The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Quinn was in a very bad state at the moment.

pain!

At that time, he escaped from the abandoned hangar and thought he had escaped. However, he was hit in the right arm by a cold gun.

Those are the ultraviolet bullets used to defeat vampires.

His arm began to spontaneously combust. Before he could react, he saw a strong man who looked like a wild bear rushing towards him. He raised a knife and dropped it on his arm while muttering, Words like almost getting into trouble.

When he reacted, a set of "Holy Water Remote Control Bomb" clothes were put on him.

Then……

He was tied here.

Nothing happened all night.

Quinn discovered that Jack, who kidnapped him, didn't seem to want his life, which gave him some thoughts.

But he didn't dare to move during the day. Even if he ran out, he would turn into gray under the sun.

So he waited until night.

The result was that when he took advantage of Jack's turning around to take action, Jack detonated the "holy water bomb" on him without hesitation.

moment.

He was burned over a large area. Not only that, his right leg was also broken, and his clothes were replaced with a set of "holy water bombs" with a larger dose.

He is in pain now.

Huge pain.

Quinn endured the pain from everywhere in his body and looked at Locke as expressionlessly as possible.

Eyes facing each other.

Locke chuckled.

"Let's talk."

"..."

Quinn's mouth, which seemed to have been washed by concentrated sulfuric acid, was silent for a while and slowly opened.

His voice was hoarse, as if he was speaking with sea sand in his mouth.

"What to talk about?"

"What kind of conspiracy is Dickon up to?"

"..."

When Kun En heard this, his eyes shrank uncontrollably.

"I have no idea."

"Oh."

Locke chuckled: "Really? I don't believe it."

There is something to say.

The leader’s wife may not necessarily have the leader’s secretary or driver who understand the leader.

No matter which world it is in, family members may not know the secrets of the superior, but the secretary of the superior... and the driver will definitely know something about it.

And Quinn...is Dickon's driver.

This is also the reason why Locke didn't say anything after watching Quinn escape.

He was also quite curious about what Dickon was planning, letting the blade jump up and down without killing him.

There's no way Dickon is Blade's father.

Otherwise, would you be so spoiled to him?

Locke did not wait for Quinn to reply and said again: "No matter what conspiracy and plan Dickon had, he is already dead. There is no need to keep a dead man's secret for him, if you still want to leave alive."

Quinn was stunned for a moment, then looked at Locke, a hint of surprise and disbelief flashed in his eyes: "You will let me leave?"

Better to die than live.

He gave up his human identity and became Dickon's blood servant in order to live forever.

Even if he becomes Dickon's blood servant forever.

but……

That is also eternal life.

Locke met Quinn's gaze and gave a direct answer in the affirmative.

"Of course, the premise is that you cooperate."

"..."

When Quinn heard this, the surprise and disbelief in his eyes disappeared.

Locke snorted.

"I can see that you are a smart person. I like to deal with smart people, so if you cooperate, I will let you leave here alive."

"I……"

Quinn lowered his eyes, the look in his eyes changing crazily.

Locke quietly smoked the cigarette in his hand.

After a while.

Quinn looked up again.

"Dickon is really dead?"

"certainly."

The corners of Locke's mouth raised slightly. Quinn was indeed a smart man. Look, he didn't call his master now, but called him by his first name.

Quinn shook his head: "I don't believe it."

No one knew Dickon Frost's strength better than he did.

Class A vampires are almost the pinnacle of vampires in New York City today.

And Dickon's heart is also dark.

Looking at those thirteen pure-blood vampires, with Dickon calmly continuing to feed them vervain, they probably wouldn't have thought that their strength was now inferior to that of even C-class vampires.

Locke looked at Quinn, who said he didn't believe it, but his expression was full of "Really?" He chuckled, and then seemed to have thought of something, and put his right hand into his pocket.

The next second.

A ring appeared on Locke's hand.

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Quinn's eyes fell on the ring the moment it appeared.

"This is……"

"I believe it this time."

Quinn didn't speak, but looked motionlessly at the ring that Locke was playing with.

Locke looked at Quinn's expression, moved his wrist slightly, and threw the ring on his hand towards Quinn.

Quinn caught the ring with a swipe, and then observed it carefully with his remaining left hand.

His expression was one of surprise...with a hint of ecstasy.

Locke crossed his legs, held his chin in one hand, and looked at Quinn with a smile.

"How's it going? Are you sure?"

"Um."

Quinn responded subconsciously without raising his head, then reacted, looked up, and saw Locke's teasing eyes.

The corners of Locke's mouth raised slightly: "Answer my question, I can also give you this ring."

It's just a ring that can resist ultraviolet rays.

He doesn't need it.

Locke said that his current achievements were all due to his own efforts.

One sentence.

All the power belongs to oneself, and external things are small Doyle!

Quinn listened to Locke's words and held the ring tightly in his hand.

"Really?"

"Of course!"

Locke nodded: "Now, tell me, what did Deacon want to do when he was alive?"

Quinn opened his mouth, looked at Locke, then looked down at the ring in his hand that originally belonged to Deacon, took a deep breath, and looked up at Locke again.

Then...

Start confessing!

Five minutes later.

As Quinn stopped talking, Locke also knew Deacon's previous plan.

"Summon the Blood God?"

"Yes."

Quinn, who began to confess, also knew everything at this moment, and nodded without hesitation: "This is also the reason why Deacon did not kill Blade. He needed the blood of Blade and the blood of thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders to sacrifice in order to summon the Blood God."

It's just that the ancient spell to summon the Blood God has not been deciphered yet.

This is also the real reason why Deacon tolerated thirteen pure-blooded vampires riding on his hands and ignored Blade killing vampires as snacks at night.

Locke rubbed his chin in thought.

He had not watched the movie Blade from beginning to end.

But the Blood God...

He still had an impression. It seemed that in the movie Blade, this Blood God seemed to be the BOSS.

Hiss.

So Deacon was not the BOSS, but the Blood God was.

Good guy.

Deacon alone gave him 200 extraordinary points. If this Blood God came out, how much could he get?

Locke lowered his head, his eyes flickering.

Quinn sat quietly on the sofa, holding the ring that originally belonged to Deacon tightly in his left hand, looking at Locke with some nervousness and uneasiness.

After all.

Whether he lived or died depended on the thought of the man in front of him who seemed not afraid of the vampire riot at all and killed his master brazenly.

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