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Locke was quite curious about this question.

After all...

When Quinn summoned the Blood God determined the time when he went in.

In a word.

If Quinn summoned the Blood God, or was summoning it, he was leading people in, even if something went wrong in the end, the blame would not be put on him.

This is why Locke told the supervisor Walter that the handover of the case by SHIELD should be based on his entry into the building.

Quinn, who was asked by Locke as soon as he answered the phone, was obviously stunned.

I don't know if it was his illusion.

Quinn always felt that it seemed that it was not him who wanted to summon the Blood God, but Locke Underwood, a senior agent of the Sentinel Secret Service who was talking to him.

"Hiss."

"Who of us is the vampire."

For a moment.

Quinn had the illusion that his identity was confused with Locke.

The next second.

He came back to his senses.

"What, scared? It's too late!"

Quinn sneered and said, "The sacrifice ceremony has begun. When the sun at noon comes, when the red sun is in the sky, the great blood god..."

Locke listened to Quinn who seemed to be chanting on the phone, his mouth twitched, and he chose to interrupt directly.

"Okay, stop chanting. You are a vampire, playing physics, not a magician. Why do you learn to chant? What, can you summon the blood god with the momentum of the earth?"

"..."

Quinn, who was interrupted by Locke, had a flushed face.

But...

"What is on the earth..."

"Just tell me the specific time, when will you summon the blood god."

"What do you want to do!"

"Eat a feast."

"Eat a feast? Eat whose feast?"

"Eat your feast, can you eat mine?"

Locke laughed: "It's not me who summoned the blood god. You summoned it, of course, eat your feast."

Quinn reacted completely this time.

Locke was serious.

He really planned to attack.

It's not just talk.

At this moment, his mind once again emerged, the scene of him kneeling on the ground in the safe house, while Locke sat on the sofa with legs crossed, looking at him with contempt and teasing eyes.

With this thought, Quinn seemed to have thought of something, and broke his defense directly, and then he could no longer control his mouth and cursed.

"Fuck."

"Fuck, Locke!"

"Yu Samarabi..."

"..."

Locke hung up the phone with a dark face.

He didn't have the bad habit of listening to others scolding him stupidly and being indifferent.

It's just...

Locke looked up speechlessly, and happened to see Debbie who was also looking over here after hearing the swear words: "Is this guy crazy? I just asked him when he would summon the Blood God, and I drove over to have a feast. Is it necessary to curse so much?"

He felt very wronged.

Locke has always believed that he is a gentleman with good qualities.

Don't believe it?

Just look at his attitude towards his enemies.

Whether it was Deacon Frost before or Quinn now.

He always maintained the most basic courtesy, even when he sent Deacon Frost to the west, he sent him to the west with a smile.

But what about now?

He was kind to others, but what he got in return was Quinn's broken defense and scolding?

What?

Just because I am kind?

Locke found it hard to accept this.

Debbie listened to the grievance in Locke's words, opened her mouth, and then said carefully: "Boss, is it possible that you broke his defense?"

Locke was slightly stunned when he heard this, and looked at Debbie with some suspicion: "Just because I want to know when he will summon the blood god?"

Debbie opened her mouth and said carefully: "Boss, is there any difference between you and the FBI contacting terrorists by phone and asking where the terrorists put the bomb?"

Locke raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"There is still a difference."

"What?"

"Quinn is a vampire."

"But his summoning of the blood god is no different from the bomb that the terrorists tried to place."

"..."

Locke did not speak, but looked at Debbie.

The four looked at each other.

Debbie's expression was serious and earnest.

Locke smacked his lips, retracted his gaze, took out his phone again, and called Quinn again.

Soon.

The call was connected.

Quinn's voice seemed to be a little puzzled from the phone.

"Hey, did you just hang up?"

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"No."

Locke lied with his eyes open: "You have scolded, now you can tell me when to summon the Blood God."

Quinn asked in a deep voice: "Why, do you want to stop me from summoning the Blood God?"

Locke laughed.

He was just about to tell Quinn that he would not only not stop him, but would help Quinn summon the Blood God.

Debbie on the side suddenly glared, turned around quickly, and gestured to Locke with her hands crossed.

Locke looked at Debbie's gesture, his heart moved, and the words came to his mouth, but he held them back.

"Of course!"

"What?"

Quinn on the other end of the phone was obviously more stunned this time: "When we were in the safe house, you said you would help..."

Locke interrupted in a deep voice: "Shut up, you shameless old thief, I, Locke Underwood, will never forgive criminals like you, you'd better surrender now, resisting stubbornly will only lead to death."

After that.

Locke hung up the phone without any hesitation, opened the blacklist, and blocked Quinn's phone again.

One key three times, done in one go.

"Did this guy put our call online again?"

"That's not the case."

"Then..."

"After the incident in the morning, I downloaded a software from your hand. Just now the software reminded that someone is recording this call."

"...Okay."

After listening to it, Locke felt like he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't know what to say.

Thinking for a while.

Locke's expression became a little strange and he shook his head.

"I told you that this guy is not good enough, and he doesn't have the ability to play tricks, but he insisted on playing tricks, and ended up turning himself into a clown."

"Ah!"

"Fuck!"

Quinn, who was in the Vampire Building, heard the dead tone of the phone again, and couldn't help but roar.

The next second.

He grabbed the phone and called Locke back. When he heard the blacklisted prompt tone that the call could not be connected, he finally broke down completely.

"Ah!"

"I want you to die!"

"I must have you dead."

Quinn, who was broken and angry, was now red-faced and cursing with his teeth almost clenched.

If Locke was right in front of him, I'm afraid Locke would be bitten by Quinn without leaving any bones.

Quinn panted and calmed down his excitement.

Just then.

The phone rang again.

Quinn, with red eyes, looked at the incoming number.

The number was unknown.

Quinn thought about it and chose to connect.

"Locke Underwood?"

"No."

"SHIELD, damn..."

"Bah!"

"Nick Fury."

"Mr. Quinn, I think we can talk!"

"..."