The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

fine.

He also has a smell, but that's normal.

Men, some sweat smell is normal.

But the smell of these vampires...

How to say it?

It's hard and easy, very much like the smell of rotten wood, and a bit like the rotten smell that appears on old people who have reached the end of their lives.

"That's right."

"I'm not a serious vampire, I'm just fused with vampire genes."

Normally, if an ordinary person wants to become a vampire, he needs a vampire to give him his first embrace.

It's called transformation.

Locke is different.

He takes the path of directly integrating vampire genes and can continue to upgrade, so it is normal that he does not have this smell.

Locke thought to himself, feeling relieved.

Brown on the side turned to look at Locke with glowing eyes: "Call for reinforcements and just bring the pot here?"

He had been watching just now, and in just this hour, at least hundreds of vampires ran in.

He killed more than a hundred vampires, which was enough to comfort his five dead brothers.

but……

Locke rolled his eyes directly at Brown: "This is a vampire, not a mutant. Have you forgotten about dealing with a vampire yesterday?"

It's night now.

This is the peak state of vampires.

Brown lost five people to a low-level E-class vampire during the day yesterday, and now he is sending reinforcements directly here?

Are you sure this isn't a door-to-door buffet for vampires?

and!

It's not like there are all vampires here. He just watched a few female vampires lead their crazy or idiot boyfriends in.

If nothing else, these ordinary men are specially seduced by female vampires to replenish the drinks in the vampire bar.

But there is a fundamental difference between being killed by a vampire as part of a play and being killed indiscriminately by the Sentinel Secret Service.

The former has no side effects, but if the latter is reported, the idle media in New York City will enter carnival mode.

Locke didn't care, since he graduated from Harvard and had people behind him.

But Brown is different.

There is no one behind him.

When Brown heard this, he asked curiously: "No, how did you tell that ordinary people were entering?"

Locke laughed: "Didn't you just see that several men looked surprised when they saw that there was a bar here? They were like the country bumpkins from New Jersey next door who entered New York City?"

Brown thought for a while: "When you said that, I remembered that there are indeed a few who look like country bumpkins."

If there are really ordinary people inside, it would be inappropriate to call a Sentinel helicopter to send an air-to-ground missile here.

Brown shook his head and looked at Locke.

"Then what do you think we should do? We can't just come here tonight to have some eye candy, right?"

"What if?"

Locke smiled and pointed at the roof of the car: "Have you forgotten the high-definition camera on the roof of our car? We took pictures of everyone who entered the bar just now, whether they were people or vampires. What should we do next? No Is it obvious?"

He never fights unprepared.

This is why he asked someone to install a high-definition facial recognition camera on the roof of the car in the afternoon.

Every creature that entered the bar just now was captured and photographed.

What to do next is very simple.

Go back and work overtime to do facial recognition, and then wait until tomorrow morning when the sun is high in the sky to provide wake-up calls one by one.

The most important point.

One night was enough for their Sentinel Laboratory to urgently produce hundreds of ultraviolet bullets.

When tomorrow dawns, the ultraviolet bullets from the weapons laboratory will come out. By then, it will be one shot at a time.

This is Locke's plan.

When you are at your peak, I give in.

When you are weak, it will be my turn to take advantage of you.

Brown's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard Locke's plan: "Okay, can the ultraviolet bullets come out tomorrow?"

Locke nodded: "Don't worry, Debbie has already said hello to the people in the weapons laboratory. At least two hundred ultraviolet bullets will be released tomorrow."

Brown nodded.

"good."

"Walk……"

Just when Locke nodded and was about to leave here first, the phone in his arms vibrated silently.

Bureau.

"Rock Underwood."

"Sir, the signal has moved."

"Letter to...Eric Brooks?"

"Yes."

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"Where did he go?"

Locke was shocked when he heard on the phone that the night shift sentry said that the positioning signal placed on the Blade's vehicle that afternoon began to move.

Blade's signal moved?

After he found the location of the Blade through the Sentinel satellite during the day, he sent someone to pass by his vehicle and install positioning monitoring.

Once Blade's car starts moving, his people will know and report to him immediately.

Blade is coming out at this point in time?

Are you going to farm somewhere?

From the inside, Locke has no interest in having anything to do with Blade.

After all, the blade itself is a nuisance.

But it is undeniable that the blade is a good knife for hunting vampires.

After all, Blade is recognized as the number one hybrid species that hunts vampires in the Marvel Universe.

To obtain extraordinary points, he does not need to hunt by himself. Those hunted by team members also count towards his extraordinary points.

Plus, the way Blade looked at him during the day in the bureau.

so……

There is nothing wrong with being prepared.

Locke thought so.

When he heard from the bureau that Blade was out, his heart moved, and then just when he was about to ask the bureau to pay close attention.

Locke was silent listening to the voice on the phone.

Because on the phone, the sentry on the night shift looked at the signal source on the computer screen that was moving quickly towards a certain signal point: "Sir, it seems that he is moving quickly towards you."

Locke was instantly down.

Just then.

Buzz!

He heard the roar of an engine in the distance.

"knew."

"What's wrong?"

Brown looked at Locke who hung up the phone and asked aloud.

Locke didn't speak, but looked in the direction where the engine sound came from.

Enter the eyes.

The light of a car light seemed to cut through the darkness, and then, a black car appeared in the sight of the two people.

However, the car did not drive towards them, nor did it drive towards the vampire bar. Instead, like them, it stopped and turned off the engine when it was still some distance away from the vampire bar. .

After a while.

A black man who seemed to be completely integrated into the darkness and carrying a long sword behind him walked out of the car.

The next second.

The car's passenger door opens.

A red-haired woman wearing a tight-fitting black combat uniform, with long fiery red hair and a curvy figure also walked out of the car.

Locke saw this and took a breath.

"hiss!"

"..."