The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 57 As long as you kill vampires, we are friends
into the eye.

Glass shattered.

Then, under the gaze of Locke and others, after recovering from his injuries, Blade Warrior put on his full set of equipment again, wearing sunglasses, with two sharp swords inserted behind him. Then he held a black girl in his arms, with an expression like a chimpanzee baring his teeth, and flew across the sky.

The Blade Warrior, holding the black girl in his arms, drew a graceful arc in the air and reached the rooftop of an apartment building twenty meters away.

"This……"

"Boss?"

Debbie came back to her senses and looked at Locke beside her.

Locke looked away.

at this time.

The gunshots came from the floor where the window was broken.

Locke looked up again and saw Brown, with his left hand in plaster, standing at the window and shooting in the direction of the blade.

pity.

The gun failed.

Locke looked at the hospital building with a playful expression, then looked at the Blade Warrior who was leisurely carrying his sister away.

"Debbie."

"Boss?"

"You stay here and find out what's going on, Jack, and follow me."

"it is good."

Locke turned around, got back into the car, took Jack with him, stepped on the accelerator, and left the hospital directly.

He just came here because Blade came to the hospital.

Now that Blade is gone, why is he still staying here?

Do you want to see a patient?

Sorry, as far as I can remember, he doesn't seem to have any friends hospitalized here.

The speed is eighty miles.

Locke drove with Jack straight to the Blade Warrior's lair, which was the abandoned machine repair warehouse.

after an hour.

Locke got out of the car, looked around the warehouse, and then his eyes fell on the rusty warehouse door in front of him.

"Jack, knock."

"receive."

Jack walked straight over and knocked on the warehouse door.

However, he knocked for almost a minute, but the warehouse did not open and no one responded.

Jack turned his head: "Boss."

Locke chuckled, his eyes moved upwards and fell on the surveillance camera on the upper right corner of the warehouse door: "Abraham Whistler, you can choose to open the door now, or you can wait for me to take the search warrant and blow up the door directly."

Three seconds after the words fell, there was a bang, and the door of the warehouse in front of him slowly opened.

A white old man with gray hair but looking in good spirits and holding a shotgun in his hand appeared in their sight.

Jack looked at the shotgun in Blade's adoptive father's hand and his emergency response was instantly triggered. He drew his gun and pointed it at the old man in one second.

"Damn it, put the gun down, now."

"Jack, put the gun down."

Locke reached out and pressed Jack's right hand holding the gun, and said to Blade's adoptive father in front of him with a smile: "Abraham Whistler? Locke Underwood, Blade's ally."

When Abraham Whistler heard this, he looked at Locke, who exuded a gentlemanly demeanor, and sneered.

"ally?"

"Yes, didn't Blade tell you?"

"said."

"But Blade was fooled by you. I won't."

Abraham Whistler looked at Locke with a cold face.

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"cheat?"

"Dicken was not killed by Blade, but by you. You want to put the blame on Blade."

Compared to Blade, who had been fighting vampires physically since he grew up, Abraham Whistler had experienced much more than Blade. When Blade came back that night and told him what happened, he knew what others were planning.

Even though he and Blade had always wanted to kill Deacon Frost and eradicate all the vampires in New York City.

but……

One is an active kill, the other is a passive kill. These are two different things.

The most important thing.

When Blade came back that night, he was seriously injured and fell into a coma after telling his story.

Abraham Whistler had to use up almost all of his serum to pull Blade back from the brink of becoming a complete vampire.

and so!
Unless he is crazy, he would not be nice to the Sentinel Secret Service who harmed his son.

Locke listened to Abraham Whistler's accusation, blinked in confusion, and then asked Jack beside him: "Jack, does our action report say that Blade killed Deacon?"

Jack shook his head honestly: "I didn't say that, just maybe."

Locke said "oh", nodded, and then looked at Abraham Whistler sincerely.

"Look, Mr. Whistler, you misunderstood."

"..."

I misunderstood shit.

I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice.

Abraham Whistler remained expressionless and ignored Locke.

at this time.

The car rumbled, and a black classic sedan drifted and stopped at the door of the abandoned warehouse. Then Blade got out of the car holding the black girl who was already bleeding profusely.

When Blade saw Locke and Jack standing at the door, his expression froze for a moment, and then he quickly walked into the warehouse.

"Hurry up and find the serum. She was bitten by a vampire."

"Varied……"

Abraham Whistler was also shocked when he heard this. Then he looked at Locke, put down his shotgun, and turned to help Blade.

Jack looked at the two people walking into the warehouse.

"Boss?"

"Go in and have a look."

Locke laughed and walked into the warehouse with Jack.

Compared to the auto parts piled up randomly outside, the warehouse is kept in good order.

Neatly stacked parts.

Industrial-style fitness and exercise facilities made from on-site materials.

A computer, a satellite map of New York City, and two single beds similar to camp beds.

After Blade placed the unconscious black girl in his arms due to excessive blood loss on the single bed, Abraham Whistler immediately grabbed a syringe and injected it into the bleeding wound on the black girl's neck.

soon.

The wound on the black girl's neck began to smoke.

The black girl lying on the bed was moaning in pain.

"What is this?" Jack asked curiously when he saw this scene.

Abraham Whistler said nothing.

Instead, Blade said in a deep voice: "The antiviral serum can suppress the vampire virus. However, whether she will become a vampire depends on herself."

Compared to Abraham Whistler, who used his brain, Blade, who loved to chop vampires with his hands since he was a child, was much simpler.

In Blade's opinion, whoever kills vampires is his friend.

It's that simple.

It was false that he was tricked onto the ship by Nick Fury with the excuse that they were of the same skin color as him, but it was true that Nick Fury provided him with intelligence support to help him kill vampires.

As for what Abraham Whistler told him yesterday after he woke up, that the Sentinel Secret Service was using him as a gun, he didn't care at all.

Again.

As long as you kill vampires, we're friends!

……

(End of this chapter)