The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Swoosh!

A dark object rushed out of the abandoned hangar under the irradiation of ultraviolet light, and then disappeared into the darkness with smoke all over its body.

The next second.

Five Ford SUVs have arrived at the abandoned hangar, and the ultraviolet searchlights on the roof instantly illuminated the dim hangar purple.

In the hangar.

Deacon pinched Blade's throat with one hand, holding it like a chicken, and then squinted his eyes and looked outside the hangar.

"Hiss."

"Something's wrong."

"This guy..."

Brown looked at Deacon, who was vivid under the ultraviolet searchlight and did not turn into gray as expected, and couldn't help but take a breath.

"Isn't he a vampire?"

"No, he is."

Locke, who was half a body behind Brown, said so, his eyes fell on the ring on Deacon's finger that was pinching Blade's throat.

Sure enough.

This guy is not afraid of ultraviolet rays, because of the ring.

But...

It's okay.

You are not afraid of the ultraviolet rays outside, but are you afraid of the ultraviolet rays hitting your body?

Locke narrowed his eyes.

The SWAT officers on the five Ford SUVs have opened their doors and are standing directly in front of the vehicles, fully armed with assault rifles loaded with ultraviolet bullets, aiming at Deacon who is blocked in the hangar.

Deacon pinched Blade's throat while watching the armed sentry SWAT officers appearing at the door of the hangar.

"Deacon Frost!"

Brown walked out from the back, looked at Deacon in the hangar, and said expressionlessly: "You are arrested."

Deacon laughed.

"Haha."

Deacon narrowed his eyes and looked at Brown, then his eyes swept past Brown and fell into the shadow behind Brown: "Mr. Locke Underwood, it's you."

Locke walked out from the back with a smile on his face, stood beside Brown, and greeted Deacon with a cold smile on his face.

"We meet again, Mr. Frost."

"I thought we had reached an agreement."

"Yes."

Locke nodded with a very frank expression: "But when I left just now, I thought about it and figured out an important thing."

Dicken narrowed his eyes.

"Oh, what important thing?"

"It's very important to me without you."

He wants money.

He also wants life.

The same sentence.

Children only do multiple-choice questions, and adults mainly want everything.

After Locke's words fell, Brown raised his hand directly, and then under Dicken's gaze, he suddenly swung his arm down.

"Fire!"

"Toot toot."

"Bang toot toot!"

Instantly.

A dozen sentinels standing in front of Brown and Locke pulled the trigger in unison.

No nonsense.

The main goal is efficiency.

It's getting late, finish overtime early and go home to rest early.

One after another, ultraviolet bullets were fired, turning into a barrage, shooting directly at Deacon and the Blade Warrior without distinction.

Deacon's eyes shrank, and his figure was like a phantom, holding the blade directly, and disappeared in a breath.

He was not afraid of ultraviolet rays, but he was still afraid of ultraviolet rays shooting into his body.

"Above."

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Left..."

"Bang, bang..."

"Right!"

"Bang..."

In the abandoned hangar, Deacon relied on ghostly speed to dodge one bullet after another that was chasing him.

As for the blade, he threw it away as early as after the first wave of attacks.

Because he really didn't dare to kill the blade.

But it was not because of tonight's script. After seeing Locke go and come back, Deacon knew that his script was torn up.

He couldn't kill the blade because of another thing.

So...

He couldn't kill it, and he ran away with the blade. This guy not only didn't cooperate, but also almost messed up his speed, so he had to throw it away.

"Damn it."

Deacon, who turned into a phantom and jumped up and down in the hangar, quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for a way to leave.

The next second.

He saw the light hole above the hangar.

Deacon's eyes lit up, and his body was like a gecko, directly along the wall, quickly approaching the light hole.

Locke saw this scene, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Debbie, explode."

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"Understood."

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Just when Deacon was about to approach the light hole, the well-hidden micro-monitor that almost blended with the color of the ceiling exploded instantly.

At the moment of the explosion, it seemed that liquid splashed out from the center of the explosion in all directions.

Deacon was very fast, but he was still splashed by the liquid.

The colorless and odorless liquid splashed on Deacon's feminine face, and a chemical reaction like concentrated sulfuric acid occurred instantly.

Deacon almost screamed subconsciously and covered his handsome face.

"Sulfuric acid?"

"No, holy water."

Locke's mouth curled up.

There are so many things that can restrain vampires.

Even if Deacon is an A-class vampire, what can it do?

Not to mention that Deacon is an A-class vampire, even if he is an S-class vampire, he still has these weaknesses.

With a thud.

Dicken fell heavily to the ground, screaming while covering his cheeks. When he stood up again and put down his hands, his face was unrecognizable.

Dicken, who was handsome at first, looked like he had washed his face with concentrated sulfuric acid.

Not only was there a lot of pits and bumps, but there was even white smoke coming out.

"Puff puff puff!"

"Sizzle sizzle."

Dicken stood there, letting one ultraviolet bullet after another shoot into his body.

His eyes were completely scarlet, staring at Locke who was keeping a safe distance from him outside the hangar.

"You... damn it!"

Dicken opened his mouth, and the voice full of anger and murderous intent was like coming from the depths of hell.

Locke sneered when he heard this.

The next second.

He looked at Dicken with his mouth open, raised his eyebrows, and just when he was about to warn him, a scream that seemed to be able to shake the soul suddenly appeared in his ears.

"Ah!!!"

The sound came out of Deacon's mouth and rushed out of the hangar almost instantly, covering Brown, Locke and others.

The first sentinel to bear the brunt fainted instantly.

One, two, three.

Including Brown next to Locke.

Everyone except him was lying on the ground as far as Locke could see.

Not only here, but even the sentinel combat command center that maintained communication with the scene.

Debbie and the others almost subconsciously pulled out the communicator beside their ears and threw it to the side.

"Ah!"

"Hiss!"

"Fuck!"

Debbie and others who subconsciously pulled out the communicator were shocked.

But Debbie reacted quickly.

"Shit."

"Boss."

Debbie's eyes widened, and she quickly picked up the communicator she had just thrown away, went back online, and looked at the completely distorted satellite screen, and hurriedly called out urgently.

"Boss, boss, boss."

"..."