The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

In the afternoon.

When Locke took Esme into their office lobby, Jack and Debbie were chatting in the break room.

Mainly Debbie talking and Jack listening.

Debbie tried her best to find out from Jack what he was doing after disappearing for two days to help Locke.

When Locke and Esme walked into the rest room, Debbie was showing her little fangs and pretending to be fierce, threatening Jack.

"Tell me, why is the boss looking for you?"

"Can't say."

Jack continued to shake his head, not being threatened by Debbie, and then looked at the door, his eyes lit up: "Boss."

Locke was just about to speak.

Debbie scoffed.

"Pretend, keep pretending. The day after Esme came back, when did our boss come to work? Don't think about changing the topic. The boss is probably still lying on the bed at this time."

"..."

Locke looked at Debbie, who was shaking her head without looking back, and the corners of her mouth twitched crazily.

What words.

What is this word?

Why do you mean every time Esme comes back, I can't get out of bed the next day?

What a joke.

I have passed the Sentinel Secret Service assessment, experienced frontline law enforcement for two years, and am a well-known tough guy who came up from the bottom.

Esme on the side glanced sideways at Locke and said nothing, but a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Locke couldn't help it.

"cough!"

"Who...ah...dong...it hurts...boss."

Hearing the sound, Debbie turned her head to the back, and when she saw Locke, Debbie exclaimed, then fell off the coffee table, stood up, covered her head, looked at Locke pitifully with tears in her eyes.

Locke looked at Debbie's pitiful look, and the mood he was about to get angry disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

never mind.

One's own people, one's own pampering.

If Jack was his right hand, then Debbie was his left.

Locke sighed inwardly, glanced at Debbie, who seemed to cry immediately as soon as he said something harsh, and opened his mouth.

"Be careful next time."

"Yes, boss."

Debbie stood upright with a hiss, saluted Locke, then seemed to change her face, and walked towards Esme with a smile: "Esme, long time no see, I thought you wouldn't come back this time. Come and see us.”

Before Locke could react, Debbie pulled Esme over and left the rest room talking and laughing.

Locke blinked as he watched the two women leave.

He regretted it.

The next second.

Locke laughed, shook his head, looked at Jack, and said with hatred: "Look at how you spoiled her."

Jack was stunned, pointing his finger at himself with a somewhat demented expression.

Who is used to it.

I?

Boss, are you sure?

Locke ignored Jack's silent accusation and directly changed the subject: "Where is Blade now, still recovering from his injuries?"

Jack came to his senses and nodded.

"I checked with the sentry in the morning and they haven't come out yet."

"Is he seriously injured?"

"have no idea."

Jack shook his head.

The sentry was just watching nearby, only to see that after the Blade Warrior went back, he never came out again.

Locke touched his chin.

"What about Quinn, where is the location displayed?"

"On 97th Street, inside a building called Blood Products, Debbie checked this company. The main business of Blood Products Company is blood banks. They have more than 90 blood banks in New York City."

"...Good guy."

Locke was speechless when he heard this: "Letting vampires open blood stations is different from letting rats guard granaries."

"Boss."

"Um?"

"Now that we know the place, is it okay to..."

"No rush."

Locke looked at Jack's gesture, raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said, "What's the hurry? I already know the lair anyway, just wait."

What are you waiting for?

Naturally, I will wait until the benefits are maximized before taking action.

He didn't know how many extraordinary points the blood god would give him if it exploded.

Locke was thinking in his mind and turned to look at Debbie who was opening her gift outside. Then he turned back to Jack and said, "Ask the surveillance team to keep a close eye on this building. If there is any situation, report it in time."

Jack nodded: "Okay, boss."

Locke then walked out of the lounge.

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"How's it going? Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I like it."

Debbie grabbed a box of perfume that she took out from the gift box and said happily: "Thank you."

Esme smiled and said, "I knew you would like it, and by the way, here's Brown."

She turned and looked around.

"Brown likes to stay here, why didn't we see him today?"

"He went to the sixth group."

"Group six?"

Locke raised his eyebrows: "John's group, why is Brown running over there?"

Good guy.

Brown won't abandon him.

It shouldn't be.

Debbie put away the gift and explained: "I don't know the specifics, but six groups came over this morning and said that among the mutants arrested this time, they were suspected of knowing the mutant who killed Brown's wife. "

Locke heard this and nodded.

I see.

The mutant who indirectly killed Brown's wife and unborn child because of awakening has not been arrested yet.

Brown joined the Sentinel Secret Service, on the one hand, he wanted to kill all mutants, and on the other hand, he hoped to find that mutant through the Sentinel Secret Service to complete his blood revenge.

But...

Didn't that mutant also run into the mutant's Eden-X Academy?

Could it be that the mutant John arrested this time knew how to enter X Academy?

Locke thought of this and his mind moved slightly: "I'll go to Group 6 to take a look."

Esme on the side saw this and hurriedly said: "I'll go too."

Locke heard this, looked at Esme, frowned: "Don't go, the interrogation room over there is quite bloody, I'm afraid you will have nightmares after seeing it."

This is the truth.

Even if Locke and Brown killed mutants, they were outside, killing them on the spot.

Well, it was mainly Brown who killed them.

But Brown killed mutants with a revengeful mentality.

Just shoot and kill.

Simple and clear.

But what about John?

Even the mutants hiding outside know that the interrogation room of Sentinel Group 6 is a place that can stop children from crying.

Anyone who enters the interrogation room of Group 6 will be crippled even if they don't die.

So you can imagine.

How bloody the interrogation room of Group 6 must be.

Locke doesn't want his kind-hearted wife to see the greatest evil in the world.

Debbie also said on the side: "Yes, Esme, Group 6 is not a good place. We only capture and kill mutants with criminal records. John and his men kill them indiscriminately."

Jack didn't say anything, but nodded after Debbie finished speaking.

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