The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 109 Catherine's Comments on Locke (15 Subscriptions)
Locke didn't know when Catherine left.

He is very tired.

It was different from the sunny and drizzling days with his wife Esme, and it was also different from the unbridled rainstorm he enjoyed on the open grassland with Natasha.

What should I tell Catherine?

It felt like riding a roller coaster.

Moreover, riding the legendary death roller coaster in the midst of thunder and lightning, there was a risk of the car being destroyed and people being killed if one was not careful.

but……

It's all worth it.

Locke lowered his eyes and looked at the various marks on his chest that was exposed when his clothes were opened. Thinking back to what happened on the container last night, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's just a pity.

Before he could score his second goal, Catherine left quietly.

Are you shy?

Not to the point.

Locke blinked and thought to himself.

at this time.

The sound of a text message alert came from the mobile phone placed beside.

Locke came back to his senses, grabbed the phone, put one hand on the back of his head, held the phone with the other hand, and clicked on the text message.

The text message was from Catherine.

Be clear at the beginning.

"You're funny, L!"

"..."

When Locke saw the first sentence, the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose again.

But soon.

The smile disappeared from his face.

"Men are all creatures that lie. I have seen many lying men, but I must admit that you are the most lying man I have ever seen, L."

"Compared to your ability to lie, Judas is considered an honest man."

"Your stories are hilarious though, L."

"But there is a fatal flaw in your story."

"There are no neighbors near Stefan and Damon's home, and if there are, they are their servants."

"You improvised this story, didn't you?"

"..."

Just as Locke scrolled to the bottom of the text message and finished reading it, the phone rang.

Catherine's.

Locke's eyebrows twitched, and when he saw Catherine's call, he had the urge to pretend he didn't see it.

It is always embarrassing when a lie is exposed.

Unless that person is shameless.

But Locke was a decent man.

He wants face.

but……

Locke's thoughts turned for a few times, and after hesitating whether to answer the call or not, he finally chose to answer it.

"Hey."

"woke up?"

"Ah."

Locke spoke softly, holding the pillow in one hand and the phone to his ear in the other, looking at the sky: “When did you leave?”

Catherine, who had returned to the hotel and taken a shower, was standing in front of the French window wrapped in a bath towel, looking towards the container terminal and said with a smile: "Let me think about it, it was probably when you said you really didn't have a drop left and then fell asleep."

Locke heard the sarcasm in Catherine's words and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"I didn't get enough rest."

God can testify.

Before that, he ran into the Vampire Building and fought a fierce battle with vampires and the Blood God.

It was already very demanding mentally and physically, and then it had to be done in a hurry.

Given the tight time schedule and heavy tasks, it was understandable that Catherine lost in the end.

Again.

Even if he had kidneys made of iron, he couldn't stop Catherine from asking for more, without even giving him a break.

What's more, his kidneys are not made of iron.

Even now, Locke felt a dull pain in his kidneys.

"Okay, it's my bad." I thought it, but I said it.

Locke took the responsibility on himself without hesitation, and then challenged him to a fight: "But you will definitely lose tonight."

Catherine smiled.

"Sorry, I'm not free tonight."

"Then tomorrow."

"No tomorrow either."

"The day after tomorrow is fine too. I'm always free."

Locke has been defeated time and time again, and his main goal is to be thick-skinned.

When it comes to pursuing girls, hesitation will lead to failure, while decisiveness will create miracles.

but……

Miracles didn't happen.

"I'm leaving New York City today."

"what?"

Locke raised his eyebrows, turned over and sat up from the container.

"where to?"

"Paris."

"bar……"

“Fashion Week is about to start.”

"..."

Wow, it turns out he went to Paris to buy clothes.

Locke said to himself and sighed in a quiet tone.

"K." "Hmm?"

"I thought after what happened last night, I am in your heart, although perhaps I should be more important than clothes."

"You are."

Catherine smiled and confirmed that Locke's position in her heart was more important than the clothes he wore. Then she changed the subject and said with a smile: "But, I can't wear this dress of yours all the time."

Locke smiled.

"If you'd like, I..."

"Even if you are willing, I don't think your wife Esme would agree."

"Uh……"

"Goodbye, L."

Catherine smiled and said, "Although you lie better than Judas, you are indeed a man. I was very happy last night. If there is a chance, we will meet again."

After saying this.

Catherine hung up the phone without any hesitation, took out the phone card, looked in the direction of the container terminal, and then pinched the phone card in her hand with her slender fingers.

Not long after.

Fine white powder fell from the fingertips to the ground.

Locke listened to the dead tone on the phone, picked up the phone, looked at the number on the screen that had been hung up, and said nothing.

quite a while.

He came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head, then deleted Catherine's phone number that he had just saved a few days ago.

Since K has chosen to part ways with him, L will not insist on holding onto K's side.

Because if he did that, his legal wife Esme would never let him go.

He was sure.

Esme is angry...

hiss!
Locke recalled the scene of Esme getting angry in his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, a dispirited dock security guard patrolled under the container. Hearing the noise coming from above, he looked up and saw Locke, shirtless and with a frightened look on his face, lying on top of the container.

The security guard was stunned at first, then he reacted.

"Hey, you, you're not allowed to sleep here..."

"call out!"

"...where are the people?"

The security guard who was about to yell at the police for not letting people sleep here suddenly felt his eyes blur and he was stunned again when he looked at the empty container.

next second.

"What the hell!"

"what!"

"There's a ghost!"

The security guard was terrified and completely defeated. He screamed and ran towards the entrance of the dock.

The wind is blowing!

Locke was shirtless, wearing only trousers and leather shoes. He grabbed his shirt and coat in one hand and rushed across the container terminal as fast as lightning. He touched the water with his right foot, and then jumped directly into the small park opposite the terminal.

ten minutes later.

Locke walked out of the small park while lowering his eyes and adjusting his cuffs. He walked to the roadside calmly and waved to stop a yellow taxi.

"Sentinel Secret Service."

"Okay."

The old white driver seemed very happy, and after turning on the meter, he hummed a song while driving towards the direction of the Sentinel Secret Service Bureau.

Happiness is contagious.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Locke, who was still recalling last night's scene and feeling sad that he might never see Catherine again, was infected by the happiness of the old white driver and couldn't help asking the driver why he was so happy.

No matter where you are, taxi drivers are generally very talkative.

This old white driver is no exception.

When he saw Locke start talking, he chuckled as if he had opened a chatterbox.

“It’s because there are fewer homeless people in Manhattan now.”

"Uh……"

"You look like an elite at first glance, but you may not know how many non-immigrants are competing with us for jobs."

When it comes to illegal immigration, the old white driver's face is full of indignation.

Because this group of non-immigrants came to New York City, they directly disrupted the labor market in New York City.

When this group of people did not exist, it was well known that the salary a person earned from work was enough to support a family of five, and even make them wealthy.

But since those non-immigrants came, the living standards of native New Yorkers have dropped rapidly.

They compete for jobs, and even in order to get a job, some people can do the job for thirty dollars instead of one hundred dollars.

The old white driver had suffered from this pain before.

“But things seem to be getting better lately.”

"Several New York City taxi companies have suddenly found that their cheap, high-quality drivers seem to have disappeared."

"It's not just these black drivers, but also the people washing dishes behind the restaurant. It seems that all the homeless people in Manhattan have been driven away in the past month or so."

"Look, the good days seem to be back again."

When talking about this, the old white driver couldn't hide his joy at all.

Locke listened to the old white driver's story, thought about it, and didn't have the heart to tell the old white driver that the good days he talked about would probably not last long before returning to the old way.

Before, there was the Vampire Building, and Quinn arrested a large number of illegal immigrants, whom the New York Police Department would never waste police force on as long as no corpses appeared, to create vampires.

Quinn captured all the illegal immigrants and made them vampires. Naturally, the cheap jobs occupied by those illegal immigrants would become vacant.

But the number of illegal immigrants will not stop there. Even as we are talking, there may be an illegal immigrant who has crossed the ocean and finally arrived in New York City.

Give the illegal residents some time and they will grow again like weeds.

But now Quinn is dead and the Vampire Building has been destroyed. When the time comes, the labor market in New York City will return to normal.

but……

Be happy as long as you can.

Locke didn't want to be a spoiler, so after arriving at the Sentinel Special Service Building, he took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it to the old white driver: "No need to change."

The old white driver's eyes lit up: "Thank you, boss."

Locke waved without looking back, got out of the car, buttoned up his suit, and walked towards the building in front of him.

Debbie was already waiting at the entrance of the building. When she saw Locke appear, she hurried to greet him.

"Boss, someone from New York SHIELD is coming."

"……it is good."

"..."

(End of this chapter)