The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 54 The show begins
"...Aize?"

"Eze Morton, a member of Brown's special forces team."

"Oh."

After Locke realized what was happening, his tone remained calm: "The mutants must have killed him."

Have a look.

What he said before.

Does Brown really think that he is lucky not to be targeted by mutants for following him to kill mutants in the past two years?

It’s because he has a knack for choosing monsters.

As for the mutants he was looking for, any member of the Mutant Freedom League who had any shame would not choose to avenge these scums.

But Brown interpreted Locke's strength as good luck, and ran to join Group 6 without looking back.

How is the result?

He's been targeted by the mutants from the Mutant Freedom League.

Live it!

Although Locke would not run over and slap Brown to death, that didn't stop him from watching the joke coldly.

but……

Debbie shook her head.

"It wasn't the mutants who did this."

"Do not……"

"It looks like a vampire did it."

Debbie said, walking up to Locke and handing him the phone.

After Locke took it, Natasha came over and looked at the photo of the corpse displayed on the phone screen.

In the photo, Ezer Morton looked pale, as if all the blood in his body had been drained.

There was a clear mark of a fang bite on the neck of Ezer Morton's body.

Locke looked at the photos of the body, then handed the phone back to Debbie.

"understood."

"..."

Debbie looked at Locke's expression and took back her words about whether she wanted to go to the scene to take a look.

Natasha had no concerns.

She is not Locke's subordinate, but a partner.

"Accident?"

"at this time?"

Locke looked at Natasha and shook his head, "Not likely."

At this time, Aize could be shot to death or killed by mutants, and this could be called an accident.

But being killed by a vampire cannot be called an accident.

The timing is too coincidental.

Locke thought for a moment and walked towards the door of the combat command center: "Let's go to the scene and take a look."

If you want to confirm whether this is an accident or targeted, you still have to go to the scene.

Ezer Morton's apartment is also not in Manhattan, but also not in Brooklyn, but in Queens.

When they arrived at the scene, members of Group 6 and Brown's special forces were still there.

Brown's eyes were slightly red, and he opened his mouth as he looked at Locke who got out of the car.

"Lo..."

"Give me a moment, thank you."

Locke didn't even look at Brown, he walked straight past Brown and walked into the apartment, and saw the body lying on the ground with eyes wide open, pale body and no life at all.

Debbie also ignored Brown's greeting.

But just as she was about to pass Brown, she grabbed Jack from behind, who seemed to feel embarrassed not to say hello.

"Debbie, wait a minute..."

"Shut up and don't talk to the traitor."

"..."

Natasha, who was following behind, twitched the corner of her mouth, looked at Brown, didn't say anything, just nodded, and then walked into the apartment.

Locke squatted beside the corpse and observed the wound on the neck.

After confirming the wound, it was the work of a vampire.

and……

The room still lingered with the unique stench of vampires.

Locke got up from the floor, straightened his clothes, and walked out of the apartment again. His eyes fell on a special forces player next to Brown...

"When did this happen."

"..."

The special forces member who was called looked at Locke, and then his eyes fell on their team leader Brown.

Seeing this, Locke sneered and prepared to leave.

Forget it!
If he hadn't wanted to confirm whether this was an accident, he wouldn't have bothered to come here. After all, a traitor's subordinates are still traitors.

Brown looked at Locke, who turned and walked away as if he had made up his mind. Just as he was about to call out to him, someone patted him on the shoulder.

John, wearing a white T-shirt and trousers, appeared beside Brown, then looked at Locke who was going down the stairs, not sure whether he was speaking to Brown or Locke.

"Why are you calling him? Without your help, who can he kill?"

"..."

Locke stopped, turned around and looked at John expressionlessly.

John saw this and laughed.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was ready to spit out shit again.

next second.

"Boom!"

"boom!"

John flew backwards in an instant and hit the wall behind him. With a "puff", he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Team leader."

"Fuck, team leader, what are you doing?"

"Fuck Fuck!"

"Put the gun down!"

"I'm warning you, put your guns down."

The moment John flew backwards, the members of Group 6 saw this scene, exclaimed, and subconsciously took out their pistols and pointed them at Locke.

Debbie and Jack also immediately drew their guns and yelled at the six groups of people who were holding guns.

The situation was tense and seemed to be getting out of control.

Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at the six members of Group 6 who had drawn their guns and pointed them at him. Then he set his gaze on Brown's special agent who was also holding a pistol but standing in place, not knowing whether to point the gun at him or at John.

It’s okay, I still have some conscience.

pity!

Your boss has no conscience.

Locke shook his head in his heart, then looked at John, who got up from the ground, covering his stomach with his hands and looking at him with cold eyes.

After John got up, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then spit toward the side.

"Put the gun down."

"Team leader!"

"Group……"

"Pull your guns down."

John yelled at his team members: "Didn't you hear me?"

The six members of Group 6 were shocked by John's roar and subconsciously put down their guns.

Seeing this, Debbie winked at Jack and put down her gun.

Locke put his hands in his pockets and looked at John expressionlessly, as if he was looking at a dead man.

John stood there, his tongue rolling back and forth in his mouth. Then, he looked at Locke expressionlessly and spat out a tooth.

"Still playing?" Locke asked softly.

John didn't say anything, just stared at Locke.

Eyes facing each other.

"Boring."

Locke shook his head, retracted his gaze, turned around again, went down the stairs, and walked towards the vehicle parked across the street.

After Jack and Debbie came to their senses, they followed with blank expressions.

Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Four people get on the bus.

Locke drove the car straight away.

After a while.

Locke looked through the rearview mirror at Debbie who was sitting in the back.

"Debbie."

"Boss."

"These days, you and Jack should stay at home if you have nothing to do. Just sleep in the office."

"……it is good."

Debbie nodded in response.

Natasha, who was sitting in the passenger seat, frowned: "What did you think of?"

Locke threw the cigarette butt in his hand out of the window and looked at Natasha.

Smile.

"The show has begun."

"..."

(End of this chapter)