The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

The sudden closure of the Vampire Building happened in broad daylight, which naturally attracted the attention of reporters in New York City, which was in a state of chaos these days.

Vampires appeared in New York City.

No matter how you write about it, it is enough for these reporters to write about it for a month without feeling outdated.

Considering that these reporters write about Tony Stark's past when there is no news, it is quite normal to do so.

So half an hour after the closure of the Vampire Building, reporters in New York City had already arrived at the scene.

Faced with the news that the closed building was suspected to be the lair of vampires in New York City, many reporters were trembling.

Don't get me wrong.

They were not trembling with fear, but with excitement.

Some reporters who were crazy for news even walked around the Vampire Building, trying to find a way to the building.

As a reporter who was crazy appeared, more reporters appeared.

By the time the New York Police Department arrived at the scene, these reporters were about to surround the Vampire Building.

Locke, who was at the Sentinel Combat Command Center, rested his chin with one hand while watching the real-time images on the big screen.

Debbie, who was standing by, frowned as she watched the media reporters on the big screen being driven away by the New York Police Department.

"Boss, do you want to send someone to drive these reporters away?"

"Drive away?"

"Why drive them away."

Locke put down his right hand and laughed: "Put aside the desire to help others and respect the fate of others."

Debbie blinked.

"What does this mean, boss?"

"People who are looking for death are not worth saving."

Locke smiled, stood up from his chair, put his hands in his pockets, walked to the big screen, and watched the reporters on the big screen who were trying to play hide-and-seek with the police around the building under the persuasion of the New York Police Department, and then checked the time on his watch.

"How long has it been since the satellite signal was disturbed just now?"

"One hundred and thirty-eight minutes."

Debbie confirmed the time.

From the time the picture became chaotic to now, more than two hours have passed.

Locke nodded, stretched his waist, and prepared to go out: "I'll go to the office to rest for a while, and then I'll come back if there's any movement..."

Before he finished speaking.

A sentry who was responsible for searching for news on the Internet suddenly became alert and turned his head to look at Locke who was about to go out.

"Sir, CNN News Channel's official website has released a video, you should watch it."

"..."

Locke stopped and looked at the sentry who spoke.

The sentry then projected the video just released on CNN News Channel's official website onto the big screen.

As soon as the video was played.

Instantly.

Screams came.

"Ah!"

Along with the screams, a man with a distorted appearance and almost skinny body appeared in the video, and there was also a black-skinned dancer with scarlet eyes who was sucking on the man's neck.

"Hiss."

"Hum, oh, oh, oh."

"They really went in."

The people in the combat command center, amid a burst of exclamations and God's shouts covering their mouths, quickly set their eyes on Locke with his hands in his pockets.

Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at the man who was sucked into a stick at the end of the video, and the blade who passed by and covered his shoulder at the last moment.

More than two hours.

Tsk.

Is it so lame?

But...

The wound on Blade's shoulder just now seems to be an arrow wound.

Hawkeye did it?

But Hawkeye was not seen.

Wait a minute.

The man who was sucked into a stick just now, couldn't he be Hawkeye disguised as a Skrull.

Speaking of which, shouldn't the Skrull be restored to its normal form after the Skrull died?

Locke brainstormed.

Debbie looked at Locke who was standing there without saying a word, and reminded him softly.

"Boss."

"... Yeah."

Locke shook his head and took a deep breath: "Confirm the video with CNN..."

The words were not finished yet.

Dinglingling!

Locke took out his mobile phone from his arms, looked at the number on it, and raised his eyebrows.

He was familiar with this number.

If he remembered correctly, this number was Deacon's mobile phone number.

What's up.

Did Deacon call him from hell?

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Locke put the phone to his ear and clicked to connect.

"I'm Locke Underwood."

"Have you seen the video I sent out? Sorry, the people you sent over are all dead."

"Quinn."

Locke listened to the voice on the phone and said with a bright smile: "I'm sorry to disappoint you. The people who went in are not my people. My people haven't gone in yet."

Debbie, who was standing by, had already run to the console to locate Locke's incoming call signal after hearing her boss say the name Quinn.

There was no change in Quinn's tone on the phone.

"Then you have to hurry up. After all, the blade is in my hands."

"Really? Then congratulations."

"No, it should be me thanking you."

Quinn smiled and said: "If you hadn't put me back at that time, how could I be who I am today? I can achieve what I have today, thanks to you, Agent Locke Underwood of the Sentinel Secret Service."

Locke didn't say anything, but looked in the direction of a sentinel's finger.

Eye-catching.

The CNN news channel, which had already started live broadcast, was broadcasting the content of his conversation with Quinn at this moment.

There was also a very special and eye-catching title.

"Exclusive revelation, New York vampires and the Sentinel Secret Service!"

"..."

Good fellow.

Locke called out "good fellow" in his heart, nodded calmly to the sentinels who looked at him, and then said without any fluctuation in his tone: "Are you referring to the fact that when your master Deacon Frost was besieged by us, you abandoned your master and ran away, and I didn't send anyone to catch up with you?"

Facts must be based on evidence.

Facts without evidence are just the truth, not the facts.

Little guy.

Seeing low is seeing low.

What gives you the courage and illusion that you can get the words of an elite law enforcement officer with just one phone call.

Locke wanted to laugh, but his expression did not change.

Quinn, who was in the sacrificial hall, narrowed his eyes when he heard Locke's words.

"Escape, if you hadn't broken your promise, when Deacon asked you to negotiate..."

"Federal law enforcement agencies never negotiate with any criminals."

Locke interrupted righteously: "Quinn, what do you want to do by calling here, just tell me."

Quinn sneered.

"Hehe."

"...Pah!"

Locke hung up the phone without any nonsense.

The sentinels on the side looked at Locke who hung up the phone neatly with their mouths wide open.

Debbie turned the seat under her.

"Location."

"Boss."

"The source of the signal is about 30 meters underground in the vampire building."

"..."