The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

It is only natural for me to come after you.

You fought back and killed my people, which is wrong for you.

Standing in front of the French window, Dicken Frost, who had a feminine face, narrowed his eyes when he heard Locke's words.

Yes.

This is why he told the Thirteen Elders about this matter and planned to kill Locke and Brown as a warning to the monkeys, but the Thirteen Elders disagreed.

Describe it in the words of the Thirteen Elders.

The covenant is to be observed, not to be broken. In recent years, although some extraordinary tribes are eager to break this covenant, no extraordinary tribe dares to be the first to come out.

After all, the five overlords all have the ability to destroy the world.

What's more, they were indeed wrong in this matter.

The Sentinel Special Service came to investigate, you just need to accept the investigation honestly, why do you have to fight back.

So...

After hearing that the Sentinel Secret Service was looking for vampires all over New York City for revenge, the thirteen pure-blooded vampires said directly, let them kill, and they will calm down after killing enough.

Anyway, the dead are the half-bloods.

Let alone killing a hundred, even if there is one more zero, the thirteen pure-blooded vampires will not feel any pain.

The question is who makes the half-bloods belong to the pariah in the vampire world.

The vampire world is a world with strict hierarchy.

The thirteen pure-blooded vampires are high and mighty.

Because fundamentally speaking, as long as the thirteen pure-blooded vampires are not exterminated, then even if they are the only ones left in New York, they can make vampires again if they are given one day.

Let alone killing all the vampires in New York City, the Sentinel Secret Service will not feel any pain even if they kill Deacon Frost.

Yes.

He, the leader of the vampires in New York City, Deacon Frost, is also a pariah in the eyes of the thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders.

These thirteen damned old bastards!

How can the tribe grow stronger and make the vampire tribe supreme with this group of insects?

Wait for me, wait for me to find...

But the situation is stronger than people at the moment. The thirteen pure-blooded vampires asked him to calm down the anger of the Sentinel Secret Service as soon as possible, and for his own plan, he must calm down as soon as possible.

Deacon Frost lowered his eyes expressionlessly.

"We can solve this matter peacefully, Mr. Underwood."

"Call me Agent when you are working."

"... Mr. Agent Underwood."

Deacon Frost opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and calmed his breathing: "I think if this matter continues, it will not do any good for either of us."

Locke looked at Brown again, then smiled at the mobile phone on the bar with the speaker turned on.

"What does Mr. Frost propose?"

"Two million."

"Hmm?"

Locke raised his eyebrows.

"What?"

"I am willing to pay two million as compensation for this incident and settle this matter."

"..."

Good guy, he is indeed a vampire, he is rich.

Two million.

He threw it out without blinking.

Locke looked at Brown on the side again.

Brown did not speak, but his expression seemed to say everything.

After all, two million is not a small amount.

And after a month of hunting and killing so many vampires, the flame of revenge in his heart has gradually subsided.

Locke looked at the expression on Brown's face, smiled, and said to Deacon Frost on the other end of the phone: "Okay, how do you trade?"

Dicken Frost laughed: "Straightforward, tonight at 7 o'clock, the abandoned hangar next to Kennedy International Airport."

Locke narrowed his eyes and did not speak.

Dicken Frost laughed out loud.

"Agent Underwood, you won't be scared, will you?"

"Yes."

Locke said bluntly: "I'm worried, this is a trap."

You know, at night, it's the home turf of vampires.

Although it's also his home turf.

But...

Locke made up his mind to focus on a wretched development before he could challenge the whole world alone, or before he had enough extraordinary points.

He didn't want to play the pig and eat the tiger, but he didn't want to collapse before he started his business.

The wretched development at the moment is just to lay a solid foundation for the future to be able to be wild.

When he can be wild completely.

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He directly evolved to the realm of "I don't eat beef".

For now...

You can be brave, but not reckless!

Deacon Frost laughed again on the phone: "This is different from what I know about Agent Underwood."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "What kind of person is Mr. Frost aware of me?"

Deacon Frost said with a smile: "The Agent Underwood and Mr. Brown I know are well-known executioners in the Sentinel Secret Service. They never like to leave anyone alive, whether it's us or mutants."

"..."

Locke and Brown looked at each other after hearing this, and then looked at Debbie on the side.

Debbie met the two people's gaze, was slightly stunned, and then whispered: "Boss, don't you really know that you have this nickname in the bureau?"

She thought that her boss and Brown knew her nickname.

This is why many people were indignant after the agents of Group 1 and Group 5 were attacked by mutants this year.

Because they only arrested mutants.

But Group 1, that is, Locke and Brown, these two people really killed.

Now, the mutants dare not attack the sentinels who really kill mutants, but the mutants attack the sentinels who only arrest mutants.

What's the matter, do honest people deserve to be bullied?

Locke and Brown listened to Debbie's words and looked at each other again.

Both of them saw speechlessness in each other's eyes.

Locke felt even more innocent.

God is my witness.

He really has never killed a mutant with his own hands, so how could he suddenly have the nickname of mutant executioner?

At this moment, Locke finally understood what it meant to be wronged.

He was wronged.

But now was not a good time to discuss his nickname.

Locke coughed, picked up the phone on the bar, and said to Deacon Frost on the other end of the phone: "Okay, but I have a condition."

Deacon Frost smiled slightly.

"Please go ahead."

"Come here in person."

"This..."

"The famous New York City vampire leader, I also want to meet him, and if nothing unexpected happens, I think we will have intersections in the future, what do you think."

"..."

Locke smiled as he listened to the silence coming from the phone.

"Why, Mr. Frost is afraid that he will leave his life behind when he comes here?"

"No."

"Oh..."

"You can't kill me!"

"..."