The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Now the situation is very obvious.

All the vampires in the monitoring room are dead.

Who killed them?

First of all, it must not be Locke.

When he came, he saw these bodies.

Secondly, these vampires must not be killed by Quinn. After all, after the Great Purge, the vampires left in the underground base must be Quinn's people.

In the face of a powerful enemy, no matter how stupid Quinn is, there is no reason to kill his own people.

So...

The Skrulls are the only ones left.

Tsk tsk.

Small people are small people, why don't they know how to learn lessons.

You just killed Nick Fury's people, so how dare you cooperate with Nick Fury right after?

Is it just because the enemy of my enemy is my friend?

You misunderstood, big man.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend. This sentence works only when the strength of both sides is at the same level.

You, a vampire leader who picked up rags and got promoted by chance, still want to cooperate with Nick Fury, who has a skin color bonus but at least became the director of SHIELD through his own efforts?

Look at this.

Damn it.

Locke shook his head speechlessly, then retracted his gaze and turned to leave the monitoring room.

He had to speed up.

Otherwise, the vampires were all killed by the Skrulls, so why would he kill them?

And...

He still didn't quite understand why the Skrulls were fighting with Quinn at this time?

Could it be that the Skrulls had other ideas?

Locke thought so in his heart, and then after turning a corner, he came to the infirmary of the underground base.

Push the door and enter.

What caught his eye.

On the operating table in the infirmary, there lay a black girl with her limbs tied to the bed.

Vanessa!

Locke walked straight to the operating table and looked at the black girl lying on the bed, motionless, as if she had no movement.

The next second.

He turned and walked towards the door.

"It's too late, they're all dead."

"Wait!"

"Hehe."

Locke stopped, turned around, and looked at the black girl who had just closed her eyes and now opened them: "Hey, she's alive again."

The black girl Vanessa tried to raise her head, her expression looked a little shy: "Can you help me untie it?"

You're so shy.

Don't you know what your skin color is?

Dark.

Unless I pry it open, who can see the white flesh.

Locke's thoughts turned, his eyes were undemanding, and his right hand shook. At the moment when the Glock 17 with a silencer sounded, four bullets were fired directly.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The straps that bound the black girl's limbs tore off.

The black girl turned over and rolled down from the operating table, then pulled the white coat next to her and wrapped it around herself.

After doing all this, the black girl breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Locke, and said thank you.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Locke put away his gun and looked at the black girl who stood up and asked, "Maybe you can tell me what happened here."

The black girl was stunned at first, then seemed to think of something and looked up at Locke.

"Blade, save Blade, they threw Blade into the cellar."

"Cellar?"

"Yes, they drained Blade's blood and threw Blade into the cellar, preparing to feed Blade to the monsters they raised."

"What's going on in the monitoring room outside."

"... Didn't you hear me talking?" The black girl widened her eyes: "He is your friend, Blade is in danger now."

Locke shook his head seriously.

"No."

"What?"

"After you were kidnapped that day, didn't you hear Blade say that I was no longer his friend."

So...

He has no obligation to rescue Blade who is not a friend.

What?

Locke promised the supervisor?

Heh.

He had always said that if Blade was still alive, he wouldn't mind letting Blade out alive, after all, if Blade came out, he could become his action team member and continue to help him kill monsters.

But that was all.

He had never said, let alone promised, that he would rescue Blade.

Still the same thing.

Letting Blade out alive and rescuing Blade are two different things.

Locke never does any loss-making business that pays more than it returns.

Hei Mei listened to Locke's words, then looked at Locke's expression that didn't seem fake, pursed her lips, and then ran past Locke and ran out the door without saying a word: "If you don't save me, I'll go by myself."

Locke didn't say anything, just turned around and silently watched Hei Mei leave his sight.

Then...

He then raised his foot and followed.

Hei Mei seemed to be very familiar with the terrain of the underground base. Except for being startled by the vampire corpses when she went out, she seemed to have gotten used to seeing other vampire corpses again, and she quickened her pace.

Locke, who was following behind, looked thoughtfully at the black girl who was walking in front of him. Judging from her walking speed, she no longer looked like a human.

However, he did not smell the unique odor of vampires on the black girl.

After a while.

The black girl who was walking in front suddenly stopped in front of a stone door, turned around, and looked at Locke who had been following her.

Locke put his hands in his pockets and looked at the black girl quietly.

"What's wrong?"

"Who are those people who sucked the vampires dry?"

"Skrulls."

"What?"

"An alien creature that can disguise itself perfectly."

"Aliens?"

"Yes."

Locke said calmly, "So, how many people are there?"

The black girl said in a deep voice, "I saw four, but there were five invited in by Quinn last night."

Five?

Locke said in his heart, and then nodded.

"Thank you."

"No need."

"Do you know where Quinn summoned the Blood God?"

"There."

The black girl stretched out her right hand, pointed to the corridor not far away, which seemed to lead to a darker place, and said, "That's the sacrificial hall."

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Locke looked in the direction of the black girl's finger, and then nodded.

The next second.

He raised his foot and walked towards the direction of the sacrificial hall.

Seeing this, Hei Mei hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute, Blade is in here, won't you help me?"

Locke didn't stop and didn't even turn his head.

"Compared to the little love of love, I care more about the great love of world destruction. If I don't stop the Blood God from coming out, even if I rescue Blade, what can I do? Our world is going to be destroyed, Vanessa."

After that.

Locke's pace quickened, and in almost a breath, he had completely disappeared into the darkness and disappeared from Vanessa's sight.

The next second.

His voice came out faintly from the depths of darkness.

"And..."

"After rescuing Blade, if he is not dead, remember to ask him to come and help me quickly."

"I've rested enough, it's time to work."

"..."

Vanessa listened to the words ringing in her ears, her mouth twitched, and she wanted to say something, but after Locke's words, she couldn't say anything.

What can she say?

Accusing Locke of cold-bloodedness?

Stop kidding, is what I said wrong?

Compared to saving people, isn't it more important to stop the blood god from coming out?

He...

seems very kind!

Vanessa looked at the direction Locke left, and thought of Locke's gentlemanly eyes when he saw her naked, but without any desire, and couldn't help thinking in her heart.

A moral stick hit down, even the black girl was completely knocked unconscious.

Locke walked through the deep dark corridor and came to a waiting room similar to the parliament hall.

Then he saw an acquaintance here.

Quinn.

At this moment, Quinn's figure was already emaciated, and his whole body was pale. He leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to breathe.

Locke raised his eyebrows, walked over, and then squatted in front of Quinn and greeted him.

"Hello."

"..."

Hearing the voice, Quinn, who was only half a breath left, opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at Locke who appeared in front of him.

For some reason, at this moment, Quinn suddenly found that he no longer had any fear or terror for Locke.

Even...

Quinn could still laugh.

"You are finally here."

"Well, but you are dying."

"Will you save me?"

"No."

Locke shook his head very frankly: "I never give a second chance to those who betray me."

This is a matter of principle.

He has always had a clear understanding of himself, and knows what kind of strengths and weaknesses he has.

Especially in making friends.

Locke always trusts others easily because he is kind.

This is a shortcoming.

But he has an advantage, that is, he can correct his mistakes.

The ancients said, it is a great virtue to correct one's mistakes!

So...

He will not change his kind side, and he can even continue to maintain the advantage of being easy to trust others.

But!

You can betray me once, but I will never let you have the chance to betray me a second time.

Quinn didn't seem surprised when he heard Locke's answer. His throat made a few unpleasant sounds like a broken bellows, and then he stared at Locke with bloodshot eyes, and his body seemed to tremble at this moment.

"Betrayal?"

"Hehe."

"I just want to live for myself, am I wrong?"

"For eternal life, I sold myself to Deacon, willing to be his slave, for him to drive."

"But what about Deacon?"

"He beat and scolded me at will, and killed me at will."

"He died with great difficulty, and I thought I could be free from then on."

"But you came again."

"Dicken regarded me as a slave, and you regarded me as an ant!"

"I hate your eyes!"

"I don't want another master who can kill me at will, what's wrong with me."

"I just want to be my own master, am I wrong?"

Quinn's voice was hoarse, and his bloodshot eyes were so excited that he was about to cry blood.

Locke's expression did not change at all.

"You are right."

"...Thank you..."

"You are wrong because you don't see yourself clearly. You are just a small person."

"..."