The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Half an hour later.

The safe house door opens.

Quinn, who had lost his right arm and had a broken right leg, appeared at the door, walked out of the room cautiously, and then turned to look inside the safe house.

inside the house.

Locke put his hands behind his back and looked at Quinn who walked to the door with a warm and encouraging smile on his face.

Jack on the side crossed his arms like a cold mountain.

"Gudong."

When Quinn saw Jack, he swallowed subconsciously, and then looked at Locke: "Sir, I'm really leaving."

Locke smiled like a spring breeze: "Well, let's go."

Don't know why.

Quinn looked at the smile on Locke's face and panicked.

"I really..."

"roll!"

"Okay."

Quinn quickly stopped talking, and then ran out without looking back. In less than three breaths, he had already run away and couldn't even see his shadow.

You can't even tell that his right leg was broken.

"hehe."

Locke looked at the broken bones where Quinn just ran out, sneered, and shook his head: "It's so fake."

Jack took a few steps forward and closed the safety door again. Hearing Locke's words, he looked at Locke curiously.

"Boss, you know he's just pretending, but you still let him go?"

"This time, that time."

The past was before and the present is now.

Locke had no intention of saving Quinn's life before tonight.

He originally thought that after learning from Quinn what tricks Dickon was playing, he would directly kill Quinn.

After all, no matter how few extraordinary points you have, they are still extraordinary points.

But after Quen brought up Dickon's Blood God plan, he changed his mind.

After Locke and Jack sat down again on the sofa in the safe house, he said to Jack thoughtfully: "This Quinn is not only smart, but also very ambitious."

Jack frowned: "I can see the intelligence, but the ambition..."

He didn't seem to notice.

Locke laughed and said, "Did you pay close attention to the way Quinn looked at the ring?"

Jack thought for a moment.

"Didn't pay attention."

"I paid attention."

Locke said with a smile: "When Quinn saw Dickon's ring, in addition to shock and disbelief, he was also greedy."

And greed is the root of ambition.

Jack nodded in understanding.

The next second.

He looked at Locke suspiciously.

"Boss, since he is ambitious, why do you keep him?"

"Because I want him to summon the Blood God."

"...Blood God?"

"That's right."

Locke nodded.

That's why he changed his mind and let Quinn go.

Jack looked at the smiling expression on Locke's face and scratched his head involuntarily.

He felt a little itchy on his head, as if something was about to grow.

"Boss, this blood god doesn't seem to be a good thing."

"not understand?"

"not understand."

Jack shook his head, completely confused as to what his boss's intention was.

The corners of Locke's mouth rose.

"If the Blood God doesn't come out, how can New York City be in chaos? If New York City is not in chaos, how can the bureau expand its authority? If the bureau doesn't expand its authority, how can you, the boss, and I make progress? If you, the boss, I don't make progress, how can you and Debbie make progress?"

"Well……"

Jack blinked and looked at Locke, his eyes clear and uncontaminated by dirt.

"Boss, I think it's pretty good now."

"...No future."

Locke was stunned by Jack's words. He took a deep breath, gave Jack a comment, then shook his head and said: "Forget it, you don't understand even if I tell you, it's getting late, go back."

Jack groaned and was about to get up from the sofa when he suddenly thought of something else and scratched his head.

"Boss, I have another question."

"explain."

"Do you really think Quen will summon the Blood God as you think?"

"Unless he ran away overnight, or I was really wrong, he has no ambition at all."

Dickon is dead.

But Blade is still alive.

And Quinn is still alive.

Currently, there is probably no vampire in New York City who can compete with Blade.

And the strength of the thirteen pure-blood vampires fed by Dickon with vervain was worse than that of C-class vampires.

so……

There was no route left for Quinn to choose from.

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After the blade recovers, he will definitely continue to hunt vampires.

But this time, no vampire can stop Blade.

Thirteen pure-blood vampires would be fine.

But once these thirteen pure-blood vampires take action, they will definitely find their own problems.

This is bad news for the ambitious Quinn.

If Quinn is really ambitious.

"Boss, I have another question."

"hiss!"

Locke came back to his senses, looked at Jack, and smiled directly.

"How many questions do you still have?"

"The last one, really."

"……explain."

"that……"

Jack opened his mouth, looked at Locke, and asked cautiously: "Boss, how do you know that Quen summoned the Bleeding God to deal with the blade? What if this guy summons the Bleeding God to deal with us?"

Locke looked at Jack expressionlessly after hearing this.

Jack blinked.

"What's wrong, Boss? Did I say something wrong?"

"No."

Locke smiled and shook his head: "Jack, if Debbie says you're stupid again, I'll be the first to disagree."

Jack's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Locke looked serious, hummed, and then patted Jack on the shoulder: "Well, if you're so worried, then go out now, find the blood god who hasn't been born yet, and chop him off with a knife."

Jack was stunned, looking at Locke with a serious face, and his right finger subconsciously pointed at himself.

"Ah, me?"

"Well, go ahead."

"But..."

"But shit."

Locke kicked Jack's butt with his empty foot, and said unhappily: "If you can think of something, how can I not think of it? I'm not worried, so why should you worry? If the sky falls, there are tall people to support it."

Where is this place.

New York City.

Even if this blood god wants to destroy the world, so what?

He just didn't believe that the great Supreme Sorcerer, who regarded the Earth as his forbidden fruit, would watch all this happen.

As for worrying that the Blood God would come to trouble him?

Ha.

Wouldn't I run away?

Locke thought so in his heart, and was too lazy to talk to Jack. He left the safe house directly, got in the car, started it and drove towards his rented apartment.

After a while.

He stopped at a pharmacy 200 meters away from home, thought about it, bought a bottle of fun stuff and got back in the car.

Just then.

『Ding! 』

『Killed successfully. 』

『Obtained extraordinary points: "5"

『Current extraordinary points: "241"

『Hmm? 』

『Blade's, or Quinn's? 』

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