The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

"The Brada vampires and the vampires in New York City have the same ancestor."

"They all obey that ancestor."

"Blood God!"

"He is sealed, and needs to rely on the vampires he converted that year to grow stronger so that he can be unsealed."

"But you destroyed the Blood God's plan."

"You killed the vampires in New York City, making the sealed Blood God furious, so Brada vampires found me."

"They promised me that as long as I can kill you, they will give me the blood of the ancestor, so that I can change from a low-level vampire to a real vampire."

Mano Austin knelt in front of Locke without hiding anything, and told the conspiracy of the foreign vampire forces, just to get Locke's forgiveness and pardon.

Locke was not satisfied with Mano Austin's answer.

"I already know this."

"What..."

Mano Austin listened to Locke's cold words and looked at Locke: "That's really all I know."

Locke looked at Mano Austin and smiled.

The next second.

He turned and left the magic circle.

Mano Austin looked at Locke who turned and left, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He survived.

But...

He was too happy too early.

"Swoosh!"

"Puff!"

A head was raised high in the magic circle with blood spurting out.

With a thud.

The headless body fell to his feet.

Locke looked at the head that rolled to the side with a smile still on his face, sneered, and then disappeared directly in the magic circle.

He was telling the truth.

If Mano Austin said something he didn't know yet, he would swear to heaven and guarantee to give Mano Austin a way out.

What a pity!

He already knew what Mano Austin knew.

But there was one thing he didn't quite understand.

Blood God, didn't this guy die in New York City?

Why did he jump out again?

Locke didn't quite understand.

Fortunately, he knew that there was someone who would definitely understand and help him solve his doubts.

After returning to a suit store in town, Locke changed into a suit of the right size and returned to the town bar.

He suddenly found that Catherine and Natasha were looking at him with inexplicable eyes.

Locke raised his eyebrows, but was too lazy to ask what was wrong. Instead, he sat back in his seat and looked at Klaus collecting his bets.

"Fifty-six minutes, you lose."

"I will help you kill three thousand vampires."

Klaus was willing to accept the loss, but it was just three thousand inferior vampires. He didn't even need to do it himself, just tell his men.

Locke nodded, didn't ask Klaus when he would deliver, and changed the subject and asked directly about the Blood God.

"I remember I killed him in New York City."

"Did you kill his body?"

"No, he was absorbed by another person, and that person possessed the power of the Blood God."

"Then you didn't kill him."

Klaus looked at Locke: "Unless the ancestor is killed with the instrument that transformed the ancestor at that time, otherwise, the ancestor cannot be killed."

Locke looked at Klaus thoughtfully after hearing this.

"So what is the instrument that transformed you?"

"Isn't your ability prophecy? Tell me."

"Are you sure you want me to say it."

Locke looked at Klaus with a smile.

Klaus's face changed suddenly, and he quickly changed the subject: "The ancestor Blood God is from the European blood clan. I don't know much about it and can't help you."

He didn't dare to bet whether Locke really knew it.

If he really knew it and said it out, the wall has ears. The enemies he offended in the long years can be said to be countless.

Locke looked at Klaus who changed the subject and smiled. He did not mention what Klaus' five ancestors feared. He also changed the subject and said, "I am not worried about the Blood God. If I can kill him once, I can kill him twice. But I am very curious that the tree-like witch in New York City is also involved."

In theory, witches, blood races and even werewolves are all hostile to each other.

So let alone the lowest vampires.

Now the tree-like witch is actually linked to the lowly vampires, which is a bit intriguing.

Just then.

Locke's phone rang.

Debbie's.

Answered.

"Debbie..."

"Boss, something happened in Albany. Blade is injured and will soon die."

"..."

Locke's face darkened instantly when he heard this. After hanging up the phone, he looked at Klaus: "Albany, I need to leave early."

Klaus did not keep him.

"Goodbye."

"Come to New York City to meet me when you have time."

"Okay."

Locke stopped talking nonsense, exchanged glances with Natasha and Catherine, then stood up and walked straight to the door of the bar.

Locke walked out of the door subconsciously towards his Audi A8, and suddenly remembered that his car seemed to have been blown up by a vampire.

At this moment.

Three black Chevrolet SUVs flashed explosion-proof lights and drove quickly from a distance.

Locke turned his head to look at Natasha.

Natasha said: "I was afraid that something might happen to you, so I dispatched a combat team this afternoon."

Locke smiled slightly when he heard this: "Not bad, very timely."

As everyone knows.

Law enforcement vehicles arriving at the scene at the time of the crime is not timely, but arriving at the scene just after the crime scene is over is timely.

After Locke finished speaking, he took the two women directly to the parked Chevrolet SUV.

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Natasha directly showed her SHIELD certificate.

The next second.

Locke got on the Chevrolet SUV directly, stepped on the accelerator, and drove the two women to the capital Albany, which was about eight hours away from here.

Eight hours later.

Albany, the capital of California, Sentinel Secret Service Medical Room.

After a night of travel, Locke finally saw Blade, who was lying on the medical bed and dying, in the early morning of the next day.

Locke looked at his number one power player, walked to his side, and looked at the dense and bleeding wounds on Blade's body.

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

The sentry who first discovered Blade's injury and took him back to the infirmary shook his head and said, "At ten o'clock last night, I was on duty on the first floor and saw the bloodthirsty Blade push open the door and fall down. Then I hurriedly took him to the infirmary to report the situation."

Locke asked casually and didn't expect the sentry to really know.

When he asked, his hands were already on Blade's head.

Instantly.

Blade's memories poured into Locke's mind like a violent sea.

But these memories are messy and broken.

Even the recent memories, that is, yesterday, are already fragmented and messy.

There is no way.

Blade is dying.

Skrull memory plunder can only work on living people, but it cannot plunder the memories of the dead.

But...

Although the memories have become fragmented, Locke still found clues from these broken memories.

There is such a picture.

In the dim alley, Blade, like before, killed vampires during the day and located the vampires in Albany at night with his keen sense of smell.

But when he just stepped into the alley, he suddenly screamed and knelt on the ground.

Blade's screams and howls did not seem to be heard by the pedestrians outside the alley, as if the entire alley was isolated into an independent world.

Then, two witches who wrapped themselves completely in black robes and could not be seen clearly appeared in the alley.

The two witches cast spells in the air, and bloody wounds appeared in every corner of Blade.

Magic versus physics.

This is a pure dimensionality reduction attack.

However, the two witches did not seem to have the idea of ​​taking out Blade's heart in the air. Instead, they stopped after torturing Blade to death, and then took out a dagger that looked very exquisite, walked to the unconscious Blade, and then pointed the dagger at Blade's heart, muttering something in their mouths.

At this moment, the unconscious Blade suddenly jumped up, aimed at the witch who was close to him and bit through her neck, then fled quickly, returned to the Sentinel Special Service at the fastest speed, and finally couldn't hold on and fainted after pushing open the door.

Another witch.

Locke opened his eyes, recalling the scene of the two witches fighting Blade in his mind, and a trace of fear flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The next second.

He looked at the medical staff who were busy with various monitoring instruments and said, "Is there any way to save her?"

The medical staff stopped pretending to be busy and looked at Locke: "There is no way with the existing medical technology. I have applied to the headquarters for the mutant healing serum, which is on the way to be transported, but it will take time. With Blade's current physical condition, I am afraid it will be difficult to hold on."

The Sentinel Special Service was founded on mutants.

The mutant laboratory is even more imprisoned with mutants with all kinds of strange abilities.

And the mutant healing serum was invented by the laboratory after studying a mutant with healing abilities.

The effect is very significant, but unfortunately the output is too small. After all, this serum can only be extracted from the mutant with healing ability.

Therefore, this medicine is only stored in the Sentinel headquarters in Washington, and not everyone can use it after being injured.

Blade is the main force of the New York State Sentinel in this operation, so he is qualified to use it.

But...

I am afraid that there is not enough time.

At this moment.

Blade, who was unconscious, suddenly trembled, and then began to cough up blood violently.

As soon as the black blood came out.

Catherine, who had been following Locke and standing next to him, said: "He is poisoned by verbena."

Locke also smelled the smell of verbena from the black blood coughed out by Blade.

"Verbena can't seem to kill vampires!"

"Yes, verbena can only make vampires weak and hollow, but it is deadly to vampires."

"...Okay."

Locke didn't dwell on this issue and looked at Catherine: "Is there a way to cure it?"

Catherine didn't speak, but walked to Locke's side, bit her wrist, and put it next to Blade's mouth, who was coughing up blood and seemed to be about to die.

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