The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Even in New York City, which claims to be an international metropolis, at this time, the number of pedestrians on the road cannot be said to be scarce, and it can be said that there is no one.

After all, the day and night in New York City are two different worlds.

The rules of the underworld.

Whenever night falls, pedestrians will quickly return home, close the door and avoid going out.

Because...

Walking at night is risky.

Brooklyn.

On the bank of the Hudson River, across the street from a frozen pork warehouse.

Locke closed his eyes, wore sunglasses, and lay quietly on the co-pilot.

As night fell, he could clearly feel that the combat power that was compressed by nearly half during the day returned.

This feeling is very mysterious.

And this is only the state of the B-level vampire gene. Locke is very curious about what it will be like if the vampire gene is upgraded to the S-level.

Brown, sitting in the driver's seat next to him, is holding a telescope and concentrating on observing the frozen pork factory with its doors closed across the street.

Because this factory, which looks like a frozen pork warehouse, is very likely the Satan Bar that the vampire visits every night.

As soon as Brown got off work, he hurriedly dragged Locke to work overtime.

But...

Brown put down the telescope in his hand and looked at the lady's watch with a crack on the dial on his wrist: "Could it be a mistake? It's almost eleven o'clock."

This lady's watch is a relic of his dead wife.

When the mutant who could self-destruct woke up, he happened to be in a shopping mall, and Brown's wife was shopping in the mall to buy clothes for her unborn daughter.

After the disaster, this lady's watch became the only relic that could be confirmed to be his wife's in the bloody scene.

Locke, who was savoring the mysterious power brought by the vampire gene, opened his eyes after listening to Brown's muttering, turned his head and looked at Brown and said with a smile: "Why are you in a hurry? It's not even three o'clock yet."

This place is not far from the residence of the dead vampire yesterday.

The consumption records of the vampire were all concentrated in the period from 3 to 4 in the morning. Either the vampire was lazy or the vampire bar here was not open at nightfall.

Locke was inclined to the second answer.

Hearing this, Brown nodded, picked up the telescope again, and continued to monitor the frozen pork warehouse 200 meters away.

Locke did not say much when he saw this. He folded his arms, closed his eyes again, and once again carefully savored the changes brought about by the B-level vampire gene.

Before, his concept of the so-called extraordinary only stayed on paper.

But now he has a substantial understanding.

Let's put it this way.

Before he merged the vampire gene, if he fought with Brown, who was as strong as a black bear next to him, he would definitely not be able to beat Brown, who was from the Marine Corps.

But now, he said that he could beat Brown.

Literally beat.

Extraordinary, this is not an adjective, but a state.

A state that transcends from the origin of life and even crushes ordinary life forms.

Although vampires seem to be the lowest level of supernatural creatures.

But, they are also supernatural creatures.

Brown on the side had bright eyes, staring at the frozen pork factory in the distance with a telescope without any movement.

Time ticked away.

Soon.

The scattered horn sounds that could be heard from afar had not appeared for a long time. With the arrival of twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, everything seemed to be quiet around.

And at this time, the frozen pork warehouse finally moved.

The door of the pork warehouse was opened quietly, and then a white man in a black T-shirt with a tuft of yellow hair stretched outside, yawned, put a cigarette in his mouth, and then lit it.

This seemed to be a signal.

Locke, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, seemed to feel something, opened his eyes, sat up in the co-pilot seat, and looked at the dark outside.

"Here it comes."

He had already smelled a faint smell of "the same kind".

Just as the yellow-haired white man blew out the first puff of smoke, men and women who came from nowhere also appeared in the range of Brown's telescope, and then quietly entered the warehouse under Brown's gaze.

So many extraordinary points.

Locke's eyes were straight.

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Seeing this, Brown was shocked and handed the telescope in his hand to Locke.

"Someone is coming."

"It should be a vampire."

Locke took the telescope from Brown's hand and corrected Brown's grammatical errors.

With the blessing of the "Night Walker" state, he did not need a telescope.

He could see clearly and even hear.

However, he did not show off his skills, but pretended to raise the telescope to look at the pork factory 200 meters away that had opened its doors to receive customers.

At the door of the pork factory warehouse, the yellow-haired white man was nodding and bowing to a man in a suit but with a somewhat ugly appearance.

"Lord Quinn."

"Yes, Lord Frost needs some new people."

"Understood."

The yellow-haired white man's eyes lit up, he grabbed the intercom in his hand and said a few words into it.

After a while.

A dozen blonde white women, who were wearing clothes that were cooler than nothing, walked out of the warehouse together, like products produced on an assembly line, and got into the Lincoln car after being checked by the black-clad bodyguards standing in front of the extended Lincoln car.

However, when the last woman was about to get in the car, the ugly man named Quinn, who had been standing next to her, grabbed the woman's arm and hugged her directly into his arms, and then, with an indescribable smile on his face, "I'm not going now, stay and accompany me."

The yellow-haired white man next to him was stunned at first, and then his smile became even more like a father-in-law, watching the so-called Lord Quinn hugging the white woman who was almost soft and sticking to him and walking into the pork warehouse.

After Quinn and the white woman disappeared, the yellow-haired white man, who had been bent over, stood up again, staring at the guests walking towards this side with a cold face.

About an hour later, the yellow-haired white man looked at the scattered guests and did not continue to stay outside, but turned and walked into the warehouse.

"Hiss."

"Why do these male vampires seem so ugly?"

Locke, who was sitting in the passenger seat, put down the telescope and touched his chin, feeling a little curious.

And...

Those male vampires seemed not only ugly, but also had an inexplicable smell.

But this smell was different from the smell he smelled on the Blade Warrior.

Locke thought, subconsciously raised his arm and sniffed it at the tip of his nose.

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