The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 183: Power works miracles

wrong.

Not an alien.

It's his heart.

His heart seemed to be pulled by something and was trying to break free and jump out of his body.

but……

Almost every time his heart was about to jump out, countless energies would gush out from the blood pool and press it back to its original position.

"what!"

The black-robed witch seemed to have sensed something was wrong. She was puzzled for a moment, then looked down at Locke who was suppressed by black magic in the pit.

Bang, bang, bang.

Under the suppression of black magic, there were constant squeezing and collision sounds around Locke.

"You're weird, Locke Underwood."

"..."

Locke raised his eyes and looked at the black-robed witch who was looking down at him. From this perspective, he finally saw the true face of the witch who was hiding herself under her hood.

Not black, but white.

Very white.

Even tighter than 80% of white women's faces, with two tufts of long golden hair flowing down on both sides and an expression as cold as an iceberg.

Locke tried to pull himself out of this suppressed state of shame.

But the effect is not big.

"Don't waste your energy." The beautiful ice witch in black robe and white skin looked at Locke's actions and said in a cold tone: "You can't break free."

Hearing this, Locke stopped struggling and stared at the cold but tight face under the black robe: "I remember your appearance. You'd better run far away and don't let me find you, otherwise you will die miserably."

The black-robed witch listened to Locke's threat without any expression.

"We have already experienced your methods. Augros and her family did nothing wrong, yet you sent them all to the mutant laboratory."

“And so will your family.”

"I have no family."

"Ok?"

"The three sisters who came this time all have no relatives. We are mentally prepared for failure."

The black-robed witch spoke in a cold tone, then looked at Locke who was lying in the pit and was suppressed. A mocking smile appeared on her cold face: "The leader thought you were carrying some forbidden magic equipment. I didn't expect that you just have great strength and amazing recovery speed."

She had already seen why Locke had been able to kill her three sisters before.

Without him.

It means great strength.

Locke relied on the huge power that burst out in an instant, and his abnormal healing ability, ignored the attacks of black magic, and forcibly closed the distance and killed her three sisters.

If she hadn't come this time, the leader was afraid that the wolfsbane poison would not kill Locke and cause the operation to fail again, so he let her absorb the magic power of the other four sisters. I'm afraid she really wouldn't be able to subdue Locke.

but……

Even so, most of the four times magic power that was originally filled in her body had been consumed.

Fortunately, she now gave Locke an illusion that her magic power was endless, so that Locke stopped struggling at this moment.

Eva thought thankfully in her heart, and then looked at Locke who seemed to be in a bad state in the pit: "If it was me who went to Falls Town that day, you would have died a long time ago, Locke Underwood."

Locke looked down at the black-robed witch and said, "You'd better pray that you don't have any family, because I will find them and kill them in the most cruel way."

As he spoke, murderous aura burst out from his body, as if to prove that Locke never boasted.

Hearing this, Eva said in a deep voice: "You also have a family, and we didn't do anything to your vampire lover. Besides, she is pregnant."

Locke sneered.

"Please!"

"what?"

"Catherine is right there. Go ahead and kill her if you have the guts. I will never stop you. All you have to do is endure my revenge."

Threaten him?
It doesn't exist. It's impossible.

Would he accept the threat just because Catherine was pregnant?
joke.

Threats are like principles. Once they happen, they will happen countless times.

As long as he accepts a threat once, no matter what he says or does in the future, others will think that he can still be threatened.

Locke smiled brightly and told the black-robed witch in front of him to go ahead and kill Catherine. After he finished speaking, he looked at the silent black-robed witch and laughed, "Why, you don't dare to go?"

Eva calmed herself down and looked at Locke in the pit expressionlessly.

"It's a pity that you will die now."

"and many more."

Locke suddenly spoke up.

Eva looked at Locke, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on her cold face.

"Are you scared now?"

"No, I mean, I've seen through you. Your magic power isn't infinite."

"what?"

Eva's face suddenly changed.

next second.

She saw Locke, who was lying in the pit, roaring angrily, and then slowly getting up from the pit accompanied by the continuous splashing of gravel in the pit.

Seeing this, Eva quickly mobilized her magic power to suppress it.

boom!
Locke, whose back was already hanging in the air, once again fell heavily into the pit.

but……

Nothing.

What he lacks the least is the courage to try again.

"what!"

Locke's limbs were tense, and the blood in the blood pool seemed to be boiling. Endless energy poured into Locke's body to provide him with endless energy support. Damn it!

Eva's cold face was full of gloom. With one hand, she used magic to suppress Locke, and with the other hand, she pointed at Locke's chest and tried again to pull Locke's heart out of his body.

So what if Locke is the ancestor of the vampire clan?

The ancestor of the blood clan would still die if his heart was pulled out.

"Oh!"

The invisible force instantly squeezed Locke's heart, and his heart was torn apart in an instant, and then recovered instantly under the energy of the blood pool space.

All of a sudden.

The unspeakable but heart-wrenching pain instantly overwhelmed Locke's consciousness.

After all, the heart can recover, but the pain will not disappear out of thin air.

but……

Locke gritted his teeth and struggled against the invisible pressure coming from all directions, with veins exposed on his forehead and limbs.

The suit jacket on the upper body and the white shirt underneath began to be torn layer by layer under Locke's force.

The first time is the best, the second time is the worst, the third time is the worst!

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
As Locke fought against the invisible pressure, cracks began to appear on the bridge surface around the pothole, and gravel began to splash out.

"This is impossible." Eva couldn't help but exclaimed as she felt Locke resisting under the suppression of magic power. "This is absolutely impossible to be the energy that the ancestor of the blood clan should have."

Hearing this, Locke raised his bloodshot eyes and looked at Eva: "When did I say I am a vampire!"

The words fell.

boom!
Like a cannonball, Locke completely broke free from the shackles of magic and flew straight into the sky from the pit. Then he looked in the direction of the black-robed witch and swooped over again like a cannonball.

Bang!
Locke used his fist to instantly punch Eva's place, creating a hole with a diameter of 50 cm and a depth of 50 cm.

But the moment Locke broke free from his restraints, Eva realized something was wrong and quickly fled from the spot.

The clothes on the upper body had disappeared, revealing a strong and sturdy body. Locke saw the black-robed witch flashing to a distance in the rising smoke and dust. A trace of panic finally appeared on her cold face. He snorted coldly, bent his knees slightly, and then rushed towards the black-robed witch again like a cannonball.

"Die!"

"Goodbye."

Eva looked at Locke who was rushing towards her, the expression on her face returned to a cold one, and then her figure disappeared from the spot.

boom!
Locke's punch hit the air directly. In an instant, the air was squeezed by the force of the punch and a loud bang was heard.

But the black-robed witch had disappeared.

Hey!
Magic again!

Locke looked at the place where the black-robed witch disappeared, his expression gloomy and his chest heaving slightly.

next second.

He lowered his eyes and looked.

The upper body, which had just had its blood vessels ruptured due to the reckless increase in one's own strength, was now recovering rapidly.

As a price to pay, the energy originally filled in his blood pool space was directly reduced to the danger line.

After all, his heart was crushed countless times by that damn black-robed witch when he was lying in the pit.

but!
As long as the blood pool is not dry, Locke will not die!

This is consciousness in the literal sense. Let alone crushing his heart, what can happen even if the black-robed witch takes his heart out from the air?

As long as the blood pool does not dry up, he can still grow a new heart.

Just right.

You can also exchange it for a brand new, unopened, used heart.

There is just one problem.

pain!
It hurts so much.

Tree-shaped witch, just wait for me, I am going to fight you, and I won’t be able to think clearly until I completely destroy you.

Locke's face was gloomy and his eyes were flickering.

at the same time.

With the departure of the black-robed witch Eva, the air walls on both sides of the Brooklyn Bridge also disappeared.

soon.

A team leader and George Stacy rushed to the bridge with their sentries and police officers.

Sarah Davis, a team leader, was stunned when she saw Locke standing there, covered in blood, with his upper body naked and his muscular body exposed.

"director."

"Locke."

Locke came back to his senses and first glanced at Sarah Davis, who had replaced him as the team leader. Then he looked at George who had also come up. His gloomy expression returned to normal and he smiled slightly: "This is a mutant case."

George heard this and looked at Locke.

"you sure?"

"I'm not sure, but that's all you need, George. This case is not yours to interfere with."

"I know, that's all I said."

George smiled slightly when he heard this, then looked at Locke: "This case is yours."

Locke thanked him.

George waved his hand, glanced at Locke, confirmed that there seemed to be nothing serious, then turned around and took the police officer's stand.

Sarah Davis, the leader of a team, looked at the two black-robed witches with broken necks lying on the ground not far away.

"Manager, they are..."

"Witch!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)