The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

wrong.

Not alien.

It's his heart.

His heart seemed to be pulled by something, trying to break free and jump out of his body.

but……

Almost every time his heart was about to jump out, countless energy spurted out in the blood pool space to push it back to its original position.

"Eh!"

The black-robed witch seemed to realize something was wrong. She was surprised and looked down at Locke, who was suppressed by black magic in the pit.

Boom, boom, boom.

Under the suppression of black magic, there were constant squeezing and collision sounds all around Locke.

"You're weird, Rock Underwood."

"..."

Locke raised his eyes and looked at the condescending black-robed witch. From this perspective, he finally saw the true face of the witch who was hiding her whole body under the hood.

Not black, but white.

Very white.

The face is even tighter than 80% of white women, with two locks of long golden hair flowing down both sides, and an expression as cold as an iceberg.

Locke tried to pull himself out of this suppressed state of shame.

But the effect is not great.

"Don't try too hard." The beautiful ice witch in black robe and white skin looked at Locke's movements and said in a cold tone: "You can't get away."

Hearing this, Locke followed the good example, stopped struggling, and then looked at the cold but tight face under the black robe: "I remember your appearance, you'd better run far away, don't let me find you, otherwise you will A terrible death."

The black-robed witch listened to Locke's threat without any expression.

"We have already experienced your methods. Ogulos and his family did nothing wrong, but you actually sent them all to the mutant laboratory."

"So will your family."

"I have no family."

"Um?"

"The three sisters who came this time all have no relatives. We are mentally prepared for failure."

The black-robed witch said in a cold tone, and then looked at Locke, who was lying suppressed in the pit, with a mocking smile on his cold expression: "The leader thought you were wearing some magic-forbidden equipment. Unexpectedly, You just have great strength and amazing recovery speed.”

She had already seen the reason why Locke was able to kill three of her sisters before this.

Nothing else.

It's just powerful.

Locke relied on the huge burst of power in an instant, and then relied on his abnormal healing ability to ignore the attacks of black magic and forcefully close the distance and kill her three sisters.

If she hadn't come this time, the leader was afraid that the wolfsbane poison would not kill Locke, causing the operation to fail again, and let her absorb the magic power of the other four sisters. I'm afraid she really wouldn't be able to conquer Locke.

but……

Even so, most of the four times the magic power originally filled in her body was consumed.

Fortunately, she has now given Locke the illusion that her magic power is endless, so that Locke no longer struggles at this moment.

Eva thought happily, and then looked at Locke who seemed to be in a mess in the pit: "If it was me who went to Falls Town that day, you would have died long ago, Locke Underwood."

Locke looked at the condescending black-robed witch: "You'd better pray that you have no family anymore, because I will find them and kill them in the most cruel way."

As he spoke, murderous aura burst out of him, seeming to prove to Locke that he never told lies.

Hearing this, Eva said in a deep voice: "You also have a family, and we didn't do anything to your vampire lover. Besides, she must be pregnant."

Locke sneered.

"Please!"

"What?"

"Katherine is right there. If you have the guts, go and kill her. I will never stop her, as long as you can withstand my next revenge."

Threaten him?

Doesn't exist, it's impossible.

Would he accept the threat just because Catherine was pregnant?

joke.

Threats are the same as principles. Once there is one, there will be countless.

As long as he accepts the threat once, no matter what he says or does in the future, others will think that he can still be threatened.

Locke smiled brightly and told the black-robed witch in front of him to kill Catherine. After finishing speaking, he looked at the silent black-robed witch and chuckled: "What, don't you dare to go?"

Eva calmed down and looked at Locke in the pothole with an expressionless face.

"Too bad you'll die now."

"etc."

Locke suddenly spoke up.

Eva looked at Locke, with a sarcastic expression on her cold face.

"Are you scared now?"

"No, I want to say that I have seen through you. Your magic power is not endless."

"What?"

Eva's face suddenly changed.

The next second.

She saw Locke lying in the pit roaring angrily, and then he was slowly getting up from the pit with the gravel splashing continuously in the pit.

Seeing this, Eva quickly activated her magic power to suppress it.

boom!

Locke, whose back was already hanging in the air, hit the pothole heavily with his back again.

but……

fine.

What he lacks most is the courage to try again.

"ah!"

Locke's limbs were tense, and the blood in the blood pool space seemed to be boiling. Endless energy poured into Locke's body to provide him with endless energy support.

Damn it!

Eva's cold face was full of gloom. With one hand, she urged the magic power to suppress Locke, and with the other hand, she aimed at Locke's chest and tried to pull Locke's heart out of his body again.

Even if Locke was the ancestor of the blood clan, so what?

The ancestor of the blood clan would still die if his heart was pulled out.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The invisible force instantly squeezed Locke's heart, and the heart was torn in an instant, and then it was instantly restored under the energy of the blood pool space.

In an instant.

The unspeakable but heart-wrenching pain instantly flooded Locke's sea of ​​consciousness.

The original text is in Liu # 9 @Shu/Bar!

After all, the heart can be restored, but the pain will not disappear out of thin air.

But...

Locke gritted his teeth and struggled to resist the invisible pressure from all directions, with veins on his forehead and limbs exposed.

The suit jacket on the upper body and the white shirt inside began to tear layer by layer under Locke's force.

One effort, two efforts, three efforts, and then you will fail!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

As Locke fought against the invisible pressure, cracks began to appear on the bridge deck around the pit, and gravel began to splash out.

"This is impossible." Eva couldn't help but exclaimed when she felt Locke resisting under the suppression of magic power: "This is definitely not the energy that the ancestor of the blood clan should have."

Hearing this, Locke raised his blood-red eyes and looked at Eva: "I, when, did I say that I am a blood clan!"

The words fell.

Boom!

Like a cannonball, Locke completely broke free from the shackles of magic, flew directly from the pit, then looked in the direction of the black-robed witch, and then dived over again like a cannonball.

Bang!

The position where Eva was was instantly hit by Locke's fist to create a pit with a diameter of 50 cm and a depth of 50 cm.

But Eva had already realized something was wrong the moment Locke broke free from his restraints, and fled from the spot quickly.

The clothes on her upper body had disappeared, and Locke, who was showing his strong and sturdy figure, saw the black-robed witch who had flashed to a distance in the rising smoke and dust. A trace of panic finally appeared on her cold face. She snorted coldly, bent her knees slightly, and then rushed towards the black-robed witch again like a cannonball.

"Die!"

"Goodbye."

Eva looked at Locke who was rushing straight towards her, and the expression on her face returned to a cold look, and then her figure disappeared straight from the spot.

Boom!

Locke's punch hit the air directly, and in an instant, the air was squeezed by the force of the punch and a bang burst out.

But the black-robed witch had disappeared.

Fuck!

Magic again!

Locke looked at the place where the black-robed witch disappeared, his expression gloomy, and his chest heaving slightly.

The next second.

He lowered his eyes and looked.

The upper body, which had just burst blood vessels all over because of the unscrupulous efforts to increase his strength, was recovering rapidly.

As a price, the energy originally filled in his blood pool space was directly reduced to the danger line.

After all, his heart was crushed countless times by the damn black-robed witch when he was lying in the pit.

But!

Locke will not die if the blood pool does not dry up!

This is a literal consciousness. Let alone crushing the heart, what can the black-robed witch do even if she takes his heart out of the air?

As long as the blood pool does not dry up, he can still give birth to a brand new heart.

Just right.

You can also get a brand new, unopened, used heart.

There is just a problem.

It hurts!

It hurts so much.

Tree-like witch, you wait for me, I will fight you, and I can't think unless I kill you completely.

Locke's face was gloomy and his eyes flickered.

At the same time

As the black-robed witch Eva left, the air walls on both sides of the Brooklyn Bridge also disappeared.

Soon.

A team leader and George Stacy rushed to the bridge with their sentinels and police officers.

Sarah Davis, a team leader, looked at Locke, who was standing there, covered in blood, and naked with a strong body, and was shaken.

"Supervisor."

"Locke."

Locke came back to his senses, first glanced at Sarah Davis, who replaced him as the team leader, and then looked at George who followed him up. His gloomy expression returned to normal and he smiled: "This is a mutant case."

George heard this and looked at Locke.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sure, but you only need this, George, this case is not something you can interfere with."

"I know, that's all I said."

George smiled slightly when he heard this, and then looked at Locke: "This case is yours."

Locke said thank you.

George waved his hand, glanced at Locke, and after confirming that there seemed to be nothing serious, he turned around and led the police officers to stand.

Sarah Davis, the leader of a team, looked at the two black-robed witches lying on the ground not far away with their necks twisted.

"Supervisor, they are..."

"Witches!"

"..."