The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Boom!

The powerful impact caused the blade to fly nearly three meters away, before it rolled in the air and released the force.

The blade landed again and looked at Quinn again, with a somewhat honest smile on his dark face.

"interesting."

"I just said, how could you be so brave just now?"

"It turns out it was upgraded."

He knew very well how powerful Quinn was.

But the strength that Kun En showed just now was obviously one on the ground and one in the sky.

And it is impossible for a vampire to not see him for a few days without his strength soaring like this.

The strength of a vampire depends entirely on blood.

The purer the blood, the stronger the strength.

Obviously.

Quen was purified. To put it simply, he was upgraded by his master.

"Tsk, tsk."

As Blade spoke, he played another sword flower, and then looked at Dickon who seemed to be protecting Locke: "It's not like your style to promote such a waste, Dickon."

Even if you are a high-level vampire, if you want to increase the level of your vassal, you can't just improve it.

This needs to be improved with blood essence.

If there were no restrictions on improvement, New York City would be filled with B-level vampires, and A-level vampires would be worse than dogs.

As a hybrid, Blade naturally knows this.

Dickon squinted his eyes and looked at the blade: "If you don't tease Quen over and over again, I really won't be promoted."

Still the same sentence.

Blade teased Quen over and over again. Was he spanking Quen?

no.

It's a slap in the face.

Dao Feng showed his smile with two rows of white teeth again and said sorry.

"My bad."

"Die, Blade!"

Quen, who felt that he was completely ignored, roared again and launched a phantom charge towards the blade.

When Blade saw this, he put away his smile, became serious, and with a flick of his left hand, he took out the second sharp sword at the back.

Attack with two swords!

B-level vampires must go all out.

moment.

The sound of claws colliding with swords made a tinkling sound, and there seemed to be a faint scent of meat filling the air.

If you look closely, Quinn's claws seem to be smoking.

no way.

The Blade Warrior's twin swords are made of silver.

As everyone knows.

Silver also counteracts vampires.

"Mr. Underwood."

"Mr. Frost."

Locke looked at Dickon who turned to look at him with a smile.

Although Dickon's acting skills were not very good in his eyes, he was curious about how Dickon would act next.

Dickon glanced back at Blade and Quinn, who were still fighting together, and then said to Locke in an extremely serious manner: "You go first, I will escort you out."

Let me go?

Really or not, shouldn't you take the opportunity to kill me and blame Dao Feng for this matter?

...right.

This is because I'm not sure if I have any backup plan, so I don't dare to leave me here.

Locke's thoughts were spinning rapidly, then he glanced at the blade battle, then looked at Dickon and nodded.

"good."

He planned to follow Dickon's script and see how Dickon planned to act.

Anyway, Brown and the others have almost cleaned up the vampires outside.

Blade's landing was the signal.

Just now, prompts for obtaining extraordinary points sounded in his mind one after another.

This shows that Brown has taken action as planned.

so……

Locke followed suit, and after nodding, he walked directly towards the Audi A8 parked aside.

He didn't forget to throw the two suitcases into the car before getting in.

Dickon's eyes twitched as he watched this scene, but he did not choose to stop it.

Until Locke started the car, the engine roared, and drove towards the outside of the hangar, there was no choice to stop him from leaving.

Locke was driving away.

The blade not far away saw this, looked at this scene, swung his right hand, and suddenly swung the long sword in his hand towards Locke.

Just then.

Bang!

The sound of metal colliding sounded.

Dickon appeared next to Locke's car like a phantom, and knocked away the flying sword with his right hand.

"Mr. Underwood, please rest assured that Blade will not leave here alive."

"..."

Locke understood one thing at this moment as he drove out of the abandoned hangar.

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Blade will get out of here alive.

At the same time, he almost fully understood what Dickon's script was about.

One sentence.

vulgar.

If Hollywood dares to write a script like this and film it, Locke believes that this film will definitely be sold to grandma's house.

soon.

Locke, who left the abandoned hangar and left Blade to perform alone, stopped the vehicle, lit a cigarette and left the vehicle.

Crash.

In the dark surroundings, with the sound of subtle footsteps, a dozen people appeared in an instant.

Brown bore the brunt.

Brown, who took off his night vision goggles, walked up to Locke and said excitedly: "All the thirty-five vampires that followed have been eliminated."

Locke asked: "No leaks?"

Before Brown spoke, the voice of Debbie, who had been online, came from the headset.

"Don't worry, boss."

Debbie, who had been sitting in the command center, crossed her arms and looked at Locke on the real-time screen of the Sentinel satellite and said, "We have been monitoring since the afternoon. In addition to the two in the warehouse, there are 35 vampires."

Locke nodded after hearing this.

"That's good."

"What should we do next, rush in?"

"No, wait a little longer."

Locke blew out a smoke ring, squinted his eyes, looked at the abandoned hangar he had just left, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Although the script of this vampire is very bad, I admire the courage to act out such a bad script, so wait a little longer and let him finish it."

He knew what Deacon's script was about.

It was just to confirm that he and Deacon were friends, so that Blade Warrior could be made his enemy after he escaped from here by chance.

As Locke said.

This script is very bad and very vulgar.

But...

You are courageous.

So, what if he finishes the performance? Blade Warrior will definitely not be here today anyway.

Hearing this, Brown seemed to want to say something, but considering that all the actions tonight were under Locke's command, he opened his mouth and chose not to speak.

Locke looked at the abandoned hangar in the distance, thought for a while, and looked at Brown.

"Do you have a combat tablet?"

"Yes."

"Debbie."

Locke, who got the combat tablet, called Debbie directly: "Send the picture in the warehouse."

"Wait a minute."

Debbie nodded to the sentinel next to him, and the latter quickly transmitted the signal picture of the abandoned hangar.

Locke arrived at the abandoned hangar in advance, but shot a signal transmitter at the ceiling.

The product of the Sentinel Laboratory must be a fine product.

The kind that Professor X could not find, let alone a mere vampire.

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