The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

It's only a few bucks to work.

Not to mention, this is making extra money while working.

This good thing doesn't happen every day.

Brown and his team members are in high spirits, their sleeves have been rolled up, and they plan to make persistent efforts to become bigger and stronger and create more glory.

A vampire is guaranteed to be 5,000 US dollars.

Although this money needs to be divided, it is conservatively estimated that 500 US dollars can be divided every month.

500 per vampire, conservatively four per day, four is 2,000, and 600,000 per month.

Tsk tsk!

Make money as early as possible, and the best time to brush vampires is during the day.

So...

Time is money.

Do it!

As long as you don't kill it, work it to death.

As they talked, Locke and Brown got back in the car, flipped out the roster, and rushed to the nearest destination on it.

Unfortunately...

Until noon, Locke and his team didn't get the second vampire of the day.

The reason is very simple.

The vampire is not at home.

To be precise, except for the vampire that came early in the morning, they went to three houses this morning, but when they got there, the vampires seemed to have heard about it early and the houses were empty.

They went there alone.

"Not here again?"

Brown looked at the empty coffin in front of him with an unpleasant expression, and then looked at the living room that seemed to have been baptized by a storm like the previous three houses: "Have they reacted?"

Locke didn't say anything, as if he saw something, walked to the bar of the apartment on the side, and picked up a business card that seemed to be placed there waiting for him.

It caught my eye.

"Dicken Frost." Debbie came over, looked at the name on the business card in Locke's hand, and blinked: "It's this guy's business card again, boss."

Locke hummed and turned the business card in his hand over.

It caught my eye.

A string of numbers.

The same numbers on the business cards they found in the empty apartments where the vampires went before.

Obviously.

This business card was deliberately placed here.

As for who it was given to.

The answer is self-evident.

That's right.

It's been a month, and the vampires are not fools. They see that the number of people who went to the Satan Bar that night is decreasing by three or four every day. Whatever happens, they should react.

Locke held the business card in his hand and thought so in his heart.

Brown also came from behind, glanced at the business card in Locke's hand, and frowned.

"It's him again?"

"Yeah."

"What does he want to do."

"It's obvious, he wants to talk to us."

Locke smiled and shook his head.

Brown frowned: "This Deacon Frost, seems to be the leader of the vampires in New York City?"

Locke nodded.

Although the cooperation with Natasha allowed them to learn some information about the vampires in New York City from the Blade Warrior.

But they themselves were not idle.

Locke and Brown, during this month, hunted vampires while obtaining information about the vampire world in New York City from some vampires who tried to beg for mercy.

In a word.

There are many vampires in New York City.

Very many.

According to conservative estimates, the number of vampires in New York City has probably surpassed the number of illegal immigrants living in various parts of the city.

Secondly, there is a so-called vampire family in New York City, and this family rules the vampire world in New York City.

This family is like the royal family in the New York vampire community.

And this vampire royal family is ruled by thirteen pure-blooded vampires.

The so-called pure-blooded vampires refer to those vampires who are born vampires.

They are powerful, far beyond ordinary vampires, and each of them is an old guy who has lived for hundreds of years, and is a real blood noble.

As for this Dicken Frost who left his business card.

He is below the thirteen pure-blooded vampires and above countless vampires.

If the thirteen pure-blooded vampires are likened to a parliament, then this Dicken Frost is the vampire leader selected by this vampire parliament.

The strength of this Dickon Frost should not be underestimated.

At least he is an A-level vampire.

Because this Dickon Frost seems to have been converted by a pure-blooded vampire himself.

This is Locke's speculation based on the information they have obtained in the past month and the information obtained from the Blade Warrior.

Because low-level vampires below C-level are ugly.

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And they are not only ugly, but they don't even have the ability to convert ordinary people into vampires.

These low-level vampires are the real bottom-level cattle and horses in the vampire community.

Just like ordinary people with no power in the ordinary world.

Although humans and vampires are different, social rules are similar in every community.

The reason why these low-end vampires exist is because those vampires with levels want to have their own vampire servants, so they have them.

If you compare these low-end vampires with Dickon Frost, the difference between the two.

Using the words of a low-end vampire, even if all the low-end vampires were added together, they might not be able to bite Dickon Frost, let alone kill him.

The level gap is so terrifying.

But...

I should be good.

Locke thought silently in his heart.

Because the strength of vampires is fixed after the transformation.

If Dickon Frost is an A-level vampire, then he can only be an A-level vampire.

But Locke is different.

He can upgrade.

As long as the extraordinary points are enough, let alone A-level, even SSS-level vampire genes can be obtained.

As long as he is hardworking enough.

Brown looked at Locke, who nodded and stared at the business card and fell into deep thought, and asked impatiently: "Call?"

Locke came back to his senses and looked at Brown.

"How are you?"

"No."

Brown answered without hesitation.

Although brushing vampires can make extra money.

But the title of vampire leader is scary.

The most important point.

They have killed more than a hundred vampires, and the revenge for the dead teammates has been avenged long ago.

Moreover, Brown has never forgotten the purpose of joining the Sentinel Special Service.

He wants to eliminate all mutants and let all mutants be buried with his dead wife and children who have no chance to be born.

Locke was not surprised by Brown's answer.

But he disagreed.

"I think we can talk."

"Why?"

Brown frowned, and Debbie on the side seemed to want to say something.

Locke laughed and took out the phone from his arms while looking at the two of them.

His tone was light.

"We are soldiers, he is a thief!"

"Since ancient times, only thieves are afraid of soldiers, and there is no reason for soldiers to be afraid of thieves."

"Talk to him!"

"..."