The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 15: Have I become a blood servant again?

"Fuck Fuck!"

"This isn't a wild monster that's here to steal my property, is it?"

"grass!"

Locke was completely speechless when he saw the Blade Warrior getting out of the car and then checking his weapon with his head down.

He was still considering whether to form a team with the Blade Warrior and then take advantage of the Blade Warrior's extraordinary points for killing monsters. As a result, before he could make up his mind, the Blade Warrior came running over and tried to steal his extraordinary points.

Brown, who was standing by, also realized that Blade's goal seemed to be the same as theirs: "Shit, aren't these from the FBI? Why are they here? Locke, what should we do now?"

You ask me, who should I ask.

Locke glanced at Brown.

but……

He looked at the Blade Warrior who had nodded to Natasha and started walking towards the vampire bar, and his thoughts were turning rapidly.

What to do now?

Let.

Still not letting me.

No!

Can't let go.

In a flash, Locke made a decision after thinking through a hundred possible scenarios.

next second.

He simply stretched out his right hand and turned on the car's flashing lights and alarm.

"Dudududu!"

"Ding Ding Ding!"

moment.

The black Ford SUV, which was parked quietly behind an elevated column and seemed to blend into the darkness, had its roof's flashing lights light up instantly. At this moment, the alarm bell, symbolizing "Law enforcement agencies are here, get out of the way," also rang out in the darkness.

At the door of the vampire bar, two vampires who were smoking a cigarette between each other out of boredom also noticed this place.

"what's the situation?"

"Stinky cop."

"Our people?"

"No, tell the boss."

"it is good."

One vampire quickly turned around and walked into the frozen pork warehouse, while another vampire activated the switch to close the warehouse door.

The door of the frozen pork warehouse slowly closed.

Blade, who was about to walk towards the vampire bar, and Natasha, who was holding pistols on both sides of her slender waist, suddenly stopped.

What’s going on? It’s already so late, why are the cops appearing in such a remote place?
Not right.

Blade was a little dazed as he looked at the police car with its lights flashing under the overpass.

Natasha standing by also frowned.

After doing all this, Locke looked at the closed warehouse door and fastened his seat belt.

"Let's go."

“…Is that all?”

"Ah."

Locke looked at the vampires that had appeared from the corner of the frozen pork warehouse one after another and then left quickly, and smiled: "That's enough."

Apparently, the vampires in the frozen pork warehouse had learned that there was a police car parked outside for who knows how long.

Some vampires also chose to end today's play as soon as possible and chose to leave the warehouse and go home early.

So...even if the Blade Warrior is going in now, he is not afraid.

The enemy has been alerted. Even if the Blade Warrior goes there now, it will be impossible for him to kill all the vampires at once.

If you have the guts, then go in. There are already vampires running out.

This is enough.

They just need to have vampires to earn extraordinary points during the day tomorrow.

Brown also saw the black shadows that ran away with a whoosh after coming out of the frozen pork warehouse. He reacted, nodded, stepped on the accelerator lightly, turned around on the spot and left.

The Blade Warrior who was standing in place naturally saw the vampire who came out of the frozen pork warehouse and left quickly.

But he did not move. Instead, he stared at the black Ford SUV that was getting farther and farther away and finally disappeared from his sight.

After a while, the Blade Warrior's sausage-like lips moved slightly: "Blood Servant."

Natasha frowned: "What blood servant?"

Blade explained: "Some ordinary people who worship vampires and are willing to serve as their slaves."

Just like ordinary people envy mutants for their various mutant abilities.

There are also some ordinary people who envy vampires for their immortality.

and so……

These ordinary people are willing to serve the vampires, become their slaves, and be driven by them, just for the hope that one day the vampires will show mercy and transform them into vampires too, so that they can enjoy the benefit of eternal life together.

There is a professional term for this type of ordinary people, which is called blood servants.

Vampire's servant.

Among these blood servants, vampires prefer ordinary people who work in various law enforcement agencies.

Blade looked at and sniffed the Ford SUV that was also driving away, and remembered the senior agent of the Sentinel Secret Service he met during the day, and seemed to understand something.

"He's not a vampire."

"what?"

Natasha looked at the Blade who spoke.

Blade Warrior said in a deep voice: "The Locke Underwood that I saw during the day is not a vampire, he is a blood servant."

No wonder he felt that Locke Underwood had a smell that was similar to his "same kind" but not quite the same.

Now he reacted.

Locke Underwood is a blood servant.

Natasha couldn't help but shrink her beautiful eyes as she listened to Blade's explanation. Then she frowned and said, "This is impossible. Locke Underwood's family background is..."

Blade Warrior interrupted expressionlessly: "I have seen too many wealthy people willing to become blood servants of vampires. For these people, the more powerful they are, the more afraid they are of death."

Natasha frowned.

"Then... can the blood servant tell the difference?"

"can."

The Blade Warrior nodded without any hesitation: "Every blood servant has a mark on his body, which is equivalent to the vampire's private seal."

It's similar to how free-range goats will be marked by their owners as belonging to their family.

The same is true for blood servants.

Natasha raised her eyebrows.
"Where is the mark?"

"The tongue, behind the ears, anywhere that's relatively hidden."

"is it?"

Natasha was thoughtful.

The Blade Warrior didn't say anything else. He took a look at the frozen pork warehouse that was already on full alert, and without hesitation, turned around and returned to his car.

He was not afraid of a group fight by vampires, but he knew they were on guard. Even though he was very strong, he didn't want to jump into a trap when he knew it was there.

After all, in the vampire circle, he has been put on the wanted list.

soon.

Locke, who was driving to Manhattan with Brown, received another call from the sentry in the bureau.

"Sir, he's gone."

"Well, keep an eye on him, see where he goes, and record it."

"receive."

Locke immediately hung up the phone and smiled at Brown, who was driving by and watching him out of the corner of his eye, "He's gone."

Brown finally breathed a sigh of relief.

next second.

He frowned and said, "But why did this guy appear here?"

Locke shrugged: "You forgot that the dead vampire was their informant. It's not normal for him to know this place."

Brown heard this and nodded.

"But it won't affect us."

"They play their game, we play ours, they are the FBI, we are the Sentinel Secret Service."

Brown thought about it and smiled: "That's right, no matter whether he is dead or alive, just don't mess with us."

Locke smiled slightly and said nothing more.

(End of this chapter)