The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Eyes.

Glass shattered.

Then, under the gaze of Locke and others, after recovering from his injuries, Blade Warrior put on his full set of equipment again, wearing sunglasses, with two sharp swords behind him, and holding a black girl in his arms, his expression was like a chimpanzee baring teeth, and he crossed the sky.

Blade Warrior holding the black girl in his arms drew a beautiful arc in the air, and then reached the roof of an apartment building 20 meters away.

"This..."

"Boss?"

Debbie came back to her senses and looked at Locke on the side.

Locke retracted his gaze.

Just then.

Gunshots came from the floor where the window was broken.

Locke looked up again and saw Brown, whose left hand was already in plaster, standing at the window and shooting in the direction of Blade.

Unfortunately.

Every shot missed.

Locke looked at the hospital building with a playful expression, and then looked at Blade Warrior who had already left with the girl in his arms.

"Debbie."

"Boss?"

"You are here to find out what happened, Jack, you come with me."

"Okay."

Locke turned around, got back in the car, took Jack, stepped on the accelerator, and left the hospital directly.

He just came because Blade came to the hospital.

Now that Blade is gone, why is he still here?

To see the patient?

Sorry, I don't remember that he seems to have no friends hospitalized here.

The speed is 80 miles per hour.

Locke drove, taking Jack, straight to the Blade Warrior's lair, that is, the abandoned machine repair warehouse.

An hour later.

Locke got out of the car, looked around the warehouse, and then his eyes fell on the rusty warehouse door in front of him.

"Jack, knock on the door."

"Got it."

Jack walked straight over and knocked on the warehouse door.

However, he knocked for almost a minute, but the warehouse did not open, and no one responded.

Jack turned his head: "Boss."

Locke laughed, his eyes moved up and fell on the surveillance camera on the upper right corner of the warehouse door: "Abraham Whistler, you can choose to open the door now, or you can wait for me to blow up the door with a search warrant."

Three seconds after the words fell, with a bang, the door of the warehouse in front of him slowly opened.

A white old man with gray hair but a good spirit and a shotgun in his hand appeared in the sight of the two.

Jack looked at the shotgun in the hand of Blade's adoptive father, and the emergency response was triggered instantly. He drew his gun and pointed it at the old man in one second.

"Damn it, put down the gun, quickly."

"Jack, put the gun down."

Locke reached out and pressed Jack's right hand holding the gun, and said to Blade's adoptive father in front of him with a smile: "Abraham Whistler? Locke Underwood, Blade's ally."

Abraham Whistler heard this, looked at Locke who exuded gentlemanly demeanor in front of him, and sneered.

"Ally?"

"Yes, didn't Blade tell you?"

"Yes."

"But Blade was deceived by you, I won't."

Abraham Whistler looked at Locke with a cold face.

Locke raised his eyebrows.

"Cheat?"

"Dicken was not killed by Blade, but by you. You want to put the blame on Blade."

Compared to Blade, who has been fighting vampires physically since he grew up, Abraham Whistler has experienced much more than Blade.

After Blade came back that night and told him what happened, he knew what others were planning.

Although he and Blade have always wanted to kill Dicken Frost and eradicate all the vampires in New York City.

But...

One actively killed, and the other was killed passively, these are two different things.

The most important point.

After Blade came back that night, he was seriously injured, and fell into a coma after telling the story.

Abraham Whistler almost used up all the serum in stock to pull Blade back from the edge of becoming a vampire.

So!

Unless he is crazy, he will have a good face to the Sentinel Secret Service that harmed his son.

Locke listened to Abraham Whistler's accusation, blinked in confusion, and then asked Jack next to him: "Jack, does our action report say that Blade killed Deacon?"

Jack shook his head honestly: "It didn't say that, it's just possible."

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Locke said, nodded, and then looked at Abraham Whistler sincerely.

"Mr. Whistler, look, you misunderstood."

"..."

I misunderstood a fart.

I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice.

Abraham Whistler had a blank expression on his face and ignored Locke.

At this moment.

The car rumbled, and a black classic car drifted to the door of the abandoned warehouse, and then Blade got out of the car holding the black girl who was already bleeding heavily.

When Blade saw Locke and Jack standing at the door, his expression was stunned for a while, and then he walked quickly into the warehouse.

"Hurry up and find the serum, she was bitten by a vampire."

"What..."

Abraham Whistler was also shocked when he heard it, and then after looking at Locke, he put down the shotgun in his hand and turned to help Blade.

Jack looked at the two people walking into the warehouse.

"Boss?"

"Go in and have a look."

Locke laughed and walked towards the warehouse with Jack.

Compared with the haphazardly stacked car parts outside, the warehouse is neatly organized.

Neatly stacked parts.

An industrial-style fitness facility made from on-site materials.

A computer, a satellite map of New York City, and two single beds that resemble camp beds.

After Blade placed the black girl who was unconscious due to excessive blood loss in his arms on the single bed, Abraham Whistler immediately grabbed a needle and injected it into the bleeding wound on the black girl's neck.

soon.

The wound on the black girl's neck began to smoke.

The black girl lying on the bed moaned in pain.

"What is this?" Jack asked curiously when he saw this scene.

Abraham Whistler said nothing.

However, Blade said in a deep voice: "The anti-viral serum can suppress the vampire virus. However, whether she will become a vampire or not depends on herself."

Compared to Abraham Whistler, who used his brains, it was much easier to slash vampires with their own blades since he was a child.

In Blade's understanding, whoever kills a vampire is his friend.

It's that simple.

At that time, he was deceived by Nick Fury into being a member of the same skin color and boarded the ship. It was a lie. It was true that Nick Fury provided him with intelligence support for killing vampires.

As for what Abraham Whistler told him after he woke up yesterday that the Sentinel Secret Service was using him as a weapon, he didn't care at all.

Still the same sentence.

As long as you kill vampires, we'll be friends!

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