The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

In the abandoned hangar.

Locke and Deacon looked at each other.

Both of them were smiling, and the scene was like old friends who had never met before, but they felt a sense of mutual respect when they met for the first time.

But...

Both of them sensed the vague murderous intent from each other.

At this moment.

Deacon Frost laughed first, and then snapped his fingers without looking back.

The snap fell.

The Mercedes-Benz car parked at the door of the hangar drove forward a few steps, entered the hangar and stopped again.

The next second.

The driver's door of the Mercedes-Benz opened, and Quinn, who played the role of driver, trotted out, came to the trunk of the car, and took out two standard suitcases from it.

Quinn carried a suitcase in one hand and trotted behind Deacon.

"Master."

"Well, go."

Deacon took the suitcase and nodded to Quinn.

Quinn understood, turned around without looking back, and trotted back to the Mercedes-Benz.

"Mr. Underwood, please." Deacon smiled and handed the two suitcases in his hand to Locke.

Locke did not choose to take it immediately, but smiled at the two suitcases in Deacon's hand.

Deacon also smiled when he saw this.

Locke looked at Deacon with a playful smile on his face.

"Two million for a suitcase, and now Mr. Frost gives me two suitcases, what does this mean."

How much is two million US dollars?

If it is packed in bags, how many bags are needed?

Locke did not know this question.

But it happened.

He just knew how many boxes could be packed with two million US dollars in a suitcase.

The answer is one box.

This is not his theory, but he saw it with his own eyes.

But that was a matter of childhood.

At that time, when old Underwood had not yet gone to Washington, and was still in South Carolina, a businessman came to provide old Underwood with campaign funds.

The suitcase that the businessman brought over was the same suitcase that Deacon was holding now.

And the campaign fund provided by the businessman was exactly two million.

So...

He brought four million?

Good guy.

Any unexpected gains?

Deacon Frost looked at the playful smile on Locke's face, and his expression did not change at all: "Two million US dollars is our apology, and the other two million US dollars is to wish us a smooth cooperation, Mr. Agent Underwood."

Oh!

Waiting for me here.

So, this is just a show for the Blade Warrior lying on the ceiling.

Locke listened to Deacon's explanation, said in his heart, and then looked at Deacon with a strange expression.

"Cooperation?"

"Yes."

Deacon's expression was very sincere: "Didn't Mr. Underwood also say on the phone that we will continue to deal with each other in the future? I hope that we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future."

While speaking,

Deacon placed two suitcases in front of Locke, and then sincerely extended his right hand to Locke again: "Happy cooperation, Mr. Underwood."

Locke lowered his eyes and looked at the right hand that was extended again.

After a while.

He smiled.

The next second.

Locke also stretched out his right hand, ready to shake hands with Deacon.

But...

Boom!

Locke subconsciously looked at the ceiling where the noise came from.

Deacon also looked up in a pretentious manner.

It caught his eye.

The Blade Warrior, who was dressed in black and carrying two sharp swords behind him, fell from the sky in a very cool posture and landed steadily on one knee!

Quinn in the Mercedes-Benz screamed at the right time.

"Shit, Master, it's the Blade Warrior!"

"..."

The Blade Warrior who landed steadily stood up from the ground, then stretched his right hand back and drew out a sharp long sword, then played a sword flower very coolly, and then looked at Deacon Frost.

The thick lips of the Blade Warrior pulled out a smile.

But the tone was unusually low.

"Dicken!"

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"Blade!"

Dicken narrowed his eyes, looked at the "suddenly" appeared Blade Warrior, and said in a deep voice, then slipped and blocked in front of Locke: "Mr. Underwood, be careful."

A hint of playfulness flashed in Locke's eyes.

But he did not choose to expose it, but let Dicken block in front of him, and then stared at the "suddenly" appeared Blade Warrior not far away: "Who is he, Frost, I remember I said not to bring anyone else here."

Acting?

Who can't?

Don't you know that every politician is an excellent actor?

Although he is not a politician.

But he was born in a politician's family.

In terms of acting, he said that he is much more natural than Dicken, whose acting was a bit exaggerated and sloppy just now.

"Mr. Underwood."

Quinn ran out of the Mercedes again, answering Locke's question for his master: "Blade Warrior, he has killed many of us over the years."

Dicken also turned his head to look at Locke, with a hint of apology on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Underwood, I didn't know he would follow me, but don't worry, he won't leave here alive."

In one sentence, they showed that they had a senior partnership with Locke!

Said.

Deacon looked at Quinn expressionlessly: "Kill him."

Quinn's whole body trembled, his expression was wonderful, and he almost wanted to point his finger at himself next time.

At this moment, he felt like a fish that had become a spirit, and his master was asking him to catch Sun Wukong alone.

Even though he didn't know who Sun Wukong was.

But...

Just when Quinn was about to have PTSD against Blade Warrior again, he saw the coldness in the eyes of his master Deacon.

This chilling coldness made Quinn's body tremble again.

Quinn took a deep breath and looked at Blade Warrior standing not far away, holding the familiar sword.

The hatred and anger towards Blade Warrior in his eyes were burning rapidly.

"Blade!"

"Quinn."

Blade Warrior looked at his defeated opponent, and a hint of mockery appeared on his face: "To be honest, I have killed you so many times, I am tired of this game."

It would be better if he didn't say it.

When Blade said this, Quinn instantly recalled the scenes of being teased, tortured and killed by Blade several times before.

Quinn's eyes turned red, and his two fangs were exposed.

New and old hatreds surged in his heart at this moment.

Quinn screamed, and then rushed towards Blade at a speed as fast as a phantom: "It will be you who will die this time!"

Blade held the sword directly, laughed, and then rushed up to meet Quinn's attack.

Boom!

Quinn's claws slapped Blade's long sword directly. The latter immediately felt that something was wrong and crossed the long sword across his chest.

Then...

Blade flew backwards.

『Ding! 』

『Obtained extraordinary points: "1"』

『Current extraordinary points: "3"』

『Ding! 』

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