The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

"Boom!"

"..."

There was a knock on the apartment door.

Natasha, who was still sitting on the sofa and looked suspiciously at Locke who stood up after answering the phone, also stood up from the sofa the moment there was a knock on the door.

The moment Natasha stood up, the lazy expression on her face disappeared, and she transformed into the top agent Black Widow again.

Click!

The sound of the pistol being loaded and the safety released sounded.

Natasha walked to Locke's side and her eyes fell on the knocking on the apartment door.

"Did you tell anyone else your address?"

"No."

Locke shook his head.

These days, he didn't go back to his apartment after get off work, but stayed in Natasha's apartment in Manhattan.

Who told the empress of the palace not to let him take takeaway food home to eat?

Locke silently hung up the phone and glanced at Natasha.

Natasha understood.

"Which one?"

"NYPD, please open the door, ma'am."

There was a voice outside the door announcing the door.

Natasha turned to look at Locke.

Locke raised his eyebrows.

NYPD?

Is there a knock on the door in the middle of the night?

Locke also walked to the bar, turned off the safety, put his gun behind him, and nodded again towards Natasha.

Never mind.

The soldiers will stop it, and the water will cover it with soil.

"Coming!"

Natasha received the signal, said something to the outside, then put the weapon behind her and walked towards the door.

Just then.

A slight movement from outside the door was caught by Locke's now keen hearing.

Locke moved instantly and appeared behind Natasha, grabbed Natasha's arm and quickly retreated.

The next second.

"Bang!"

A big hole was instantly punched through the door.

"Boom!"

The broken door was instantly kicked open by someone outside.

"Bang!"

Bullets pulled Natasha back while pulling Natasha back. Bullets erupted from the muzzle of Locke's gun as he pulled the trigger, directly piercing the forehead of a male police officer wearing a New York Police Department uniform who had just kicked open the door.

"road!"

"Shet."

"shot."

The other two police officers who were at the door looked at their companion who was shot in the middle and fell to the ground. They cursed angrily and quickly pointed their guns at Locke and Natasha inside the house and pulled the triggers.

Bang, bang, bang!

Boom, boom, boom!

In an instant.

Bullets roared, pouring out towards the position where Locke and Natasha had just been standing.

But hit a loneliness.

Locke and Natasha dodged and hid directly at the bar where they couldn't see from the door.

When the two police officers at the door saw this, they immediately stopped shooting and quickly replaced the magazines in their hands.

At the moment one of the police officers lowered his head.

Boom!

Natasha flashed out, aimed at the chest of one of the police officers in less than a tenth of a second, and pulled the trigger.

"Bruce!"

"Farke!"

The remaining police officer hurriedly hid against the wall. Looking at his companion who was also clutching his chest and falling to the ground and gasping for breath, he couldn't help but cursed towards the stairs: "Damn it, why don't you come over and help?"

The words fell.

Five more police officers, also wearing New York Police Department uniforms, quickly came up the stairs.

One of the police officers with a scar on his right cheek first looked at the police officer who was lying on the ground, clutching his chest, gasping for breath, and his eyes filled with the desire to survive.

The police officer, full of desire to survive, tried hard to open his mouth.

"save……"

"Bang!"

Officer Scar raised his gun expressionlessly and pulled the trigger. Then he took out a fragmentation grenade from his pocket with his backhand. After pulling the safety bolt, he threw it directly into the apartment with the door wide open.

Ding dong dong!

The fragmentation grenade landed on the floor of the apartment and began rolling toward where Locke and Natasha were hiding.

Just then.

Locke instantly dodged behind the fragmentation grenade, and then kicked it out.

The fragmentation grenade flew out the door like a football.

Police Officer Scar outside the door looked at this scene with shock and... panic on his face.

It's a pity it's too late.

boom!

The fragmentation grenade exploded the moment the apartment door was kicked out.

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Police Officer Scar bore the brunt of the attack and was blown away.

The police officer who was the first to start was directly trapped into a hornet's nest by the flying debris.

Locke looked towards where Natasha was.

"Cover me."

"good."

The moment Natasha responded, she also walked out from the bar, holding guns in both hands to cover Locke who was rushing towards the door.

After Locke exited the apartment door, he already pointed the muzzle of his gun at the staircase on the left. Looking at the four police officers who were getting up from the ground, he pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

The gunfire is over and the fighting is over.

Natasha walked out and glanced at the police officer who was lying between the door and the stairway. Then her eyes fell on the police officer whose uniform was torn to pieces by the aftermath of the explosion. His body was also covered with debris. He was leaning against the wall and violently vomiting blood. Constable Scar.

Officer Scar looked at Natasha who came out and subconsciously raised his right hand.

"Bang!"

The scarred police officer who was shot in the middle of his eyebrows slammed his head against the wall behind him, and then lowered his head heavily.

Natasha looked at Locke who was shooting at the side.

"Don't you want to ask who sent them?"

"No need."

Locke said, and then walked in front of the scarred police officer who had just turned into a corpse, hooked the scarred police officer's head with his right foot, and exposed his right ear.

Behind the right ear of the scarred police officer, there was a tadpole-like text.

"Blood Servant Mark?"

Natasha noticed this mark and looked at Locke on the side: "Did you guess it?"

Locke smiled: "I guess so."

He thought of it after he learned that Blade's lair had been attacked by vampires.

How could it be so coincidental.

Blade's vampires came to the door, and he had police officers come to the door.

Obviously.

The ambitious vampire Quinn started to make a move.

After recruiting soldiers and eliminating dissidents, he finally had time to prepare to kidnap Daofeng and sent these blood servants who were loyal to the vampires to kill him.

Tsk.

The plan was good, but it seemed to underestimate him.

The reason why Quinn did not send vampires but blood servants to the door was, on the one hand, to eliminate his vigilance, and on the other hand, to reduce the influence caused by his death.

After all, he was killed by vampires and killed by ordinary people, which are two different concepts.

What a pity!

Quinn underestimated him, and also underestimated Natasha.

Even if he did not take action, let alone these few little Karami, even if the number increased by a dozen, Natasha would probably not even breathe after killing them.

But it is understandable.

After all, he was a slave in power, and no matter the source of intelligence or vision, he could not be compared with the dead Deacon.

But...

There are also advantages to being short-sighted.

At least this scene does not need to wait too long, and it will be over soon.

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