The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 93 The mantis stalks the cicada, but the Skrulls are behind!

Chapter 93 The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, the Skrulls Follow! (Seeking first subscription on May 15th!!)

This situation is now quite obvious.

All the vampires in the monitoring room are dead.

Who killed him?

It's definitely not Locke.

When he arrived, he saw these corpses.

Secondly, these vampires were definitely not killed by Quen, since after the Great Purge, the vampires remaining in the underground base must all be Quen's people.

With a formidable enemy at hand, even if Quinn were incredibly foolish, he would have no reason to kill his own people.

so.-

That leaves only the Skrulls.

Small people are just small people; why can't they learn from their mistakes?

You just killed Nick Fury's men, so how dare you cooperate with Nick Fury right afterward?

Is it simply because the enemy of my enemy is my friend?

You misunderstood, sir.

The saying "the enemy of my enemy is my friend" only holds true when both sides are on equal footing.

You, a vampire leader who rose to power by picking up trash, actually think you can cooperate with Nick Fury, who, despite having the advantage of skin color, at least became the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. through his own efforts?

Take a look.

Oh no!

Locke shook his head speechlessly, then looked away and turned to leave the monitoring room.

He needs to speed things up.

Otherwise, if the Skrulls had already killed all the vampires, what would he have left to kill?

besides···-

He still didn't quite understand why the Skrulls were making an inside deal with Quen at this time.

Could it be that the Skrulls have some other ideas?

Locke thought to himself, and then, after turning a corner, arrived at the medical room of the underground base.

Push the door open and enter.

into the eye.

On the operating table in the medical room, lay a black woman whose limbs were tied to the bed.

Vanessa!

Locke walked straight to the operating table and looked at the black woman lying on the bed, motionless and seemingly without any movement.

next second.

He turned and walked towards the door.

"Too late, they're all dead."

"etc!"

"hehe."

Locke stopped, turned around, and looked at the black woman who had just had her eyes closed but now had them open: "Oh, she's alive again."

Vanessa, the Black woman, struggled to lift her head, looking somewhat shy: "Could you help me untie this?"

You're so shy!

Don't you have any idea what your skin color looks like?

It was pitch black.

Unless I open it, who the hell can see the white flesh?

Locke's thoughts raced, his eyes devoid of desire. With a flick of his right hand, the silenced Glock 17 fired four bullets the instant it made its sound.

"Puff, puff, bang, puff!"

The straps binding the black woman's limbs tore apart with a snap.

The woman rolled over and off the operating table, then grabbed a white coat from the side and wrapped it around herself.

After doing all this, the black woman finally breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Locke, and said thank you.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Locke holstered his gun, looked at the black woman who had stood up, and asked, "Perhaps you can tell me what happened here."

The black woman was taken aback at first, then seemed to realize something and looked up at Locke.

"Blade, save Blade! They've thrown Blade into the cellar!"

"cellar?"

"Yes, they drained Blade's blood and threw him into the cellar, intending to feed him to the monsters they were raising."

"What's going on in the monitoring room outside?"

"...Didn't you hear me?" The black woman's eyes widened. "He's your friend, and Blade is in danger."

Locke shook his head seriously.

"no."

"What?"

"After you were kidnapped that day, didn't you hear Blade say that I was no longer his friend?"

so-.-

He had no obligation to rescue Blade, who was not a friend.

What?

Did Locke make a promise to his supervisor?

Oh.

He kept saying that if Blade were still alive, he wouldn't mind letting Blade come out alive, since Blade could become his team member and continue to help him kill monsters.

But nothing more.

He never said, much less promised, that he would rescue Blade.

Again.

Letting Blade get out alive and rescuing Blade are two different things.

Locke never makes any unprofitable deals where the cost outweighs the return.

Hearing Locke's words and seeing his seemingly genuine expression, the black woman pursed her lips, then without a word, she brushed past Locke and ran towards the door: "If you won't save me, I'll go myself."

Locke didn't speak, but simply turned around and silently watched the black woman leave his sight.

Then··

Only then did he lift his foot and follow.

The black woman seemed very familiar with the layout of the underground base. After being startled by the few vampire corpses she saw when she went out, she seemed to have gotten used to seeing other vampire corpses and quickened her pace.

Locke, who was following behind, looked thoughtfully at the black woman walking in front of him, whose walking speed alone was no longer human.

However, he did not smell the distinctive vampire odor on the black woman.

after awhile.

The black woman walking in front suddenly stopped in front of a stone door, turned around, and looked at Locke, who had been following behind her.

Locke stood with his hands in his pockets, quietly watching the black woman.

"What's wrong?"

"Who are those people who drain vampires dry?"

"Skrugs".

"What?"

"An alien creature that can perfectly disguise itself."

"alien?"

"Yes."

Locke asked calmly, "So, how many people were there in total?"

The woman with the dark complexion said in a deep voice, "I saw four in total, but there were five that Quinn invited in last night."

Five?

Locke thought to himself, then nodded.

"Thanks."

"Need not."

"Do you know where Quen summoned the Blood God?"

"That."

The black woman stretched out her right hand and pointed to a corridor in the distance that seemed to lead into darkness, saying, "That's the sacrificial hall."

Locke glanced in the direction the black woman was pointing, then nodded.

next second.

He lifted his foot and walked towards the direction of the sacrificial hall.

Seeing this, the black woman quickly called out, "Wait a minute, Blade is in here, aren't you going to help me?"

Locke didn't stop or look back.

"Compared to the petty love of romantic love, I care more about the greater love of world destruction. If I don't stop the birth of the Blood God, what good will it do to save Blade? Our world is going to be destroyed, Vanessa."

That's all.

Locke quickened his pace and, in almost the blink of an eye, completely disappeared into the darkness and from Vanessa's sight.

next second.

His voice echoed faintly from the depths of darkness.

"besides-."

"After rescuing Blade, if he's still alive, remember to have him come over to help me as soon as possible."

"Enough rest, time to get to work."

Vanessa listened to the words ringing in her ears, her lips twitching. She wanted to say something, but Locke's words...

But he couldn't say anything.

What could she say?

Is Locke accused of being cold-blooded and ruthless?

Stop joking, did they say anything wrong?

Compared to saving lives, isn't it much more important to stop the Blood God from being born?

he...-..

Seems very kind!

Vanessa looked in the direction Locke had left, and thought of Locke's gentlemanly gaze when he saw her naked, yet showed no desire whatsoever. She couldn't help but think about it.

A moral critique struck, and even the Black woman was completely stunned.

Locke walked through a deep, dark corridor and arrived at a waiting room that resembled a council chamber.

Then he saw an acquaintance there.

Kunen.

At this moment, Kun was emaciated and pale, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, looking like he was about to breathe his last.

Locke raised an eyebrow, walked over, and then squatted down in front of Quinn to greet him.

Hello.

"...

Upon hearing the voice, Quinn, who was barely clinging to life, struggled to open his bloodshot eyes and looked at Locke, who appeared before him.

For some reason, at this moment, Quinn suddenly realized that he no longer felt any fear or dread towards Locke.

even-

Quinn was able to chuckle.

"You've finally arrived."

"Yes, but you're about to die."

Will you save me?

"Won't."

Locke shook his head frankly: "I never give a second chance to those who betray me."

This is a matter of principle.

He has always had a clear understanding of himself and knows his strengths and weaknesses.

Especially when it comes to making friends.

Locke always believed in others easily because of his own kindness.

This is a drawback.

But he has one advantage: he can admit his mistakes and correct them.

As the ancients said, "To know one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue."

so-.

He won't change his kind side, and he can even continue to maintain his advantage of easily trusting others.

but!

You can betray me once, but I will never give you a second chance to betray me.

Quinn seemed unsurprised by Locke's answer. He made a few unpleasant sounds like a broken bellows, then stared intently at Locke with bloodshot eyes, his body trembling at that moment.

"betray?"

"hehe."

"I just want to live for myself, am I wrong?"

"In order to live forever, I sold myself to Dickon and willingly became his slave, at his beck and call."

"But what about Dickon?"

"He would beat and scold me at the drop of a hat, and he could kill me at will."

"He finally died, and I thought I would be free after that."

"And here you are again."

"Deacon treats me like a slave, and you treat me like an ant!"

"I hate the way you look at me!"

"I don't want another master who can decide my life and death at will. What have I done wrong?"

"I want to be my own master, am I wrong?"