The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Eight o'clock in the evening.

The order for the Sentinel Secret Service to take over the New York Vampire Building case was officially transmitted from Washington.

At the same time.

The fifteen reserve agents drawn from the Jersey City training base have also completed their registration at the Sentinel Secret Service.

"They have been arranged to familiarize themselves with the equipment as soon as possible."

Debbie reported on the phone.

When these fifteen reserve agents were at the training base, all the training and imaginary enemies were mutants.

But this time the opponent is a vampire, so both the attack method and the attack equipment are different from before.

"By the way, boss." Debbie asked on the phone: "Brown just came and said that if you need him, he can..."

Locke interrupted directly.

"No need."

"With me, betrayers will never have a second chance."

"Okay, I know."

"Let them get familiar with the equipment as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Debbie nodded in response.

Locke hung up the phone, took the phone away from his ear, and then looked at the black screen of the phone in his hand, as if he thought of something, and couldn't help laughing.

He is not Nick Fury.

Loyalty is not absolute, or absolutely not loyal.

He would rather have these fifteen reserve special agents who are not strong but have no history of betrayal to go to the battlefield with him, and he would never want a group of people who are strong but have betrayed him to go to the battlefield with him.

So!

After Brown said that he would go with Group 6 instead of him, in Locke's heart, Brown was dead at that moment.

Locke thought, put the phone aside, and then grabbed the tablet on the side, and looked at the real-time satellite monitoring of the Vampire Building sent from the combat command center on the tablet.

At this moment, the Vampire Building has returned to its appearance before the attack of SHIELD in the morning.

The iron plates that originally closed the doors and windows were put away again.

The outer wall is clean, and the windows even look a little bright under the moonlight.

But...

There is no popularity at all.

Under the moonlight, the entire Vampire Building was dark, and there was no light or human figure. Even the streets around the building were dark.

Because when the sky was dark, as the doors and windows of the Vampire Building were reopened, the group of media reporters who were surrounded in front of the Vampire Building, who were originally Ye Gonghaolong, had already evacuated the scene at the first time.

Even the New York Police Department moved the cordon back a block just in case.

Originally, when the Vampire Building was seen again, Locke, who received the news, thought Quinn was going to run away.

But...

Quinn didn't seem to have such an idea. Instead, just like the previous few days, he sent a few vampires to quietly break through the blockade of the New York Police Department, captured several homeless people, and then hid in the building again.

It seems that Quinn is rushing to replenish his troops.

This is great!

Catch more.

Anyway, you only have this little use left.

The more you catch, the more experience I will get when I kill monsters tomorrow.

Locke was thinking happily.

Just then.

The phone rang.

Locke looked at the satellite image on the tablet, grabbed the phone with his hand, and put it to his ear without even looking at it.

The call was connected.

"Hello."

"Locke Underwood."

A disguised electronic voice came from the phone.

Locke subconsciously took back the phone, glanced at the unknown number on the phone, raised his eyebrows, and put the phone back to his ear.

"I am, who is this."

"You can call me K."

"K!"

Locke wrote down the name, and then smiled and said: "Okay, K, can I ask why you are calling?"

K, who disguised his voice on the other end of the phone, smiled.

Then...

"Quinn has joined forces with Nick Fury, and they are ready to deal with you when you attack tomorrow."

"..."

Locke was stunned when he heard the words coming from the phone.

Quinn.

Nick Fury.

He knew both of these two people, but he didn't know why they could be combined. How could it be magical?

These two people were mortal enemies during the day, and Quinn even wiped out Nick Fury's special operations team. How come someone told him that these two people have joined forces now?

Locke frowned.

"Really?"

"You can not believe it, I just say it, you just listen, whether you believe it or not is your business."

K on the phone heard Locke's disbelief, and his tone did not fluctuate at all, as if he was talking to himself like a machine.

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Locke smiled.

If this K just explained it, he really didn't believe it.

But after K said that, he actually believed it.

Because no one should be so bored that they don't sleep late at night and make harassing calls to senior agents of the Sentinel Secret Service.

In New York City, no, it's the entire federation. Generally speaking, there will be no such reckless people.

Unless that person is tired of living, or just purely fearless of death.

So...

This news from K should be credible to a certain extent.

And it is also possible that Quinn and Nick Fury can unite.

Quinn wants to kill him.

Nick Fury should also want to kill him because he planned the whole incident and wanted to steal the Skrulls' bodies to expose them.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

So here comes the question.

"K!"

Locke came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Whose enemy are you, Quinn or Nick Fury?"

K on the phone did not answer, but asked back: "What do you think."

Locke laughed and gave his answer.

"I think you are my friend, K."

"Friend."

K on the phone repeated.

Although this repeated sentence is also an electronic mechanical sound, Locke still heard a little difference from this sentence.

Voices can be changed, but voice lines cannot.

Locke's eyes narrowed slightly, because he suddenly found that the mysterious person who called herself K on the phone seemed to be, most likely, a woman.

Woman, K?

K for King?

Meaning of ruler?

No.

It shouldn't be.

That's the abbreviation of the name?

K? Kelly? Karma? Christie? Catherine? Or Catalina?

Locke brainstormed and quickly searched his memory bank for any female characters with K in their names.

He did know quite a few people with K in their names.

But there was not a single one that met the requirements.

Just then.

K on the phone seemed to chuckle: "Friend, I don't have any friends, Locke Underwood..."

Locke came back to his senses and interrupted directly.

"That was before, you have one now, K, your friend is me."

"..."