The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Deacon Frost, who is determined to overthrow the current corrupt rule of vampires, has an ambition as strong as the sun.

So...

Whether it is from the Thirteen Pureblood Councils that are hindering him from within, or from the outside, such as the Blade Warrior who cuts off a few vampire heads as snacks all day long, or Locke who has emerged as a new force in the past month and is killing them fiercely.

All of these are on Deacon Frost's blacklist.

The Thirteen Pureblood Councils are now powerful.

He still lacks some of the things he wants, so he can only obey the resolution of the Thirteen Pureblood Councils.

But he can't take action, which doesn't mean that others can't take action.

For example, let the Blade Warrior deal with Locke and others.

Think about it.

If the Blade Warrior ran into him and Locke's transaction scene and saw him give Locke two million US dollars in cash, what would he think?

Blade Warrior is a ruthless person.

He is cruel to vampires, and he is even crueler to ordinary people who are willing to be their blood servants.

When the time comes...

Hehe.

What does the people killed by the Blade Warrior have to do with us vampires.

Deacon Frost thought of this, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

Wait, you thirteen old immortals.

When I get the "Blood God", the good days of you thirteen old immortals will be over. At that time, I will let you know what it means that a real man born between heaven and earth cannot be depressed and live under others for a long time.

Deacon Frost snorted coldly, turned around, threw his bathrobe, and walked back to his spacious bedroom that exuded a charming atmosphere.

Inside.

The biological mother of the Blade Warrior, the black one in the white and black, was kneeling on the ground at this moment, looking at Deacon Frost who came in, and opened her mouth with a happy smile.

"Woo!"

"No!"

"It's too dangerous, Boss, you can't go."

After seeing Locke hang up the phone, Debbie and Brown also hurriedly advised.

No matter what they said, they would not agree to let Locke go alone.

Locke put the phone back in his pocket, and then quietly looked at Debbie and Brown in front of him who were very excited and wanted to tie him up to prevent him from going out to the appointment. He couldn't help laughing.

"When did I say that I would go alone."

"Uh..."

"Ah!"

Debbie and Brown looked at each other, and then looked at Locke again.

"Boss, didn't you just agree to..."

"The Sentinel Secret Service never negotiates deals with criminals!"

"..."

Go alone?

Locke would be crazy to really go alone to the appointment.

What is his identity, what is the identity of that vampire.

He, Locke Underwood, Democratic Congressman, Majority Whip of the House of Representatives...

Ahem.

A mere vampire who doesn't see the light is worthy of meeting him alone.

Besides,

As long as he is alive, he will become stronger sooner or later, and it is not the turn of a vampire who can see his future.

The ancients said that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

Locke never does anything dangerous.

When Brown heard Locke say this, he also put down his hanging heart.

He looked at Debbie again, and then looked at Locke again: "Now notify the bureau and let the mobile force rush to the abandoned hangar?"

Locke shook his head.

"No."

"Why..."

Brown was about to ask, and then suddenly remembered and looked at Locke: "Is there a spy in the bureau?"

Locke met Brown's eyes and nodded.

This matter was learned from Blade Warrior a month ago after he and Natasha reached a cooperation.

Blade Warrior said that two months ago, he found a badge belonging to the Sentinel Special Service Bureau dropped on the ground while slashing in a hidden vampire bar.

Obviously.

Either there was an unlucky guy from the Sentinel Secret Service who became the dessert for the vampire bar, or there were also vampire blood servants in the Sentinel Secret Service.

Again, the same words.

Eternal life!

It was a temptation that ordinary people could not refuse.

It was only after Blade Warrior talked about this matter that he learned from Natasha that Blade Warrior suspected that he was a blood servant.

Locke heard it at that time and instantly realized why Natasha kissed him all over that night.

It was not because of the atmosphere, but because Natasha was checking whether there was a mark unique to the blood servant on his body.

Fortunately.

That night, he accidentally learned that drinking Thunder Bourbon could restore his cold body to body temperature.

"By the way."

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"Drink."

Locke came to his senses and took out the Thunder Bourbon bottle he carried with him from his pocket. After unscrewing it, he drank it directly.

The body temperature that had been gradually dropping because of not drinking at noon returned to normal again.

Locke screwed the small bottle of wine in his hand back on, and then looked at Debbie.

"Have you found any agents who lost their badges?"

"No."

Debbie shook her head and couldn't help but complain: "Boss, do you know how many agents there are in our building? And not all agents will choose to report if they lose their badges."

This is the truth.

If you report the lost badge, you will face an investigation by the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

And the badge is not an ID, not everyone will carry it with them, so even if they lose the badge, most agents will choose not to report it.

Locke is also very clear about this.

This is why, even though he and Natasha have reached a cooperation, there is still no cooperation on the surface.

No other reason.

There are bad guys in the bureau.

But this guy will be caught sooner or later.

Locke did not take this matter to heart. After coming to his senses, he looked directly at Debbie: "Debbie, you go back to the bureau now, sit in the command center, and notify the sentinels of the information department to get the sentinel satellite in place before 3 pm."

Debbie nodded.

"Abandoned hangar?"

"Yes, keep an eye on every move of the abandoned hangar. I will not come alone, and this Deacon Frost will definitely not go alone."

Locke is very sure of this.

It is said to be a single-handed meeting.

But Deacon Frost is the leader of the vampires in New York City.

Although his status is not comparable to his, he is still somewhat superior.

So, he is a leader after all. It is too embarrassing to drive here alone. At least he should have a driver.

Locke said so, and then looked at Brown.

"You already have the special ultraviolet sniper bullets."

"Yes."

"That's good."

Locke touched his chin.

Brown heard this, and then looked at the expression on Locke's face, and seemed to understand what Locke was thinking.

But...

He felt something was wrong and said: "Then don't you want the two million?"

Locke glanced at Brown.

He smiled.

"Only children do multiple-choice questions!"

"... so?"

"I want them all!"

Locke smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand to Brown, and then clenched his hand into a fist.

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