The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Blade was confused.

Although his face was swollen like fermented dough and his eyes were as hard to open as two eggs, he still tried his best to keep his eyes wide open and looked at the pile of gray-white flour-like substance left on the ground. ash.

besides……

The two shining golden fangs seemed to be perfectly integrated into the ashes, and the silver sword was right next to the ashes.

Fangs and sword?

Vampire follow me?

Wait a moment.

"This is……"

"Dickon?"

The Blade Warrior couldn't help but gasped as he watched an emergency operations SWAT pinch out the two fangs from the ashes and hand them to Debbie, while another emergency operations SWAT was about to bend down to pick up the fallen sword. He took a breath and said quickly: "Wait a minute, don't pick it up."

When the emergency operations SWAT officer heard this, he paused and looked at the Blade Warrior.

Blade did not speak, but staggered over, then picked up his long sword from the ground, glanced at the suspicious emergency operations special policeman on the side, did not speak, but turned the mechanism in his hand.

Clang!

Two blood-letting grooves popped up on both sides of the long sword's handle instantly.

If a stranger holds this long sword, his wrist will be broken immediately by these two blood-letting grooves.

When the emergency operations SWAT saw this scene, the image of his wrist being cut off appeared in his mind. He couldn't help but take a breath, and then looked at the blade with a grateful expression.

"Thanks."

If his wrist is cut off, even if he goes to the hospital and can be reattached, he will not be able to do his current job.

The emergency police officer doesn't like his current job very much, but if he doesn't do this job, he really can't afford the monthly alimony he has to pay to his two ex-wives.

And if he cannot afford alimony, he can only declare bankruptcy. After bankruptcy, his house will be repossessed. If he wants to find another job, he must have a fixed residence, but he cannot afford alimony. fee.

so……

Blade's timely reminder just now prevented him from becoming a homeless man to a certain extent.

Dao Feng didn't say anything, just waved his right hand and put away the mechanism.

Locke's face recovered a little at this moment, and he walked over, looked at the two vampire fangs in the evidence bag in Debbie's hand, and then looked at the blade: "Is it Dickon?"

Blade looked at the ashes on the ground: "It does have his aura."

Locke nodded.

"Thanks."

"..."

The Blade Warrior was slightly startled and looked at Locke: "Thank me for what?"

He still doesn't understand what happened.

When he passed out, he only remembered that people from the Sentinel Secret Service were coming. When he woke up again, this was the scene in front of him.

Locke looked at the confusion on Blade Warrior's face and showed a hint of suspicion at the right moment: "Didn't you kill Dickon?"

Blade Warrior's eyes widened: "What, I thought you were the one who killed him, didn't you?"

Locke and Brown looked at each other.

Debbie looked at Blade at this moment: "When we came here, it was already like this. The boss, Brown and our people were all unconscious. You were the only one in the hangar."

Hearing this, Blade looked down at the sword in his hand, and then looked at the pile of ashes that Dickon had turned into on the ground, with a confused expression almost written all over his face.

Locke, Brown and others passed out outside.

I'm in there alone.

Could it be...

Did I really kill him?

Dao Feng thought to himself, and couldn't help but blink his swollen, egg-like eyes.

Just then.

The sound of an ambulance rang outside.

Locke looked at Dao Feng who was mired in self-doubt, smiled inwardly, and then said with concern to Dao Feng: "Forget it, the result is good, let's go to the hospital for treatment first."

Blade came back to his senses, looked at Locke, and shook his head.

"I'm not going to the hospital."

"What?"

Locke frowned and looked at the blade: "But your body..."

When he said this, he seemed to have thought of something and stopped speaking in time.

Locke paused for a moment and looked at the blade again.

"You really don't want to go to the hospital?"

"Need not."

Blade shook his head, put the long sword in his hand back behind him, then walked to the other side with a somewhat frivolous pace, picked up another long sword, and the sunglasses that Dickon had trampled to pieces before, and put them on again, He just walked towards the outside of the hangar without saying a word.

Debbie looked at Locke: "Boss..."

Locke's eyes retracted from Blade's back, looked at Debbie, and shook his head: "Forget it."

Dao Feng didn't want to go to the hospital, and he had no idea of ​​forcing him to go.

After all, life belongs to others.

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It’s your own destiny, your own decision.

soon.

Just as Blade left the sight of the abandoned hangar, an ambulance also appeared in sight.

Seeing this, Debbie said to Locke: "Boss, should I take you to the hospital for a check-up?"

Locke also waved his hand, pointed at a few sentry special police officers not far away who looked a little bit dementia, and said: "I'm fine, I'll send them there first."

From the looks of the sentinel SWAT officers at the front, Locke was a little worried. Dickon's screaming shock wave might have made them stupid.

Debbie frowned as she listened to Locke's answer.

"Boss..."

"It's okay. I'll go back after I deal with this."

Locke interrupted Debbie's speech, patted her on the shoulder, and said to Brown, who seemed fine, "After overtime, let's find a place to have a drink?"

"Okay."

"Let's go."

Locke smiled, and then said to Debbie, "I'll leave this to you."

Debbie opened her mouth and wanted to say, "Boss, you should go to the hospital now, not the bar." But thinking that Brown would go with her, even if there were any sequelae, she would be able to find them in the first place, so she simply nodded, "Okay, Boss."

Locke hummed, took off his suit jacket, and walked out of the abandoned hangar.

Brown said a few words to his team members, and then after watching the team members who still looked a little demented get on the ambulance, he also trotted a few steps and caught up with Locke who was about to walk out of the hangar.

"Where are we going?"

"Puzzle?"

"Okay, come to think of it, I haven't been there for more than a month."

"Yeah."

In the past month, he and Brown have been busy killing vampires with a roster. It has been a long time since they went to the bar to have a few drinks after get off work.

Puzzle Bar is a bar that he and Brown often go to.

It is not far from the Sentinel Special Service Building, on 75th Street.

As for why the bar is named Puzzle.

He also asked the bar owner named Carl McLaren.

In the end, asking is the same as not asking.

cause it's a puzzle!

Because it is a mystery.

……