The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

As Catherine's blood dripped into Blade's mouth.

Blade, who was constantly coughing up blood and was on the verge of death, finally stopped dying, and then subconsciously swallowed Catherine's blood.

Verbena restrains vampires, making them extremely weak and losing all their strength.

But verbena cannot kill vampires.

But the poison of verbena is fatal to vampires.

Who makes the life level of vampires lower than that of vampires?

Ten milligrams of verbena is enough to take the life of a vampire.

But Blade is a mixed-blood, and because of this, even if he bit the blood of the black-robed witch, he still insisted on running back to the Sentinel Special Service before falling down.

But that's all.

The toxins of verbena are not incurable, but there is no medicine here, so the simplest way is to feed Blade with higher-level blood.

As time passed, Blade on the bed seemed to gradually stabilize.

Catherine also took back her right hand.

Just as she was about to put her right hand dripping with blood back into her pocket, Locke, who was standing by, had already taken Catherine's right hand, and then gently bandaged the bite marks on Catherine's wrist with gauze.

Their eyes met.

Natasha, who was standing by, rolled her eyes, and then interrupted Locke, who would not give up any occasion, even in front of his lover, to tease another lover.

"So, is that all?"

"Of course not."

Catherine came back to her senses, glanced at Natasha who had interrupted them on purpose, smiled slightly, and then said, "We still need to kill him."

While speaking.

Catherine's figure rushed directly to the head of the bed, then pinched Blade's head with both hands and twisted it to the left.

The crisp sound of a neck being twisted echoed in the infirmary.

Natasha opened her mouth and looked at Catherine, who saved Blade in the last second, and twisted Blade's neck with a smile on her face without hesitation in the next second.

"What are you doing?"

"Verbena toxins are deadly to vampires, but not to vampires, so he must transform into a vampire to resist the toxins of verbena."

"...Then you can just transform directly, there is no need to kill him."

"This is the step of vampire transformation."

"..."

Natasha frowned upon hearing this, and recalled the steps of vampire transformation.

Unlike vampires who directly inject their own blood and then simply and crudely transform into new vampires.

The transformation of vampires needs to be divided into three steps.

The first step is to suck the blood of vampires.

The second step is to die within the time when the blood of vampires in the body is not metabolized, either by suicide or being killed.

The third step is that the resurrected vampire must suck human blood within the 24-hour transformation period.

Only after completing these three steps can a new vampire be born.

"New vampires must die first and come to the other side of the soul."

"Only in this way can they be successfully transformed into vampires."

"Vampires are such inferior creatures, but they are in a state of neither human nor ghost."

Catherine said this and smiled: "Otherwise, why do you think vampires have so many defects?"

To put it simply.

The transformation process of vampires is similar to reincarnation, first die and then live.

But vampires?

This is completely smuggling.

It is well known.

No one likes stowaways.

Locke listened to Catherine's story, looked at Blade with a broken neck on the bed, shook his head and said: "When can he be resurrected?"

Blade is his number one power player.

And it is also a golden signboard in his special operations super team that symbolizes correctness.

If it is not necessary, Locke will not let such a useful power player die like this.

The most important point!

He thought of the black-robed witch who held a delicate dagger and chanted to Blade in Blade's fragmented memories.

Locke felt that there might be some conspiracy.

So...

Blade can't die.

Catherine shrugged her shoulders at this question: "He will be revived when the verbena toxin in his body is resisted."

Locke nodded and looked at the medical sentry who was a little shocked by all this, but not so shocked.

"Change blood for Blade's whole body."

"... Got it."

The medical sentry came back to his senses, accepted Locke's order, turned around and left the medical room, ready to configure enough blood for Blade's whole body.

Locke then looked at Natasha and Catherine: "It's been a busy day, you should take a break first, Natasha, take Catherine to the lounge."

Natasha nodded.

"What about you?"

"Hehe."

Hearing this, Locke showed an inexplicable smile to Natasha: "Do they think they can stop the action by killing my henchmen? What a joke, don't they know that if they kill my little brother, I will personally go down?"

In any case, Blade is also his man.

The Albany vampires were not slapping Blade in the face, they were slapping Locke in the ass.

Everyone knows it.

If the boss doesn't come out when the younger brother is injured, no matter how loyal the younger brother is, he will become alienated from the boss in the long run.

So!

Blade was almost killed by the Albany vampires.

As the boss, he naturally had to go out in person to seek justice for his younger brother.

soon.

As Locke gave the order, Albany's sentries all followed Locke out of the Sentinel Secret Service.

The sentries behind them looked at Locke who had arrived and was standing in front of them, with golden light shining in his eyes.

Nothing else.

They have fallen in love with the feeling of hunting vampires.

Because Blade is a real person, he told the sentries who originally regarded it as an ordinary mission that vampire fangs can be exchanged for beautiful knives. Especially after knowing the lowest black market purchase price of a vampire fang, the sentinels' eyes instantly turned red. He was breathing heavily, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

These sentries didn't need a sword to lead the way. They rushed into the room howling, kicked over the coffin, pulled out the vampire inside, and then pulled out the fangs from the vampire's mouth before the vampire was burned to death by the sun. .

As everyone knows.

The Sentinel Secret Service cooperates with the military, and most of the operational Sentinels are retired from the military.

To put it simply.

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Most Sentinels carry on the fine traditions of the Confederate military.

Locke, who walked out of the Sentinel Building behind him, closed his eyes and raised his head slightly.

The next second.

"System, upgrade vampire abilities!"

"bite! 』

"Whether it is consumed..."

"Sure!"

"bite! 』

"Upgrade successful. 』

"The interface has been refreshed! 』

"Extraordinary, become a god!" 』

"Extraordinary card slot: "2 (the third card slot can be opened by spending 400 extraordinary points)"

"Extraordinary Points: "23""

"The first card slot: "Vampire""

"Ability Level: "Advanced""

"Ability effects: "(Eternal Life), (Immortality), (Blood Pool)""

"Ability defect: "none""

"Second Card Slot: "Skrull Change""

『Ability level: "Intermediate (can consume 2000 points to upgrade)"』

"Ability effects: "(Change), (Memory Plunder), (Simulation)""

"Ability defect: "Level suppression (when faced with high levels, abilities fail)"

Following Locke's thoughts.

In an instant.

His already keen five senses have once again been upgraded to an unprecedented level.

and……

His blood pool also caused earth-shaking changes.

Boom!

The entire blood pool space was shaking, and the extraordinary points turned into starlight and sank into the bottom space of the blood pool, starting to trigger an earthquake.

A small puddle is a depression.

A large puddle is a pond.

Small and deep, it is called a pond.

At this moment, Locke's blood pool space can no longer be called blood pool space.

Instead, it should be called the Blood Pool Space.

After the extraordinary points were used to upgrade the blood pool to a blood pool, the remaining starlight quickly replenished the blood pool when the water level dropped to one-half, completely replenishing the energy in the blood pool.

Behind him in the Sentinel Secret Service building.

Catherine, who was returning to bed to rest for a while, seemed to notice something and couldn't help but touch her belly.

Locke's upgrade at this time was not to upgrade the blood pool, but to improve his sense of smell again after the upgrade.

Locke, standing in front of the building, slowly opened his eyes.

He could already smell the unique vampire stench that was hiding in every corner of Albany.

It's hunting time!

Locke showed a cruel smile on his face and wounded his men. In this case, he wanted there to be no more vampires in Albany.

"Walk!"

"yes!"

The sentries who had been preparing to continue earning extra money all shouted loudly, and then followed Locke's footsteps and boarded the mobile vehicle that had been prepared.

At this moment, the unregistered vampires in Albany were completely doomed.

Now that Locke had spared no effort to stimulate the energy of the blood pool, his keen sense of smell was enough to cover the entire process. Even the vampires hiding in the sewer pipes were pulled out.

The frightened vampires looked at the sentinels who were chasing them into the sewer pipes, roaring and trying to fight the sentries desperately.

But the sentries lined up and pulled the triggers in unison, forming a dense network of ultraviolet bullets and shooting directly through the vampire's body.

Then a sentry stepped forward, and while the vampire was burning, he skillfully pulled out the vampire's fangs. Then the team listened silently to Locke's report in the headset, and then looked at the nearest player on the tablet in his hand. He quickly ran over to the location.

Nearly fifteen combat teams composed of Sentinels and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, with clear division of labor, shuttled through the streets of Albany full of evil spirits.

Ordinary people in Albany looked at the same federal law enforcement officers as yesterday, confused.

The vampires who knew the truth, but had taken the vampire certificates issued by the sentry during the consideration period, huddled in their shelters, looked at their own doors tremblingly, and did not dare to sleep at all.

They were deeply afraid that as soon as they fell asleep, a group of sentries would break in the next second, kick over their coffins and drag them out to the sun to expose them.

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