The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

"Boss!"

"Boss?"

"Boss!"

"Shet, contact the emergency team immediately."

"quick!"

After Debbie finished saying this, Locke heard the sound of hurried footsteps in the headset, and then there was no other sound.

Locke silently took off the headset and put it into his pocket. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Brown, who was sleeping next to him, and the Sentinel SWAT policemen who were also lying on the ground and passed out around him.

"So...this is the strength of an extraordinary vampire?"

"It's really great."

"It will take about twenty minutes for the emergency team to get here."

"That's enough."

Locke, who put away the headset, slowly raised his head and looked not far away. Although his face was disfigured by the holy water, Dickon's expression was completely crazy.

Dickon, whose original handsome appearance was completely ruined, stared at Locke who was standing there with scarlet eyes, licking his mouth with a crimson tongue with a crazy expression, and his voice sounded as if his vocal cords had been damaged by sulfur.

"You are indeed a vampire too, Rock Underwood!"

"……All right."

Locke met Dickon's unyielding gaze and did not speak. Instead, he looked past Dickon and looked at the blade lying on the ground in the hangar, whose life and death were also unknown. After being silent for a while, a smile appeared on his face and he looked Dickon.

The next second.

He sighed and shrugged.

"Okay, I've been discovered by you, so I won't pretend anymore. How about it? Are you surprised?"

"Jie Jie."

Dickon's laughter was now like the laughter of the Great Elder of the Soul Palace: "It is indeed a surprise. The dignified senior agent of the Sentinel Secret Service turned out to be a vampire."

Locke didn't speak, just smiled modestly.

He didn't want to do this either.

If the Steel Man didn't want to go missing, he wouldn't have copied himself into a vampire first.

Although becoming a vampire is very cost-effective.

But what he copied at that time was the lowest level E-level vampire. If you add in the extraordinary points he spent to upgrade from E-level to the current A-level range, the price/performance ratio is very low.

Yes, but very low.

But still the same sentence.

Copy early and enjoy early.

"I'm curious about something."

"What's up."

Locke's eyes were calm as he looked at Dickon who stopped laughing and asked him.

A trace of doubt flashed deep in Dickon's red eyes: "Who gave you your first hug? Those thirteen old people have already been monitored by me."

The thirteen pure-blood vampire elders thought they were superior and had no idea that he had secretly sidelined them all these years.

If it weren't for the fact that these thirteen old guys, like Blade, still had a need to exist, Dickon would have killed them all.

But just because he didn't take action doesn't mean that he didn't monitor these thirteen old things.

Not to mention eating, these thirteen old things, even Sikes and Dickon would know.

What time, what place, what posture.

Clear as day.

so……

Under such secret surveillance, how did they manage to transform Locke into a vampire?

Dickon couldn't imagine it.

Could it be that those thirteen old guys already knew that he had rebellious intentions, so they took advantage of it?

This is impossible.

Those thirteen old things have long been corrupted by hundreds of years of intoxication. They are said to be pure-blooded vampires with the most noble bloodline, but their strength is not even as good as a C-level vampire, let alone an A-level vampire.

Therefore, Dickon was curious about who gave Locke his first embrace and transformed him into a vampire.

Locke smiled slightly at Dickon's question.

"I want to know."

"Yes."

"Would you believe me if I said I wasn't a vampire?"

"Bah."

"Then there's nothing we can do."

Locke sighed as he looked at the mocking smile on Dickon's ruined face.

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

So what he said was human language.

You can't just think that he is a vampire just because he has the advantages of "immortality" and "immortality" of vampires but does not have the shortcomings of vampires.

Besides, he really didn't have a vampire to give him his first hug.

So he really isn't a vampire.

but……

"If you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do about it."

Locke thought for a while, looked at Dickon, and said with a very sincere expression: "After all, I will not lie to the dead."

dead?

Dickon's heart moved. Seeing the sincerity on Locke's face, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth full of ulcers: "Just you, a vampire who has just been transformed?"

Locke smiled and shrugged.

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"Let's try it."

"OK."

Dickon's ferocious face was completely distorted, and he responded with a weird smile.

The next second.

boom!

Dickon's figure disappeared instantly, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Locke.

His expression was twisted, and his voice was like the great elder of the Soul Palace.

"die!"

"Oh."

Locke looked at Dickon who appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, put away his smile, sneered, and went straight to meet him.

Just in time.

He directly copied the vampire, and after spending so many extraordinary points to upgrade his level, he also wanted to have an actual battle to verify his strength.

After all, the hard-earned extraordinary points cannot be wasted.

You have to listen to the sound.

Before, when he followed Brown and the others, even if he wanted to take action, there was no way.

But now?

Deacon confused Brown, and even the microwaves generated by the scream just now caused the Sentinel satellite to lose the real-time signal here.

What is this called?

It is still possible to survive if it is caused by heaven.

It is impossible to survive if it is caused by oneself!

If you want to die, I will send you there!

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Locke's figure flew backwards, and his back hit the wall of the hangar, directly smashing a human-shaped pit on the wall.

In an instant.

Dust rose.

Deacon's weird face was twisted with excitement and bloodthirstiness, and he licked the blood on his fingers: "Mr. Underwood, the extraordinary fighting method is different from the ordinary people's fighting method. If you want to kill me, I'm afraid it's a hundred years too early."

How long has he been a vampire?

If not a hundred years, it's ninety years.

And Locke?

Not even a year.

This is as ridiculous as a baby who is less than a year old and is clamoring to kill the ancestor of the family.

Bang.

Locke pulled himself out of the pit behind him and fell to the ground. After standing up again, he glanced at the torn wound on his chest. It was visible to the naked eye that there was a deep wound on his chest that could be seen to the bone.

But...

The wound is also recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

According to the current recovery speed, the wound will be completely restored in about ten minutes.

I just don't know if there will be scars after recovery.

It's best not to leave any scars.

But if it can be left...

That's fine.

Scars.

A man's medal of honor.

...