The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 90: A wave of fat, skyrocketing extraordinary points

Chapter 90 A wave of fat, skyrocketing extraordinary points (215, please order first!!)

ten minutes later.

Captain Powell led his SWAT team members fully armed and followed behind Locke. The group marched towards the Vampire Building with its door open without any disguise.

Captain Powell looked at Locke, who was dressed in a suit and tie, frowned, and couldn't help asking again.

"You sure don't want a bulletproof vest."

"Need not."

"I believe you."

Locke said calmly to Captain Powell: "You are the main force. After you go in, don't act on your own."

Captain Powell looked at Locke's eyes full of trust, said nothing, and just nodded heavily.

"clear."

"Let's go in and meet them."

Locke smiled slightly, and then he and Captain Powell, one on the left and one behind, almost simultaneously stepped into the lobby on the first floor of the Vampire Building, which was very close but empty and quiet, like a den of ghosts.

The SWAT team members following behind the two men followed closely behind and entered one after another.

Just as the last special forces member walked in.

The building is closed.

Boom!
Boom, boom, boom!
The steel plates on the windows of the building fell down with a loud bang, and even the door behind them had heavy steel plates falling down.

All of a sudden.

The building, which was originally as bright as day inside, became dim and dark at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it was pitch dark.

but……

Locke and others were already prepared.

Captain Powell gave the order calmly.

"Put on the night vision goggles."

"clear."

"Yes."

"Thick and greasy Xie Te!"

"Jesus Christ!"

The moment the special police put on their night vision goggles and turned them on, they saw that the originally empty corridors on the second and third floors of the building were suddenly filled with many more people.

wrong.

It's a vampire.

When the lights in the building were turned off, many vampires who looked severely malnourished and had different skin colors appeared silently and motionlessly at the railings on the second and third floors, staring at them with pairs of green eyes.

at this time.

Accompanied by the sound of electricity surging, Quinn's voice rang out inside the building.

"Locke Underwood."

"...Quinn!"

Locke looked in the direction of the voice and said with a smile: "An old friend is here, but you don't even plan to show up to meet me. Why don't you wait for me to find you?"

Quinn chuckled.

"Mr. Underwood now admits that he and I are old friends?"

"of course."

Locke smiled and said, "Once is strange, second time is familiar. Aren't we old friends?"

Quinn spoke in a gloomy voice.

"But I don't want to be friends with you anymore."

"It's a pity."

Hearing this, Locke sighed and shook his head: "Actually, we can try to be friends."

"I'm not interested in being friends with a dead man." Quinn sneered, "There's a road to heaven but you don't take it. There's no door to hell but you choose to go there. Locke Underwood, you brought this upon yourself."

next second.

Quinn, who was in the underground vampire base, gave the attack order to the vampire army above without any hesitation.

"Kill them."

"hiss!"

"Jie Jie Jie!"

After this order, the green light in the eyes of countless vampires on the second and third floors became even brighter. With roars and strange laughter, they stepped over the guardrail and pounced towards Locke and others in the hall on the first floor.

But at the moment these vampires pounced down.

Pfft!

The fire sprinklers in the hall suddenly started up.

Not only in the lobby, but all the fire sprinklers in every corner of the building were turned on.

The rain seemed to be pouring down.

only……

This water is water, but not water. Instead, it was replaced by the sacred water symbolizing God and light that was requisitioned from various cathedrals in New York City this week by Jack, who was disguised as a firefighter.

In short, holy water.

A drop of holy water fell on the face of the first vampire to land.

At first, the vampire didn't react and even licked the fallen holy water with his tongue.

But the next second, the ferocious and weird expression on his face froze.

"Holy..."

"ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, layers of white smoke began to rise from the vampire's body.

Phew!
The vampire baptized by holy water began to scream and spontaneously combust in the pouring rain.

And this scream seemed to have activated a mechanism.

All of a sudden!
Countless screams and wails filled the entire hall and every corner of the building.

"what!"

"hiss!!"

"ah!!!"

"hehe."

Captain Powell led the SWAT team to form a circle, while Locke held up a black umbrella at some point, blocking the rain from getting wet, with a faint smile on his face.

The vampires were screaming and wailing.

But to Locke, these screams and wails sounded so pleasant and even soothing.

After planning for so long, the harvest season has finally arrived.

At this moment.

Along with the screams and wails of the vampires, the reminder sound of the extraordinary points obtained by successfully brushing orders also rang in his mind one after another.

Because of its high efficiency, the system's prompt sound is almost too late to respond.

"Ding! 』

『Obtain extraordinary points: "1"』

"Current Extraordinary Points: 450"

"Ding! 』

"I got..."

"Ding!" "Fuck..."

"Ding! 』

"mouth……"

When Locke's order-placing efficiency became so fast that the system's prompt sound could hardly keep up, the system decisively chose to start.

The system no longer prompted, but instead displayed the interface of Locke's current extraordinary points.

As one vampire after another spontaneously combusted in the rain and turned into a pool of wet ash on the ground, Locke's extraordinary points were skyrocketing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It soared from 450 at the beginning to 480 in just a few seconds, just a breath of time, and the number became 500 again.

The speed is so fast that it's jaw-dropping.

Locke looked at the extraordinary points that were skyrocketing in his sight, and he was so excited that he couldn't help shaking all over.

Quinn was shaking, too.

Unlike Locke who was trembling with happiness, Quinn was trembling because he was looking at the vampire army being annihilated everywhere on the big screen.

The damage of holy water is a range attack.

Even wherever there is a fire sprinkler, there is holy water, and vampires are attacked by the holy water.

Even in places where there are no fire sprinklers, holy water can be sprayed and gathered on the ground.

A vampire who had already hidden under the table, with a look of panic on his face, watched the holy water flow to his feet.

Then, there was no more.

"Damn it."

"damn it."

"Why didn't I think of fire sprinklers."

"Fake!"

Quinn looked at the big screen and saw that the army of vampires he had built with captured homeless people, which he had spent almost all his blood on over the past few days, was completely destroyed by Locke with little effort in an instant.

Locke is now happily broken.

When the holy water stopped spraying after nearly ten minutes, the holy water flowing in the hall, corridors and even each room was filled with countless sharp teeth in addition to wet ashes.

Locke looked at the extraordinary points he now had and swallowed.

too much.

Too much.

"Current Extraordinary Points: 730"

In ten minutes, nearly three hundred and fifty points were directly deposited into the account.

What an amazing efficiency.

For a moment, Locke thought about withdrawing temporarily, giving Quinn a week to develop, and then coming back to reap the rewards next week.

It's a win-win situation anyway.

The streets of New York City are cleaner and free of homeless people, a win.

Locke can brush orders to obtain stable extraordinary points and win once.

Win-win!

At most, it would be Quinn and the churches in New York City that would cry.

"hehe."

"Hahaha!"

Just then, Quinn's voice sounded again.

Powell frowned as he heard the laughter.

"He's crazy?"

"Who knows."

Locke shrugged.

He didn't know whether Quinn was crazy or not, but Locke was happy now.

very happy!

"Okay, very good!" Quinn gnashed his teeth and his voice was full of resentment and uncontrollable anger: "Locke Underwood, I'm waiting for you downstairs, do you dare to come?"

Locke smiled.

"Okay."

"Walk."

"Go up the stairs, twenty-seventh floor."

"quick."

Captain Powell gave a direct order and the SWAT team members started moving, acting as tactical team members. While protecting Locke, they quickly moved towards the stairs on the side.

Quinn, who was in the vampire base, watched this scene through the surveillance, took a deep breath, then turned expressionlessly and looked at the man standing next to him who was hiding his whole body in a black hooded coat.

"It's your turn."

"We will."

The man who had dressed himself shamefully said expressionlessly, "Mr. Quinn, it's time for you to prepare your backup plan."

Quinn said in a deep voice: "My people are already preparing."

The hooded man nodded, turned around and walked straight outside without saying anything.

At the moment of turning around, the hooded man glanced in the direction where the twelve pure-blooded vampire elders were imprisoned, and his eyes flashed a few times.

How long does it take to climb the stairs directly from the first floor to the twenty-seventh floor?

soon.

After Locke, Powell and others killed the vampires in a wave of holy water, they reached the 27th floor without any obstacles. Then, following the map projected into their tactical goggles, they ran accurately towards the only elevator leading to the underground first floor.

suddenly.

There was a squeak.

The imaging map in everyone's tactical goggles suddenly disappeared.

Powell stopped and raised his right hand into a fist.

"stop!"

All the SWAT team members stopped and quickly guarded the surroundings.

"what happened?"

"Debbie?"

Locke also quickly asked Debbie, who was supposed to make sure they were online at all times.

But there was no response.

"Shet."

"How to do?"