The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 31: Dicken: "If you want to kill me, you're a hundred years too early"

"Boss!"

"Boss?"

"Boss!"

"Shit, contact the emergency team immediately."

"quick!"

After Debbie said this, Locke heard hurried footsteps in his headset, and then no other sound.

Locke silently took off the headset and put it in his pocket. He glanced at Brown who was sleeping beside him, and the sentinels who were also lying on the ground unconscious around him.

"So... this is the power of a super vampire?"

"It's really great."

"It will take about twenty minutes for the emergency team to get here."

"enough."

Locke put away his headset and slowly raised his head, looking not far away. Although Dicken's face was disfigured by the holy water, his expression was completely insane.

Deacon, whose originally handsome appearance was completely destroyed into ruins, stared at Locke who was standing there with scarlet eyes. He licked his mouth with his scarlet tongue with a crazy expression, and his voice sounded as if his vocal cords were damaged by sulfur.

"You are indeed a vampire too, Locke Underwood!"

"……All right."

Locke faced Deacon's relentless gaze without saying a word. Instead, he looked past Deacon and at Blade, who was lying on the ground in the hangar and whose life or death was also unknown. After a moment of silence, a smile appeared on his face and he looked at Deacon.

next second.

He sighed, then shrugged.

"Okay, now that you've found out, I won't pretend anymore. How about it, a surprise?"

"Jie Jie."

Deacon's laughter was like the laughter of the Great Elder of the Soul Palace at this moment: "It is indeed a surprise that a senior agent of the Sentinel Secret Service is actually a vampire."

Locke said nothing, but just smiled modestly.

He didn't want to do that either.

If the Steelers hadn't gone missing, he wouldn't have copied himself into a vampire first.

Although becoming a vampire is very cost-effective.

But what he copied at that time was the lowest level E-level vampire. If you add in the extraordinary points he spent on upgrading from E-level to the current A-level range, the cost-effectiveness is very low.

Yes, but it's very low.

But still the same sentence.

The sooner you copy, the sooner you can enjoy.

"I'm curious about one thing."

"what's up."

Locke looked at Dicken, who had stopped laughing and asked him, without any emotion in his eyes.

A hint of doubt flashed across Deacon's red eyes: "Who gave you the First Embrace? I have already put those thirteen old guys under surveillance."

The thirteen pure-blooded vampire elders thought themselves superior and had no idea that he had secretly sidelined them all these years.

If these thirteen old fellows, like Blade, had not been necessary to exist, Deacon would have killed them all long ago.

However, just because he didn't take action doesn't mean he didn't keep these thirteen old guys under surveillance.

These thirteen old guys couldn't even find a meal, even Sykes and Dickon would know.

What time, what place, what posture.

Clearly.

and so……

Under such secret surveillance, how did they manage to transform Locke into a vampire?

Dickon couldn't imagine it.

Could it be that the thirteen old fellows had already known that he had rebellious intentions, so they took advantage of his situation?
This is impossible.

Those thirteen old creatures had long since been corrupted by hundreds of years of decadence and debauchery. They were said to be pure-blooded vampires of the most noble bloodline, but in terms of their strength, let alone A-level, they were probably not even as good as C-level vampires.

Therefore, Deacon was very curious about who gave Locke the First Embrace and turned him into a vampire.

Locke smiled slightly at Dicken's question.

"I want to know."

"Yes."

"If I say I'm not a vampire, will you believe me?"

"Bah."

"Then there's nothing we can do."

Locke sighed as he looked at the mocking smile on Dicken's face, which had turned into a ruin. When a man is about to die, his words are kind.

So he was speaking human language.

We can't consider him a vampire just because he has the advantages of vampires' "immortality" and "immortality" but does not have all the disadvantages of vampires.

Besides, he didn't have the First Embrace from a vampire.

So he really isn't a vampire.

but……

"If you don't believe me, I can't help it."

Locke thought for a moment, looked at Deacon, and said sincerely, "After all, I won't lie to the dead."

dead?

Dicken's heart was moved. Looking at Locke's sincere face, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his festering mouth: "Just you, a vampire who has just been transformed not long ago?"

Locke smiled and shrugged.

"Let's try it."

"Okay."

Dicken's hideous face was completely distorted, and he responded with a weird smile.

next second.

boom!
Deacon's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and when he appeared again, he was already in front of Locke.

His expression was distorted and his voice sounded like that of the Grand Elder of the Soul Palace.

"die!"

"Ah."

Locke looked at Deacon who appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, put away his smile, sneered, and walked straight towards him.

Just in time.

He directly copied the vampire, and after spending so many extraordinary points to upgrade his level, he also wanted to have an actual combat to verify his strength.

After all, the hard-earned extraordinary points cannot be wasted.

Gotta listen to something loud.

Before, when he was following Brown and the others, even if he wanted to take action, there was no way he could do it.

but now?
Deacon confused Brown, and even the microwaves generated by the scream just now caused the Sentinel satellite to lose the real-time signal here.

What is this called?
If you do evil in heaven, you can still live.

Self-inflicted sin, do not live!
If you want to die, I'll give you a ride!
"boom!"

"Oh!"

Locke's figure flew backwards, and his back hit the wall of the hangar, leaving a human-shaped dent on the wall.

All of a sudden.

A lot of dust rose.

Deacon's weird face was twisted with excitement and bloodthirstiness. He licked the blood on his fingers and said, "Mr. Underwood, the way extraordinary people fight is different from the way ordinary people fight. If you want to kill me, I'm afraid it's a hundred years too early."

How long has he been a vampire?

If not a hundred years, it has been at least ninety years.

And what about Locke?

Not even a year yet.

This is as ridiculous as a baby who is less than a year old clamoring to kill the family ancestor.

There was a bang.

Locke pulled himself out of the pit behind him and fell to the ground. After standing up again, he lowered his eyes to glance at the torn wound on his chest. With the naked eye, it was visible that there was a wound deep enough to see the bone on his chest.

but……

The wound was also recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

According to the current recovery speed, the wound will be completely healed in about ten minutes.

I just don’t know if there will be scars left after recovery.

It’s best not to keep it.

But if I could stay...

also.

Scars.

A man's military medal.

……

(End of this chapter)