Chapter 58 Kind-hearted Locke

Locke walked out of the warehouse behind him and returned to the car. Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of guilt surged in his heart.

He took out a cigarette, threw one to Jack, and then moved his right hand to hold a cigarette.

Jack's lighter just came over.

Locke lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and then blew smoke rings toward the window.

"Huh!"

"Fuck."

Locke shook his head speechlessly and said to Jack sitting in the co-pilot: "This damn sense of guilt."

Sure enough.

Old Underwood was right, he didn't have the potential to be a politician at all.

He was still not ruthless enough.

Before he talked to Blade just now, Locke didn't feel any guilt for pushing Blade out as a scapegoat.

It's just a little black man, and it's his honor to let him take the blame.

This was Locke's initial thought.

But what did Blade say just now?

The clear, seemingly stupid eyes looked at him, and then said in a deep voice, no matter who you are, no matter what you want to do, as long as you kill vampires, then I can kill Deacon.

A sense of guilt for deceiving a fool suddenly arose.

Fuck!

"I should have known not to come."

"Uh..."

Jack hesitated for a moment, and then said uncertainly: "Boss, aren't we throwing the blame on SHIELD? We didn't throw it on Blade."

Locke looked at Jack with a swish.

Jack felt Locke's hot eyes and swallowed his saliva: "SHIELD threw the blame on Blade. That's SHIELD's business. It has nothing to do with us."

Locke's eyes lit up.

That's right.

His plan has always been to let SHIELD take the blame. After all, all extraordinary creatures except mutants are under the jurisdiction of SHIELD.

It's said that Blade took the blame, but SHIELD pushed Blade out as a temporary worker to take the blame.

What does it have to do with the Sentinel Secret Service and Locke?

After figuring this out, Locke couldn't help but blink.

"Then what the hell did I feel guilty about just now?"

"Uh..."

Jack thought for a moment, then looked at Locke and said cautiously: "Because you are kind?"

Locke laughed.

Yes.

That's right.

Because he is kind!

Isn't it because he is too kind that old Underwood said he was not suitable to be a politician when he was young?

Locke thought of the scene when he was a child, smiled and shook his head, then looked at the warehouse behind him through the rearview mirror, and started the car without stopping, leaving the Blade Warrior's lair.

Through the surveillance, the old white man Abraham Whistler saw Locke leaving, turned around and found Blade who was already exercising on the horizontal bar: "They are gone."

Blade, who was pulling the horizontal bar wildly, trying to restore himself to his peak state in the shortest time, hummed and didn't answer.

Abraham Whistler looked at Blade with a look of distress: "You just recovered, take a rest."

After all, he raised his cub.

Your own cub will only hurt yourself.

Abraham Whistler said in a deep voice: "That Locke Underwood, he is from a politician's family, don't believe anything he says."

Politicians' words are deceitful.

Children born in politicians' families, his words are not to be believed.

Blade took the towel handed over by Abraham Whistler and wiped the sweat off his body.

"I know."

"You don't know, he plans to let you take the blame, Deacon is dead, and the vampires in New York City are already in chaos."

"Don't we always want to kill Deacon?"

Blade looked at Abraham Whistler, who looked a little anxious, and asked curiously: "Now that Deacon is dead, isn't this a good thing?"

Abraham Whistler's eyebrows jumped.

"That's different. The Sentinel Secret Service is obviously planning to use this to make a profit for themselves."

"That's none of our business."

Blade grinned at Abraham Whistler, revealing his white teeth: "Profit is profit, as long as they kill vampires, as for me to take the blame, we can leave after the vampires in New York City are dealt with, right?"

He doesn't have many days left.

Continuously slashing vampires, continuously injured, and continuously injected with anti-vampire virus serum.

Especially after this injury.

Blade can feel that the anti-vampire virus serum is becoming less and less effective for him.

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Maybe the next time he is injured, maybe the next time he is injured, he will completely transform into a vampire because the serum is ineffective.

He is not afraid of becoming a vampire, he is only afraid that after he becomes a vampire, he has not killed all the vampires.

So...

Take the blame, take the blame, what's the big deal, if taking the blame can make the vampires in New York City disappear, he will only be happy, not sad.

Moreover, if the vampire disappeared, he could do something he really liked and wanted to do in the remaining time.

For example, he could take care of Abraham Whistler in his old age and see him to the end of his life.

Abraham Whistler listened to Blade's words and looked at the expression on Blade's face. He felt like he wanted to speak, but he couldn't say anything.

There was no way.

Blade had said so, what else could he say? What else could he say?

Whistler was silent for a while, sighed, and turned the topic to the black girl who was still resting on the single bed: "Why did you bring her back?"

Blade shook his head and looked at the black girl lying on the bed not far away.

"I don't know."

"Ah?"

"I don't know why I brought her back."

"..."

Whistler was silent again.

He looked at Blade, his lips moved, and he was a little hesitant to speak.

Blade saw this scene: "What's wrong with you?"

Whistler's eyes moved on Blade, and finally his expression became slightly relieved.

"The child has grown up."

"..."

Blade frowned, looking at Whistler who suddenly became inexplicable, and began to wonder if Whistler was also bitten by a vampire.

Just when he was about to check Whistler carefully.

Not far away, the black girl lying on the bed groaned, then woke up faintly and opened her eyes.

At the same time.

When Locke returned to the Sentinel Secret Service, Debbie had already returned from the New Amsterdam Hospital.

He also learned from Debbie what happened after Blade went to the hospital.

The experience was the same as what happened in the medical examiner's office downstairs.

The three special police officers who were bitten by vampires and sent to New Amsterdam Hospital for treatment were directly assimilated into vampires on the operating table.

Several medical staff were bitten to death or injured.

The black girl rescued by Blade was one of the medical staff.

"By the way, boss."

"When I came back, the hospital was surrounded by reporters."

"This is a complete commotion."

"..."