The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

One is a local vampire.

The other is an alien, and a group of them have been hiding in human society and have combined with humans to give birth to hybrids.

Which of these two news is more popular?

Even the reporters who make a living in the San Fernando Valley can give the correct answer to this multiple-choice question.

Of course it is the alien.

It is obvious.

The Skrulls also know this, so they do not hesitate to self-destruct rather than leave their own bodies and the bodies of their companions behind.

"Tsk tsk."

"Cruel."

"It's really fucking cruel!"

Locke looked at the big hole that was blown out, shook his head and sighed.

But...

Sighs are sighs.

This grudge!

He wrote it down.

Killing my people.

And stealing my body.

Okay.

Very spirited!

Nick Fury, you wait for me, wait until I finish my vampire business, wait until I have time.

Then!

Either you obediently hand over the Skrulls who killed my people to me and give me an explanation.

Otherwise, I will come to your house and explain it to you in person!

Locke thought to himself, retracting his gaze from the pit and falling on the police officers who appeared in the distance with the sound of the New York Police Department alarm bells and were rushing towards this side.

With a thump.

George, who came over, closed the car door with his backhand after getting out of the car, and then trotted to Kate Beckett. He breathed a sigh of relief after taking a look at the three people who were not injured except for being a little dusty.

The next second.

George seemed to think of something and looked around.

"Where is your car?"

"There."

Esposito, sitting quietly on the ruins, pointed in the direction of the pit.

George looked in the direction of the finger.

"Where?"

"There, if our car was not vaporized, it should be there."

"Vapor..."

George reacted, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and his eyes involuntarily drifted towards Locke.

Locke glanced at George who was looking over.

"If you want to know, I can..."

"No, no, thank you!"

George was startled and interrupted Locke again: "We are just the New York Police Department. This kind of thing is still your federal law enforcement agency. There is no need to tell us, and we are not that familiar."

Locke laughed, and then said in a faint tone.

"George, you are scared."

"We are not familiar with each other, really."

George looked at Locke without changing his expression, and said seriously: "Or I don't want the three favors, let's be strangers."

Whose good person can explode and vaporize a car when he blows himself up.

Is there such a person?

George thought in his heart.

Locke looked at George who would rather owe three favors than know the inside story, and did not tease him.

If George wanted to ask, he would definitely tell it.

More friends, more ways.

But since George was determined not to cause trouble for himself, he could understand George.

So...

Locke changed the subject directly.

"Now that you're here, what should we do about the Vampire Building?"

"Someone's there."

"And there's an order from above, telling us to just be on guard around us. When someone comes to take over the case, we can just hand it over."

George said so, and at this point, he looked at Locke with some curiosity: "By the way, your Sentinel Secret Service is not good enough. Shouldn't you be in charge of vampires? Who else is competing with you for the case? FBI? Or CIA?"

Locke shrugged: "National Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

"National... Department of Homeland Security?" George was slightly stunned.

Locke had a mysterious smile on his face.

"Guess?"

"..."

George looked at the smile on Locke's face, and after a moment of silence, he stopped talking: "I won't ask, anyway, it's none of our New York Police Department's business."

Locke looked at George with some regret when he heard this.

George was now more certain that there were pitfalls in both the Vampire Building case and the case here.

And it was a huge pitfall.

George simply didn't even look at Locke.

At the same time

Debbie, who had temporarily requisitioned a federal citizen car, also rushed here.

Debbie threw the keys in her hand to a police officer and trotted to Locke.

"Boss, are you okay?"

"No problem."

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Locke smiled and said, "Has it been handled over there?"

Debbie nodded, "Yes, Paul and the others' bodies have been taken back to the bureau."

Locke hummed and looked at George and Beckett.

"George, Beckett, I'm leaving first. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay."

"Slow down."

Locke greeted George and Beckett, and then called Debbie to walk towards the Audi A8 parked not far away.

Fifteen minutes later.

Sentinel Building, Combat Command Center.

Locke took Debbie and walked in from the outside again, looking at the picture on the big screen.

At this moment, the big screen has been divided into two.

The left part continued to display the real-time satellite images of the Vampire Building, while the screen on the right showed the surveillance footage of Paul and others being attacked.

From the car that suddenly rushed out and knocked over the van that Paul was riding in, to the appearance of a van that did not take pictures, and then how these people executed Paul and others, and how they carried away the bodies, the whole process was very clear.

Even.

The clown man who shot Paul, when he returned to his car, deliberately glanced at the location of the surveillance camera.

He seemed to be provoking.

No.

It's not as if.

He was provoking through the surveillance video.

As for who to provoke.

Naturally, whoever watches this video will be provoked.

Locke looked at the clown man who was provoking him with his eyes under the surveillance, and his expression did not change.

"Have you found out where they went?"

"Lost them in Jersey City."

"Jersey City?"

"Yes."

The agent in charge of surveillance tracking said in a deep voice: "I have synchronized information with the New Jersey Sentinel Branch. They are trying to check the surveillance to see if they can find any clues about them through other surveillance."

Locke nodded and said nothing.

But he no longer had any hope.

If he didn't catch these people at the first time, it would be difficult to find them again.

But...

He already knew who the real murderer was.

What he lacked now was just evidence.

Again, the same thing.

One thing at a time.

Don't worry, he will settle the account with Nick Fury after he finishes the current matter.

Right now!

Let's solve the vampire matter first.

Locke thought in his heart, and just when he was about to ask Debbie beside him if there was any new news in Washington, the phone rang.

It was the supervisor who called.

Any news?

Locke raised his eyebrows and answered the phone in his hand.

"Supervisor."

"Nick Fury of the dog!"

"..."