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Jia Luo looked confused.

Locke looked at Jia Luo's expression and felt like laughing.

"It seems that your people have failed."

"That's impossible."

Jia Luo came back to his senses and shouted at Locke: "Our people are just late. I'll give you a chance now."

Locke laughed when he heard it.

"Opportunity? What opportunity?"

"Let me go, I can let my people not assassinate Esme, as long as you swear not to pursue us, our grievances will be written off from now on, and we will go our separate ways..."

"Then let your people assassinate."

"..."

Jia Luo was stunned: "What?"

Locke tilted his head and looked at Jia Luo who was stepped on with a smile on his face: "I say, let your people assassinate my wife, if you think you can succeed."

Assassinate Esme?

Just kidding.

It's not known who will kill whom yet.

Locke laughed at the thought.

Jia Luo looked at Locke with a half-smile on his face, and then noticed the coldness in Locke's eyes, as if he thought of something.

There is a saying on Earth, what does it say?

Get promoted, get rich, and your wife dies.

Obviously.

In Locke's heart, there is no concept of his wife's safety at all.

That's right.

He was born into a politician's family.

In the eyes of federal politicians, there are only interests, no feelings.

Jia Luo's thoughts turned, and in a blink of an eye, he found a very reasonable excuse for why Locke didn't worry about the safety of his wife Esme at all.

But...

This guy has no feelings, what should he do?

I'm still being stepped on.

Thinking of this, Jia Luo tried to struggle to get away from Locke's feet.

The next second.

"Crack!"

"Ah!"

Jia Luo, whose chest was directly crushed by Locke's leather shoes, opened his mouth involuntarily and screamed.

"Damn it, it hurts!"

"Hurts?"

Locke ignored Jia Luo's ferocious expression and sneered, "If you don't want to be tortured by me, I advise you to restore your appearance as a Skrull. In this way, I might consider letting you go."

He doesn't like Jia Luo's blood god ability now, not even a little bit.

After all, he already has the newly added blood clan ability of "blood pool".

As long as the blood pool is not dry, Locke will not die.

This ability is much more useful than the so-called "blood god".

So...

The only ability that Locke likes now is the Skrull's disguise ability.

And this ability is exclusive to the Skrulls.

The only way to get this ability is to kill the Skrulls.

That's why he is willing to listen to Jia Luo's nonsense.

Locke narrowed his eyes and stared at Jia Luo under his feet.

"If you turn back into a Skrull, I can consider sparing your life."

"Ha!"

Jia Luo took a breath, endured the pain in his chest, and sneered: "Do you think I'm stupid? If you turn back into a Skrull, it will be easy for you to kill me."

He is an alien, but not a stupid alien.

He is a vampire now. As long as he is still a vampire, then, under the power of the "Blood God", no matter what Locke does to him, he will not die.

But what if he turns back into a Skrull?

At that time, his life and death will be in Locke's hands.

Jia Luo's thoughts turned.

"Maybe we can talk."

"..."

Locke, who was thinking about how to force Jia Luo to turn back into a Skrull, listened to this and looked at Jia Luo.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Let me go."

"Okay, I'll let you go if you turn back into a Skrull."

Locke smiled, and even worried that Jia Luo would not believe it, he raised his right hand and promised with a serious face: "I swear to God."

He had no psychological pressure to lie.

Don't ask.

The question is who made him come from a politician family.

Jia Luo looked at Locke's raised right hand, and for a moment, his heart was moved.

But the next second.

He thought of Locke's family background and reacted.

"Heh."

"You don't believe me?"

"Do you think I will believe it?"

Jia Luo looked at Locke sarcastically and sneered: "I know you very well, Locke Underwood. I have read your information. You and your father, the old Underwood, are the same kind of people."

Locke blinked.

"Who are we?"

"In your world, you are either prey or hunter."

"Really?"

Hearing this, Locke touched his chin and looked at Jia Luo thoughtfully: "So you are the prey now."

Jia Luo snorted coldly and ended the topic.

"You can't kill me, so we can have a good talk. This is the best option for you."

"...Okay, how do you want to talk?"

"Let me go."

"I'll let you go if you return to your original form."

"That's impossible."

The ability of the vampires is his only chance to survive. He is not stupid enough to think that returning to the appearance of a Skrull will give him a chance to survive just because of Locke's words.

Jia Luo's thoughts turned.

"If you let me go, the grudge between us will be wiped out. At the same time, I can make your father the president."

"Ha."

Locke couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, and looked at Jia Luo who was stepped on by him: "Can you do this?"

"Of course."

"I don't believe it."

"You don't understand our power at all."

Jia Luo looked at Locke and said in a deep voice: "We have been on Earth for so many years, and have already infiltrated every aspect of your world. Los Angeles, Wall Street, Washington, you don't know how many of us there are."

Locke looked at Jia Luo and didn't speak.

But he believed this.

The same sentence.

The Skrulls' camouflage talent is too buggy.

Not only can they perfectly disguise themselves as another person from the genetic level, but they can even obtain the target's short-term memory after the disguise.

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The combination of these two can almost guarantee that the Skrulls' camouflage is close to perfect.

At least with the existing technology on Earth, it is impossible to tell them apart.

But...

The more this is the case, the more Locke is moved by the Skrulls' camouflage talent.

He wants it.

Locke thought of this, and looked at Jia Luo under his feet with burning eyes.

"Okay, change back to your original form, we can talk."

"Don't even think about it."

Jia Luo refused without thinking: "Let me go, and wait for me to leave, we can talk."

Locke laughed.

"Let you go, what if you run away."

"You have no choice, Locke Underwood."

As the prey caught by the hunter, Jia Luo had no sense of being a prey at all.

He lay at Locke's feet, looking at Locke fearlessly.

"You can't kill me."

"Ah!"

The moment the words fell, Jia Luo screamed again.

Into the eyes.

After the silver light flashed, his arms were cut off by Locke again.

Locke swung his right hand suddenly, and the silver sword turned into a stream of light, directly nailing one of Jia Luo's broken arms to the stone wall.

The broken arm nailed to the stone wall by the silver sword was buzzing and shaking.

"My patience is limited."

"And you, my friend."

Locke narrowed his eyes, grabbed Jia Luo's neck with his right hand, lifted him up, looked at Jia Luo with a cold tone and said: "You have used up my patience, either restore your original form, or I will make you live a life worse than death."

Jia Luo sneered again.

However, when he was about to speak, Locke's cold tone reached his ears.

"You are right, I can't kill you."

"But I have the ability to make you live a life worse than death."

"I will cut off your limbs, and then send people to pack your limbs and transport them to all corners of the world, leaving only your head."

"Then I will soak your head in a wine jar."

"I will take good care of you."

"I want to see if you can still recover in this situation."

Locke's tone was cold, and his voice seemed to come from the depths of hell and reached Jia Luo's ears.

Jia Luo looked at the broken arm nailed to the stone wall, listened to Locke's words, and thought about the scene described by Locke, and shuddered involuntarily.

"You can't do this."

"Oh, really? Why not."

"Nick Fury won't let you go."

"..."

Jia Luo looked at Locke's changing expression, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and hurriedly said: "Yes, Nick Fury, the director of SHIELD, he knows we are here, if you dare to do this, he will definitely not let..."

Locke was too lazy to listen, and interrupted directly: "If he doesn't come to me, I will go to him."

"What?"

"You don't think this matter is over so easily."

Locke looked at Jia Luo with a crazy look, and then a strange smile appeared on his face.

"I actually admire your attitude towards your enemies."

"Cut the grass and root it out."

"This is very much to my taste."

"So, I will repay you in an equal way."

"Skrull, Nick Fury."

"None of you can escape."

Do you really think he is a kind man?

Yes.

He is kind.

But this does not mean that he will not fight back even if he is beaten to his doorstep.

Even if Jia Luo did not mention Nick Fury, he would not let Nick Fury go.

When you are out there, fairness is important!

You do the first day, I do the fifteenth.

This is fairness.

Locke looked at Jia Luo, who was a little dazed, and said expressionlessly: "So, I will give you one last chance."

Seeing that even Nick Fury did not suppress Locke, Jia Luo could not help but look up at Locke.

"What?"

"One last chance, restore to the original state, and then, we can talk about how to resolve this matter peacefully."

"This... is impossible."

Jia Luo gritted his teeth, looked at Locke, shook his head and said: "Once I return to the original state, you will definitely kill me."

Locke smiled when he heard it.

A bright smile.

"Okay, then you'd better be prepared to be soaked in..."

"Wait a minute."

Jia Luo looked at Locke with a wicked smile on his face, and suddenly panicked when he thought of the scene of his head being soaked in a wine jar for the rest of his life.

"Will you swear the oath of our Skrulls!"

"...Okay!"

"..."