The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

"...Azer?"

"Azer Morton, a member of Brown's special task force."

"Oh."

After Locke realized what was going on, his tone was calm: "Mutants killed him, right?"

Let's see.

What did he say before.

Does Brown really think that he is lucky that he has followed him to kill mutants in the past two years and has not been targeted by mutants?

It's because he has a knack for choosing monsters.

If the people of the Mutant Freedom League have a bit of shame, they will not choose to avenge those scums.

But Brown regarded Locke's strength as good luck and ran to join Group 6 without looking back.

What was the result?

He was targeted by the mutants of the Mutant Freedom League.

It's what he deserves!

Although Locke would not run to slap Brown to death, it did not stop him from watching the joke coldly.

But...

Debbie shook her head.

"It wasn't done by mutants."

"No..."

"It seems to be done by vampires."

Debbie said, walked to Locke and handed the phone to Locke.

After Locke took it, Natasha beside him also came over and looked at the photo of the body displayed on the phone screen.

Ezer Morton in the photo looked pale, as if all the blood in his body had been drained.

A mark of fang bites was very obvious on the neck of Ezer Morton's body.

Locke looked at the photo on the body, and then handed the phone back to Debbie.

"Got it."

"..."

Debbie looked at Locke's expression and took back the words about whether to go to the scene to take a look.

Natasha had no worries.

She was not Locke's subordinate, but a partner.

"Accident?"

"At this time?"

Locke looked at Natasha and shook his head and said, "Not likely."

At this time, this Ezer could be shot to death or killed by mutants, which could be called an accident.

But being killed by a vampire is not an accident.

The timing is too coincidental.

Locke thought about it and walked towards the door of the combat command center: "Go to the scene."

If you want to confirm whether this is an accident or a targeted attack, you still have to go to the scene.

Ezer Morton's apartment is also not in Manhattan, but not in Brooklyn, but in Queens.

When they arrived at the scene, the six groups and Brown's special agents were still there.

Brown's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Locke who got out of the car and opened his mouth.

"Luo..."

"Make way, thank you."

Locke didn't even look at Brown, and walked past Brown and walked into the apartment. He saw the corpse lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, his body pale and without any life.

Debbie also ignored Brown's greeting.

But just as she was about to pass by Brown, she grabbed Jack who seemed to feel embarrassed not to say hello.

"Debbie, wait a minute..."

"Shut up, don't talk to the traitor."

"..."

Natasha, who was following behind, twitched her lips, looked at Brown, and didn't say anything, just nodded, and then walked into the apartment.

Locke squatted beside the corpse and observed the wound on the neck of the corpse.

The wound was confirmed to be the work of a vampire.

And...

The room still has the unique smell of vampires.

Locke got up from the floor, tidied his clothes, and then walked out of the apartment again, his eyes fell on Brown...a special agent next to him.

"When did it happen?"

"..."

The special agent who was named looked at Locke, and then his eyes fell on their team leader Brown.

Locke sneered and was ready to leave when he saw this.

Don't say it!

If he didn't want to confirm whether this was an accident, he wouldn't have bothered to come here.

After all, the subordinates of the traitor are also traitors.

Brown looked at Locke, who turned and walked away as if he had made up his mind. Just as he was about to shout, someone patted him on the shoulder.

John, wearing a white T-shirt and trousers, appeared beside Brown, and then looked at Locke who was walking down the stairs. He didn't know whether he was talking to Brown or Locke.

"Why are you calling him? Without your help, who can he kill?"

"..."

Locke stopped, turned around, and looked at John expressionlessly.

John smiled when he saw this.

He opened his mouth, ready to spit shit again.

The next second.

"Bang!"

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"Boom!"

John flew backwards and hit the wall behind him. With a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Team leader."

"Fuck, team leader, what are you doing."

"Fuck you!"

"Put your guns down!"

"I'm warning you, put your guns down."

When John flew backwards, the members of Group 6 saw this scene, exclaimed, and subconsciously took out their guns and pointed them at Locke.

Debbie and Jack also drew their guns in an instant and roared at the members of Group 6 who raised their guns.

The situation was tense and seemed to be out of control.

Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at the members of Group 6 who drew their guns and pointed them at him, and then his eyes fell on Brown's special agent who also held a pistol but stood there, not knowing whether to point the gun at him or at John.

It's OK, he still has some conscience.

What a pity!

Your boss is a conscienceless man.

Locke shook his head in his heart, and then looked at John who got up from the ground, covered his stomach with his hands, and looked at him with cold eyes.

After John got up, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hands, and then sipped a mouthful of saliva to the side.

"Put down the gun."

"Team leader!"

"Team..."

"Put down the gun."

John roared at his team members: "Didn't you hear it?"

The six members of Group 6 were shocked by John's roar and subconsciously put down their guns.

Seeing this, Debbie also winked at Jack and put down the gun in her hand.

Locke put his hands in his pockets and looked at John expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a dead person.

John stood there, his tongue turning back and forth in his mouth, and then he also stared at Locke expressionlessly and spit out a tooth.

"Are you still playing?" Locke asked softly.

John didn't say anything, just stared at Locke.

Their eyes met.

"Boring."

Locke shook his head, retracted his gaze, turned around again, went down the stairs, and walked towards the car parked across the street.

After Jack and Debbie came to their senses, they followed with expressionless faces.

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

The four got in the car.

Locke started the car straight and drove away directly.

After a while.

Locke looked at Debbie sitting in the back through the rearview mirror.

"Debbie."

"Boss."

"These days, you and Jack, don't go out if you have nothing to do, just sleep in the office."

"... OK."

Debbie nodded in response.

Natasha, who was sitting in the passenger seat, frowned: "What did you think of?"

Locke threw the cigarette butt in his hand out of the window and looked at Natasha.

Smiled slightly.

"The show is about to begin."

"..."