The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Brooklyn.

A dilapidated house that looks inconspicuous from the outside.

Locke retracted his gaze from the dilapidated house and looked at Natasha who pulled him out of the sentry building.

"So... this is the wizard bar you mentioned?"

"Yes."

"How did you know about this place?"

Locke frowned slightly: "There is no information about this place in the SHIELD database, or did you not share all the information?"

If this is really the so-called wizard bar, he must have known it a long time ago.

But the information here is not in the SHIELD database.

"We are not hiding it."

Natasha looked at Locke with a serious face and said: "In fact, I came back this time just to record this bar."

Locke did not speak, but just looked at Natasha quietly.

Natasha laughed.

"Come to think of it, it's all thanks to you."

"Me?"

"Yes, ten days ago, didn't you fight a big battle with the witches on the Brooklyn Bridge, and then killed two witches?"

"Yes!"

"And then you found the biological parents of the two witches, and then threw them directly into the mutant laboratory as consumables like the previous times?"

"That's right."

Locke admitted this without hesitation.

He did what he said.

He said that the witch family should be in good order, so it must be in good order.

The two witches were indeed orphans, but their biological parents were still there. After he found them, he sent them directly to the mutant laboratory as consumables for William Stryker for treason without any hesitation.

Natasha saw Locke nod, and then spread her hands: "After this incident, a witch named Chloe contacted us."

Locke frowned: "Why didn't you contact me?"

Natasha turned her face to the side, didn't speak, just looked at Locke quietly.

Locke looked at Natasha and understood immediately.

"Go on."

"Anyway, this witch named Chloe contacted us, and you happened to be looking for the tree-shaped witch. So, Hill asked me to come back from Europe first to verify the truth and prevent you from killing this witch who contacted us with great difficulty."

"... I'm not that cruel."

"Other extraordinary creatures don't agree with your statement. Do you know what the vampires in Europe call you?"

"What?"

"Tyrant."

"What a nickname."

"You are a vampire, so..."

"I'm not a vampire."

Locke interrupted Natasha again.

Natasha ignored it and glanced at Locke. After confirming that Locke would not interrupt, she continued: "Anyway, the vampires in Europe think you are, and, do you know why they say you are cleaning up vampires on such a large scale?"

Locke thought about it.

"For world peace?"

"You and the Blood God are contemporaries, but you are enemies. You woke up earlier, so you plan to eliminate all the vampires of the Blood God to weaken the power of the Blood God and prevent him from reviving."

"..."

Locke listened to Natasha's words, opened his mouth, and fell silent.

It took him a long time to recover.

"European vampires...are they so imaginative?"

"There are more shocking ones, do you want to hear them?"

"No."

Locke said without hesitation, and then looked at the smile on Natasha's lips: "But even if I don't want to, you should tell me."

Natasha nodded: "You guessed right, the more shocking thing is that the latest version of European vampires is the triangle story of you, the ancestor tyrant, the Blood God, and the bloody queen Clark."

Locke's expression was twisted into a Sichuan character.

"What?"

"They said that the three of you were from the same generation, and that you and the Blood God were pursuing the Blood Queen Clarke together at the time. It was said that the Blood Queen Clarke was originally with you, but later she hooked up with the First Blood God, and the two of them sealed you together, which is why you were staring at the vampires and the tree-like witches."

"Fuck!"

"Shocking news."

"..."

Locke was so upset that he even looked at Natasha's inquiring eyes, and his mouth twitched: "Damn it, you don't believe it, do you?"

Natasha shook her head quickly.

"No, how could it be possible."

"Then what about that suspicious look you just now, I saw it, Natasha."

"You saw it wrong."

Natasha looked at Locke with a serious face, and then changed the subject: "But someone did want me to confirm the authenticity of this rumor with you."

Locke took a deep breath.

"Who?"

"Hill."

Natasha said, then looked at Locke who seemed a little excited, and said quickly: "It's like this, Hill intends to use the reason of compiling the history of the extraordinary world to see if he can reconnect with several respected elders in the extraordinary world. It's okay if you don't say it. The Dongguo ethnic group who is responsible for compiling the extraordinary history said that he can put it in the unofficial history."

Unofficial history?

The unofficial history that may not be official enough, but unofficial history must be unofficial enough?

Locke's heart jumped, his face changed drastically, and he shook his head like a rattle.

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"I don't even know the Ancestral Blood God or the Blood Queen Clarke. It's nonsense. It's pure nonsense."

As an Easterner in spirit.

Even though he is unlikely to die in this life, he still cares about his reputation after death.

One sentence.

Even if he doesn't want to be remembered in history, he can't be infamous for a thousand years.

Besides.

Locke glanced at Natasha: "With my looks and my clever mouth, if it's really me, then the one sealed must be the Ancestral Blood God, not me."

The original text can be read in Liu # 9 @Shu/Bar!

Natasha listened to Locke's words, blinked, and nodded in agreement.

She planned to add this sentence when she told the Easterner's book writing agent.

After Locke finished speaking, he thought of the unfounded message circulating on the European continent and took a deep breath: "By the way, you SHIELD know this rumor, but you are so indifferent and don't plan to do anything?"

"Freedom of speech."

"Then only the truth can be free of speech. This is a fabrication, a malicious fabrication of me."

"They don't know either, and I came here to verify it with you, didn't I?"

"I..."

Locke looked at Natasha with a serious face, opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Damn tree witch, and European vampires, wait for me, I will kill you all."

Natasha heard this and said faintly: "But if you do this, doesn't it prove the fact that you have a triangle relationship with the ancestor blood god and the bloody queen Clark?"

Locke looked at Natasha with a swipe.

The four eyes met.

Locke was silent.

"Then what do you say, hold a press conference?"

"With the credit of the Federation, do you think it will work?"

"..."

Locke was completely silent.

At this moment.

Natasha, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly had a bright look in her eyes, pointing to a woman wearing a black dress, smoky makeup, and a bun on the other side of the road: "Chloe is out."

Locke heard this and looked in the direction of Natasha's finger.

The two got out of the car.

Locke looked at the woman who was about to push the door to enter the dilapidated house across the street, and shouted directly: "Chloe."

Chloe, who was about to go to the wizard bar to work, heard the voice and turned her head to look.

Then...

She saw Locke walking towards her across the street.

Chloe's face changed instantly.

She subconsciously wanted to escape.

Natasha saw this and hurriedly shouted: "Chloe, I'm from SHIELD, I received your call."

Chloe stopped and cast an uneasy look on Natasha, resisting the urge to escape and standing there.

Locke looked at Chloe like this, a little speechless.

"Am I that scary?"

"What do you think, Tyrant?"

Natasha said Locke's latest nickname, then took a few steps forward, came to Chloe first, showed her ID and handed it to Chloe.

Chloe glanced at Locke nervously, took the ID handed over by Natasha, and after confirming that it was from SHIELD, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then returned the ID to Natasha: "Come in and talk."

After that.

Chloe didn't dare to look at Locke, opened the door by herself, and walked in.

Locke followed Natasha, looking at Chloe who was leading the two people in front and seemed to be walking towards the underground: "Seriously, am I that scary?"

Natasha smiled slightly when she heard it, and looked at Locke: "No, you are a kind father."

"Really?" Locke was overjoyed: "Do you also think I will be a kind father?"

Natasha laughed: "Yes, a kind father like Stalin."

Locke was completely silent.

Natasha laughed, and without stopping to wait for Locke, who was broken by her, she followed Chloe.

Locke looked at the two people who were about to disappear, and hurriedly chased after them.

Soon.

After Chloe led the two people through the steps and a short corridor, the view suddenly became clear.

The wizard bar hidden in this dilapidated house instantly appeared in Locke's sight.

Entering the bar, the first thing that caught my eye was the spacious space illuminated by warm lights. The walls were covered with various ancient magic tools and mysterious symbols. Behind the bar were various bottles and jars, including rare magic potions and herbs, exuding a faint strange fragrance, which made people think of the witch's alchemy laboratory.

There were several beautifully carved wooden tables and chairs, and tarot cards, crystal balls and other divination tools were often scattered on the tables.

Chloe led the two to the bar and sat down, and then patted the sign next to it.

The originally dim sign lit up instantly.

Chloe then turned around, took a deep breath, looked at Locke, and said the first sentence of the conversation with Locke.

"I know you, you are the original tyrant!"

"..."