The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Forty-five minutes later.

Locke took Jack's car and arrived at the downstairs of the Vampire Building.

The Vampire Building was still quiet. From the outside, it looked like a demon waiting for its prey to enter and devour it.

Jack slowly parked the car next to the special forces combat vehicle that arrived about five minutes earlier than them.

The door of the combat vehicle opened.

Debbie led a fully armed, strong, plain-looking, but tough-looking middle-aged man out of the car with his hands holding an MA41 assault rifle.

"Boss."

"This is Powell, the captain of this special forces team."

"Hello."

Locke smiled and shook hands with the tough-looking Captain Powell in front of him: "Are you nervous?"

Powell thought about it and nodded very honestly.

"This is my first time meeting a vampire."

"Haha."

Locke smiled and patted Powell's shoulder to comfort him: "You won't be nervous after killing a few later. It's easier than killing chickens."

Powell listened to Locke's description, his eyelids moved, but he agreed with Locke and laughed.

At this moment.

Debbie took out her phone from her bosom and handed it to Locke: "Boss, the supervisor's call."

Locke glanced at the phone Debbie handed over, while reaching out to take the phone, he said to Powell: "Check the equipment."

Powell nodded: "Okay."

Locke didn't say anything else, walked aside, and put the phone Debbie had just handed over to his ear.

"Supervisor?"

"Why can't you get through on the phone."

"I forgot to charge it last night."

"..."

"It's really turned off."

Locke listened to the silence on the phone, took his phone out of his bosom, and then shook the screen towards the sky: "See, I didn't lie to you."

His phone turned off automatically after he called Jack this morning and asked Jack to pick him up.

Walter, the supervisor at the Sentinel Operations Command Center, looked at Locke waving his phone under the Sentinel satellite on the big screen, shook his head, and then talked about business.

"Blade."

"What happened to him?"

"It said that if he is still alive, he should be rescued if he can be rescued."

"Reason?"

Locke raised his eyebrows, and then seemed to think of something: "So this is why my application for air-to-ground missiles to bomb the Vampire Building was not approved?"

After obtaining the jurisdiction of the Vampire Building, he immediately applied to use a large-scale weapon for bombing.

A gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall. If you can bomb it, why do you have to go in and take risks.

But...

The bureau did not agree.

Listening to Locke mentioning this matter again, Supervisor Walter twitched his mouth: "Using missiles in New York City, do you think it is possible?"

How could it be impossible.

After the Chirita alien army attacked the city next year, didn't the top leaders still approve the use of nuclear bombs to bomb New York City?

Locke thought about it, but didn't say it. Instead, he smiled and changed the subject: "What's the reason for Blade?"

Supervisor Walter said directly: "Blade is a good hunter of vampires."

Locke understood.

"So the bureau wants to recruit Blade?"

"Yes, Nick Fury has sold him. After this matter is over, he will either be put in prison or come to us."

"Is it worth it?"

"This time we have not only obtained the jurisdiction of vampires in New York City, but also our experience in dealing with vampires has just started. It's still good to have Blade with us. It's okay not to have him, then you go."

"I, no, no, no, I'm not interested."

When Locke heard that he was going to be pulled to deal with vampires, he directly refused: "I still prefer Colonel William Stryker's mutant laboratory."

Vampires are just a temporary pleasure.

Mutants are Locke's eternity.

He also hopes to finish the vampire business, run to the mutant laboratory, and start his own superman journey.

But...

Locke touched his chin and said in a somewhat tangled tone: "Supervisor, I received the mission of eradication, and now you suddenly add a rescue mission to me, this..."

Walter frowned and said: "Isn't this a convenient thing?"

Locke interrupted with a serious expression: "No, eradication is eradication, and rescue is rescue, these are two different things!"

Walter's eyebrows were throbbing.

"So?"

"You have to pay more!"

"..."

Walter, who was in the combat command center, looked at the big screen, holding the phone, and Locke, who said that he had to pay more with a serious expression, and couldn't help closing his eyes.

For a while.

Walter finally recovered and opened his eyes again.

"What else do you want? An operations director and deputy director is already..."

"I got promoted, but I don't have loyal subordinates yet."

"Debbie and Jack?"

"Yes."

"Last month, they..."

"One thing at a time."

"...Okay!"

Walter was silent for a while, then nodded: "What do you want?"

Locke smiled and said: "Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for the bureau. Jack and Debbie were promoted to senior special agents, and they are still with me. That's no problem, it's just a promotion in rank."

Walter was relieved when he heard Locke's request.

He just thought Locke was going to ask for a high price again.

But it's just a level increase, not a position.

This is a small matter.

"Okay, that's no problem." Walter responded: "This matter does not need to be reported to the top management, I can make the decision and agree to it."

Locke smiled brightly: "Then, if I rescue Blade, it's okay to put Blade in my action team."

Walter frowned.

"Putting you in the action team, what's the point?"

"No."

Locke shook his head expressionlessly: "I just think it's better to ask in advance, after all, I will be the action director soon, and all field agents should be in my action team, right?"

Because only in this way, when the time comes, Blade, whose sequence belongs to the action team, will have the opportunity to share the extraordinary points obtained by the hunted vampires.

After all, he is the action director, and Blade is a member of the action team.

So...

Blade is equal to his subordinate.

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And after this equation is established, it perfectly meets the system's settings for obtaining extraordinary points.

Blade doesn't want to be friends, then don't be friends.

I give you the opportunity to be friends, but you don't want it. Then you'll just be a cow and horse to help me earn extraordinary points in the future.

Locke thought to himself.

If Walter hadn't called him, he wouldn't have any idea about Blade.

In a word.

Whether Blade is dead or alive has nothing to do with him.

But Walter's call gave him another idea, an idea that can maximize benefits.

So, in order to ensure that benefits can be maximized, then, at this time, it is very necessary to decide that the rescued Blade belongs to his action team.

It's better to make it clear in advance than to argue afterwards.

Walter listened to Locke's explanation and laughed directly: "You are not the action director yet."

Locke shrugged.

"Don't worry about these details. It will be after I come out."

"... OK."

Walter nodded and said: "I can also promise you this. As long as Blade is alive, he is a member of your action team."

Locke smiled and said thank you.

From the beginning to the end, neither Locke nor Walter cared whether Blade would disagree with this matter.

Because Blade's opinion is not important at all.

In a word.

Blade can choose not to agree, but Sentinel Secret Service has many ways to make Blade agree.

Soon.

After Locke negotiated the deal with his supervisor Walter, he hung up the phone, turned around and walked over again, and handed the phone to Debbie.

Debbie took the phone, and then looked at Locke with tears of gratitude together with Jack next to her.

"Boss~~~"

"... Stop!"

Locke felt goosebumps popping up when Debbie called him. He quickly grabbed Debbie's eyes with his right hand, and then said seriously: "Don't say thank you, just be a good cow and horse for me in the future."

Debbie and Jack looked at each other, without saying anything, but nodded their heads fiercely at Locke at the same time.

Seeing this, Locke laughed again, and then looked at Powell, who was next to him, sorting out the equipment with his SWAT team members.

"How is it?"

"Okay."

Captain Powell turned around and asked Locke with a serious face: "How to do it?"

Locke glanced at Debbie.

Soon.

Debbie returned to the car and threw the architectural map of the vampire building directly on the hood of the car.

"The vampire's lair is underground, but there is no passage on the first floor that leads to the underground."

"The passage is in the elevator on the west side of the 27th floor."

"That is the only elevator that can lead to the underground."

"So, after we go in, we have to rush to the 27th floor first."

"..."

Captain Powell hugged the assault rifle in his arms, looked at the architectural map on the hood, and frowned: "From the first floor to the 27th floor, this distance is very dangerous."

Locke glanced at Captain Powell again.

"Do you have any suggestions?"

"No."

Captain Powell looked at Locke, shook his head with a serious face and said: "We have never fought against vampires, but you have, and you are the commander, so I will follow you."

He is also from the military.

Professional people do professional things, which has always been a rare good quality in the military.

Locke heard this and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I have a plan."

Said.

Locke took his hands off the architectural drawings on the hood, and then looked at Debbie and Jack: "As agreed yesterday, you two stay outside."

Jack looked at Locke and tried to struggle.

"Boss, how about I..."

"No."

Locke decisively refused: "Your mission is as important as Debbie's."

Debbie needs to ensure that the communication between them is working after the vampire building is closed.

And Jack needs to ensure that the holy water can fall from the sky.

Jack looked at Locke's serious expression, hesitated for a while, and nodded.

"Got it, Boss."

"Very good."

Locke smiled, turned to look at Captain Powell, and extended an invitation.

"Let's go?"

"Let's go!"

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