The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Just as people will realize that the rise in sea level a few years ago was a signal when the doomsday comes.

At present, the death of Eze Morton is also a signal.

His death is not the end, but the beginning.

The beginning of a chaos.

Five days later.

The second victim appeared.

He was still a member of Brown's special forces.

However, he did not die at home. When he was found, he was in the bathroom of a bar.

The death was the same as Eze Morton.

The skin was white, without any blood, and the blood in the body was all sucked dry.

Not a drop was left.

Such an identity.

Such a way of death.

Especially the place of discovery was the bathroom of a busy bar.

As expected, in less than half an hour, the death photo of this special forces member spread on the Internet.

For a time, the information that there were vampires in New York City directly topped the New York City hot search list.

That's not all.

When Brown received the news, he took his team to the bar to collect the body, and then encountered another attack on the way back.

This attack was even filmed by witnesses.

Even a vampire was hit by an ultraviolet bullet and instantly combusted and turned into ashes. The scene was also filmed very clearly.

By daytime, the headlines of major newspapers in New York City were all about vampires.

"Vampires appear in Manhattan?"

"Sentinel Secret Service vs. vampires!"

"Oh! God! Vampires!!!"

Sentinel Secret Service and Brown's Special Service were directly pushed to the forefront.

This is not it.

Early this morning, the downstairs of the Sentinel Secret Service was crowded with reporters from major newspapers in New York, trying to get the Sentinel Secret Service to be interviewed. If possible, it would be best to get Brown to accept their on-site interview.

But all this has nothing to do with Locke.

Locke was sitting in his office chair, searching for real estate information on the Internet, thinking that he might be able to find a bargain.

As for the reporters outside and Brown, who was reduced in staff again, they were not as important as him finding a house.

After all, he was a traitor.

If Brown had not switched to Group 6 and stayed in Group 1, Locke would have been very angry.

He might have taken Brown to the Vampire Building that night to avenge the dead SWAT team members.

Now?

Revenge?

The dead were not my people.

What kind of revenge?

Just as he was concentrating on browsing the most visited real estate information website in Manhattan, Debbie pushed the door and walked in from outside.

Debbie looked a little scared.

"My goodness, I feel like all the reporters from newspapers in New York City are downstairs."

"No way."

Jack, who was at his seat, was a little unconvinced. He stood up, walked to the window not far away, and then looked down.

The next second.

"God."

Jack's eyes widened, looking at the huge crowd downstairs, and exclaimed: "There weren't so many people half an hour ago."

Debbie curled her lips, ignored Jack, and walked quickly to Locke: "Boss, I've found out."

Locke took his eyes off the $30 million mansion on the screen and looked up at Debbie.

"Two people died and three were injured."

"Brown?"

Locke frowned and said, "Did they die?"

Debbie shook her head: "No, but I was also injured. I went to the hospital with the three injured people."

Locke heard this, his eyes did not fluctuate, and he returned his gaze to the real estate information on the screen.

"Pretty good."

"..."

Seeing this, Debbie shrugged, stopped talking, and walked towards her seat.

Locke looked up at this time and said to Debbie and Jack: "Don't forget, don't leave the building during this period."

If a vampire attacks a special service member, it is called a crime.

But if a vampire dares to attack the Sentinel Special Service Building, it is called a rebellion.

As we all know.

Crime requires evidence, while counter-insurgency only requires coordinates.

Debbie's eyes lit up and she patted her pocket: "Don't worry, boss, I carry the holy water bombs with me."

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Jack also took out two holy water bombs from his pocket without saying a word.

Since Locke reminded them five days ago, the two of them simply settled down in the interrogation and detention room next door.

Not to mention the holy water bombs, both of them had crosses baptized by church priests hanging around their necks.

As for the pistol loaded with ultraviolet bullets, they never leave their bodies. When sleeping, they turn off the safety and put it beside the bed to ensure that they can empty the magazine at the first time when they encounter an attack.

Locke looked at the holy water bombs in the hands of the two people, raised his eyelids, and pulled the corners of his mouth: "Well, it's good."

Debbie giggled.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a red light flashed, and a piercing alarm sounded throughout the space.

Locke subconsciously looked up at the flashing alarm light above his head.

There is only one possibility for such an alarm light to appear.

Someone has invaded the building.

Hiss!

Is Quinn playing such a big game?

Locke thought to himself.

Debbie's expression changed the moment the alarm light appeared. She quickly walked to her computer and looked at Locke.

"Boss, the medical examiner's office."

"Let's go."

Locke came back to his senses, and before he could think about it, he stood up from his seat, opened a drawer beside him, took out his gun, and walked quickly out the door.

Debbie and Jack stood up and followed.

But just as Locke led Debbie and Jack out of the elevator, the alarm had been lifted.

They came quickly, but someone came faster than them.

Locke walked into the medical examiner's office, met the leaders of other action teams who came to support, and then his eyes fell on the injured special police officers, and then his eyes fell on the two ashes on the ground.

Good guy.

He knew that Quinn was ambitious, but he never thought that Quinn's ambition seemed too big.

This guy really dared to play himself as a terrorist.

Locke retracted his eyes from the two ashes on the ground, and then looked at John, who was holding out his arm with a gloomy face and letting the forensic apprentice bandage his wound, and then his eyes fell on the leader of Group 8 standing next to him.

"What's going on?"

"The dead are resurrected."

Although Locke and the other team leaders are not very interested, it doesn't mean that they won't talk.

And this is official business.

The team leader of Team 8 told Locke what happened with a lingering fear.

The matter is very simple.

Didn't Brown's special service team encounter a vampire attack on the way back last night, and two more people died.

The two bodies were originally placed in the medical examiner's office and were to be cremated directly this afternoon.

But just now, the two bodies suddenly opened their eyes, as if they were resurrected, biting anyone they saw.

A medical examiner and a forensic apprentice were bitten to death.

Others reacted and then sounded the alarm.

"Hey, the bodies are there, and I don't know if these two will be resurrected."

"..."