The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

An hour later.

After the bodies in the corridor and stairwell were packed away, George shook hands with Locke and left the apartment.

After receiving the message, the SHIELD logistics employee who came to help repair the door had also repaired the door.

Locke and Natasha watched George's police car and the SHIELD logistics employees go away, then turned around and returned to the apartment.

"You're exposed."

"ah."

"There just was a SHIELD agent, he's Nick Fury's guy."

After Natasha closed the door, she said to Locke with a serious face.

Locke frowned, thinking back to the three SHIELD agents who had just come over and seemed to have no special skills.

"who?"

"Just the dark one."

"..."

"Most of the dark-skinned people are Nick Fury's people."

Natasha looked at Locke, who looked silent, and explained: "It was only after Nick Fury came to power that the agency started recruiting dark-skinned agents."

Locke wanted to laugh a little when he heard this.

He thought of the Bharatites.

It is said that once the Bharatites come to a certain company and take power, the number of Bharatites will increase rapidly in the next period of time.

Natasha looked at Locke's expression: "You don't believe it?"

Locke came to his senses and shook his head: "No, I'm just curious. Does Nick Fury do this? Does the Security Council and Maria Hill have no objections?"

Natasha shrugged.

"Why don't you have any objection, but Nick Fury was recommended by former Director Alexander Pierce, and Alexander Pierce is now the director of the Federation."

"All right."

Locke smiled, walked to the bar, and poured himself a glass of bourbon.

Natasha blinked: "Aren't you worried?"

Locke looked at Natasha while holding the wine glass.

"What are you worried about?"

"You're exposed."

"So what?"

Locke sneered: "This was originally a plot between the Sentinel Secret Service and Commander Maria Hill, and it was a conspiracy. He still dared to assassinate me."

He is no longer the two-month-old he was.

Two months ago, Locke might have kept a low profile.

But now?

Try the black braised eggs.

Locke can make him die if he tries!

Natasha saw the domineering flash on Locke's face and gave Locke a thumbs up.

"Domineering."

"Thanks."

Locke's lips raised and he accepted Natasha's praise for him.

Natasha sat down opposite Locke, then raised her eyebrows, thinking of the phone call just now, and looked at Locke curiously: "By the way, who called that phone call just now?"

Locke's right hand holding the wine glass paused for a moment.

Forgot about it.

"Blade was attacked."

"...Huh? When."

"Just now."

Locke put down the wine glass in his hand, grabbed the coat he just took off, and walked towards the door.

Natasha came to her senses and quickly followed.

An hour later.

Locke and Natasha sat in the car, looking at not far away, the machine repair warehouse that was on fire with fire flickering in the darkness, and the New York Fire Department firefighters who were struggling to put out the fire.

"Hiss, Blade is not dead."

"No, the satellite footage showed that Dao Feng took a person and left the warehouse while the fire broke out."

Locke shook his head.

Because if he wants to revive the Blood God, Blade cannot die.

Unless Quinn lied.

But this may be ruled out.

Locke's side did not receive any extraordinary point rewards from Quen, except for the continuous extraordinary point rewards that had just sounded.

And it’s unlikely that Quinn would know how to un-team with him.

Locke thought to himself.

After a while.

With the efforts of firefighters, the fire was gradually brought under control, and after a while, the fire was basically extinguished.

Seeing this, Locke greeted Natasha who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Let's go and have a look."

"good."

The two got out of the car, and Locke walked in front. When a firefighter was about to stop him, he directly sent out the Secret Service ID to clear the way.

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"SSS!"

"..."

Locke led Natasha into the cordon without any obstruction, and then saw the car that had been burned to only the shell at the entrance of the warehouse.

"That's Blade's car, right?"

"Um."

Locke glanced at it, nodded, and then saw two firefighters carrying a burned body out of the warehouse.

Although the body was burnt, the general outline could still be seen.

Not a blade.

"Abraham Whistler." Locke recognized the owner of the corpse from the shape of the charred corpse.

Natasha frowned: "Blade's adoptive father?"

Locke nodded: "Probably."

The fire captain who came out of the warehouse saw Locke and Natasha and walked up to them.

"You are..."

"SSS."

Locke showed his ID again, and then looked inside the charred warehouse: "Did you find just such a body?"

Although the fire captain was a little curious as to why the Sentinel Secret Service came here, he still replied: "Yes, we have only found this one for the time being. As for whether there is anything else inside, we can only wait until daybreak before going in to search. At this time, we can search again." It’s too dangerous to go in.”

Locke said thank you, and then said to Natasha: "Let's go."

"Where to go?"

"Let's talk after we get in the car."

After Locke returned to the car with Natasha, he took out the communicator, gave one to Natasha, and then directly contacted Debbie, who had just been pulled out of bed by his remote call.

"Debbie, did you find it?"

"Still looking."

At the Sentinel Command Operations Center, Debbie, who was wearing a rabbit pajamas, yawned and stared at the big screen with her big eyes: "After Blade and the two left the warehouse, the satellite picture encountered interference, and we could only find it through monitoring. But the blade specializes in unmonitored paths, so I’m working hard.”

"Two people, who is the other person?"

"Eh..."

Debbie's sleepiness disappeared as she listened to Natasha's voice. She blinked her eyes and didn't hear Locke's stop. Then she opened her mouth and said, "Vanessa."

Natasha looked at Locke on the side: "Is it the female doctor who was bitten by the vampire?"

Locke nodded.

"Debbie, have you found the cause of the satellite image interference?"

"The technical department is investigating."

"Notify me as soon as there is any news."

"receive."

Locke took out the communicator and threw it aside.

Natasha also took off the communicator and asked with some confusion: "Why did Blade take this female doctor and not his adoptive father Whistler?"

Locke thought about the injuries on the burnt corpse he just saw.

"Maybe I can't take it away anymore."

"What now?"

"Go back to the bureau first."

Locke said, restarted the car, started, and drove away from the place.