The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 34: Let's go drink after work

The Blade Warrior was a little confused.

Although his face was as swollen as fermented dough and his eyes were as hard to open as two eggs, he still tried to open his eyes wide and looked at the pile of gray-white ashes similar to flour left on the ground.

and also……

There were two golden fangs that seemed to have perfectly merged with the ashes, and there was a silver sword right next to the ashes.

Fangs and swords?
Vampire with me?
Wait a moment.

"This is……"

"Dickon?"

Blade Warrior gasped as he watched a special emergency police officer pick out the two fangs from the ashes and hand them to Debbie, and another special emergency police officer preparing to bend down to pick up the long sword that fell on the ground. He quickly said, "Wait a minute, don't pick it up."

When the emergency operations special police heard this, they paused and looked at the Blade Warrior.

Blade didn't say anything, but staggered over, then picked up his sword from the ground, glanced at the suspicious emergency special police beside him, and didn't say anything, but turned the mechanism in his hand.

Clang!
Two blood-draining grooves instantly popped out on both sides of the sword's handle.

If a stranger holds this sword, his wrist will be immediately broken by these two bleeding grooves.

When the emergency operations special police saw this scene, the image of his wrist being chopped off emerged in his mind. He couldn't help but take a breath, and then looked at the blade with a grateful expression.

"Thank you."

If his wrist was cut off, even if he went to the hospital and had it reattached, he would not be able to do his current job.

The emergency special police officer doesn't really like his current job, but if he doesn't do this job, he really can't afford the alimony to his two ex-wives every month.

If he cannot afford the alimony, he can only declare bankruptcy. After bankruptcy, his house will be repossessed. If he wants to find another job, he needs a fixed residence, but he cannot afford the alimony.

and so……

Blade's timely reminder just now prevented him from becoming a homeless person to a certain extent.

Daofeng didn't say anything, but just waved his right hand and put away the mechanism.

Locke's complexion had recovered a little at this moment. He walked over and looked at the two vampire fangs in the evidence bag in Debbie's hand, then looked at Blade: "Is it Deacon?"

Blade looked at the ashes on the ground: "There is indeed his scent."

Locke nodded.

"Thank you."

"..."

Blade was slightly stunned and looked at Locke: "Thank me for what?"

He still didn't understand what happened.

When he passed out, he only remembered that people from the Sentinel Secret Service came over. When he woke up again, this was the scene before his eyes.

Locke looked at the confusion on Blade Warrior's face and showed a hint of suspicion at the right moment: "Didn't you kill Deacon?"

Blade's eyes widened, "What? I thought you guys killed him, didn't you?"

Locke looked at Brown beside him.

Debbie looked at Blade at this moment: "When we came here, it was already like this. The boss, Brown and our people were all unconscious. You were the only one in the hangar."

Upon hearing this, Blade looked down at the sword in his hand, then looked at the ashes of Dicken on the ground, a confused expression written almost all over his face.

Locke, Brown and others fainted outside.

I was in there by myself.

Is it...

Did I really kill him?
Blade thought to himself and couldn't help but blink his eyes which were swollen like eggs.

at this time.

The sound of an ambulance rang out outside.

Locke looked at Blade who was in self-doubt, smiled inwardly, and then said to Blade with concern: "Forget it, as long as the result is good, let's go to the hospital for treatment first."

Blade came back to his senses, looked at Locke, and shook his head.

"I'm not going to the hospital." "What?"

Locke frowned and looked at Blade: "But you are..."

When he said this, he seemed to have thought of something and stopped talking in time.

Locke paused for a moment and looked back at Blade.

"You really don't want to go to the hospital?"

"Need not."

Blade shook his head, put the sword in his hand back behind him, then walked to the other side with some unsteady steps, picked up another sword, and the sunglasses that were broken by Deacon before, put them on again, and walked out of the hangar without saying a word.

Debbie looked at Locke: "Boss..."

Locke withdrew his gaze from Blade's back, looked at Debbie, and shook his head: "Forget it."

Blade didn't want to go to the hospital, and he had no idea of forcing him to go.

After all, it's someone else's life.

It’s your own destiny.

soon.

Just as Blade left the sight of the abandoned hangar, an ambulance came into view.

Seeing this, Debbie said to Locke, "Boss, shall I take you to the hospital for a checkup?"

Locke also waved his hand, pointed to a few sentinel special police officers who looked a little demented not far away and said, "I'm fine, send them over first."

The sentinel special police were closest to the front, and Locke looked a little worried. He thought Deacon's screaming shock wave might have made them stupid.

Debbie frowned as she listened to Locke's answer.

"Boss..."

"It's okay, I'll go back after I finish this."

Locke interrupted Debbie's speech, patted her on the shoulder, and then said to Brown, who seemed to be fine, "Now that we're done with overtime, let's find a place to have a drink?"

"Okay."

"Walk."

Locke smiled and said to Debbie, "I'll leave this to you."

Debbie opened her mouth and wanted to say, "Boss, you should go to the hospital now, not the bar." But thinking that Brown would go with her, even if there were any sequelae, he would be able to find them in the first place, so she simply nodded: "Okay, Boss."

Locke hummed, took off his suit jacket, and walked out of the abandoned hangar.

Brown said a few words to his teammates, then watched those teammates who still had some dementia expressions get on the ambulance, and then he jogged a few steps to catch up with Locke who was about to walk out of the hangar.

"where are we going?"

"Puzzle?"

"Okay, come to think of it, I haven't been there for more than a month."

"Ah."

In the past month, he and Brown had been very busy killing vampires with a roster, and it had been a long time since they had gone to the bar together for a few drinks after get off work.

Puzzle Bar is a bar that he and Brown often go to.

He was not far from the Sentinel Special Service Building, just off Seventy-fifth Street.

As for why the name of this bar is a puzzle.

He also asked the bar owner, Carl McLaren.

In the end, asking was the same as not asking.

cause it's a puzzle!

Because it's a mystery.

……

(End of this chapter)