The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 122 The detector with lights on (45 please subscribe)
Just go.

When Locke saw Esme nod, he immediately got up from the sofa and pulled Esme towards the door.

Old Underwood's bodyguard Edward was standing at the door like a statue.

Edward smiled bitterly when he saw Locke leaving.

"Is it such a big deal on the first day?"

"Feel sorry."

Locke shrugged: "So I don't really want to come back. You know best that Lao De and I don't get along."

I don't know, I don't know anything.

Edward had a forced smile on his face.

Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger.

Although Old Underwood is not the president, to Edward of the Secret Service, he is actually no different from the president.

Although neither of them would vent their anger on their subordinates at will.

but……

It is best to avoid it if you can.

This is the way to survive.

Locke didn't say much to Edward. He tried with the car key he had just taken from his mother Claire's wallet, unlocked a red Chevrolet on the roadside, said hello to Edward, and walked towards the car with his wife Esme.

Soon.

The red Chevrolet started its engine, carrying Locke and Esme, and drove towards the Washington Sentinel headquarters.

Esme, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned her head to look at the house disappearing from her sight, then looked at Locke.

"Are you sure you don't need to tell them?"

"Need not."

Locke shook his head and glanced sideways at Esme: "They two don't have the habit of eating lunch at home."

Whether it is old Underwood or mother Claire, these two are actually the same type of people.

They are both the kind of people who pursue and enjoy rights, otherwise these two people would not have been together at that time.

When it comes to enjoying rights, the closer you are to the rights, the better.

And this is a feeling they have never enjoyed from Locke.

Uh……

Mom Claire might be okay.

Old Underwood is not like that, otherwise he wouldn't call his son a rebellious one all the time.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Locke had not come back today and old Underwood had something to say to him, old Underwood would definitely not be at home, and mother Claire would probably only stay for a while to meet him and then run out.

Parents are true love, children are just accidents.

This sentence is just an exclamation to others, but for Locke in this life, it is the most appropriate adjective.

Esme sounded a little surprised.

"So how did you solve your lunch before?"

"Oh, that's okay. They still remembered to give me lunch money."

Locke smiled at Esme and said, "Besides, I've tried most of the restaurants in Washington. I know a super authentic Chinese restaurant. I'll take you there to try it. You'll definitely like it."

Locke, who had not yet settled in New York City but was still living in Washington, D.C., tried all kinds of delicious food in Washington with his lunch money.

But that Chinese restaurant feels the most authentic. Unlike other Chinese restaurants, the mapo tofu is not spicy at all and is even a little sweet.

So after finding that Chinese restaurant, Locke gave up on all the other Chinese restaurants that seemed irrelevant.

Whenever he wanted to eat Chinese food, he would drive his mother Claire's car to the Northwest International Plaza and go to the Chinese restaurant, which was only a five-minute walk from the Eastern Embassy, just like he was doing now with Esme.

soon.

Locke parked the car by the side of the road and got out of the car with Esme. Just then, the door of a Chinese restaurant on the side of the road opened, and two people with Eastern faces walked out of the restaurant while talking.

"Director Zheng, I'm sorry, they said they didn't receive any notice that you would be coming, so they kept you waiting."

"It's okay. I came here on a whim just for work. The food here is really good."

“The Chinese food here is the most authentic in Washington.”

Two Eastern men in suits and ties were talking and laughing as they walked across the street.

Locke didn't care either.

After all, the Chinese restaurant here is right next to the Eastern Embassy. When he came here to eat before, he often saw people with Eastern faces.

Of course.

The experience of eating here also allowed Locke to naturally learn very clear and authentic Dongguo dialect.

Locke passed by the two people who were talking, and while introducing the authentic food here to Esme, he led Esme into the restaurant.

But when he pushed the door open and walked in with Esme, he felt something move and turned his head to look outside the restaurant.

One of the men in suits who had already walked across the street happened to turn his head and look over here.

Eyes facing each other.

Locke and the man in the suit looked away at the same time.

Esme watched Locke's actions: "What's wrong?"

Locke came back to his senses and smiled: "I was mistaken, I thought it was an acquaintance I saw when I was eating here before."

The staff of the East Country Embassy also looked at Director Zheng Xian who turned around while talking and said, "Director Zheng Xian?"

Zheng Xian also came back to his senses and laughed: "This Chinese restaurant seems to be quite popular among the locals."

When the staff of the Donggu Embassy heard what Zheng Xian said, they also laughed.

“Yes, many locals who have been to our country and returned do like this restaurant.”

"By the way, it is said that a few years ago, the son of the House Whip liked to eat at this restaurant."

"House Whip? Francis Underwood?"

"Yes."

"His son likes Chinese food?" "This was said by several international students who came here to study a few years ago. They were in the same school as the son of the party whip. But we don't know whether it is true or not, and we haven't checked it out."

"I see."

Hearing this, Zheng Xian nodded and stopped dwelling on this matter. Instead, he returned to the main purpose of his visit: "Did Director Ghana Andrew agree to meet with us?"

Upon hearing this, the staff member looked at Zheng Xian, smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "Director Zheng Xian, you came at the wrong time."

Zheng Xian frowned.

"what happened?"

"They're on holiday this afternoon. As far as I know, Director Andrew has already booked a flight to Norway tonight."

"But isn't it still working hours today?"

"Yes."

"..."

Zheng Xian raised his eyebrows as he looked at his companion who had not made any movement since nodding.

"and then?"

"They are on holiday today. This is their internal affair and we cannot say anything."

"……grass!"

"That's why I said, if you had informed me in advance, I would have definitely told you so that you wouldn't have made a wasted trip."

"..."

Zheng Xian looked at the staff who were smiling bitterly and fell into silence.

next second.

"Forget it, I won't go to the Sentinel Secret Service."

"You want to return home? I'll give you a safe place..."

"Go to Sanfeiju and meet the SHIELD commander."

He came here with a mission this time. He can't just go back home just because the federation is on holiday.

The federation has a holiday, but they in the East Country don’t.

Let me explain this in two different ways.

It was around one o'clock in the afternoon.

After enjoying a perfect Chinese meal, Locke and Esme drove to the Sentinel Special Service Headquarters in Washington, D.C.

The sentry at the door looked at the stopped red Chevrolet and walked over.

"Sir, please show me your ID."

"Give."

Locke rolled down the car window and handed over the new certificate he had just ordered this month.

The sentry took the ID and didn't take it seriously at first, but after seeing the contents of the ID, he subconsciously stood up and looked up at Locke sitting in the car.

next second.

The sentry said wait a moment, then quickly returned to the security room. After a while, the sentry almost trotted to the car and handed the ID to Locke with both hands: "Sir, your ID."

Locke took the ID, said thank you, then rolled up the car window and drove into the parking lot of the 85-story Sentinel Building in front of him.

Just as the car passed the safety line, there was a ding sound and the warning light on the top of the safety line lit up.

Generally speaking, when this warning light comes on, there is only one possibility.

Mutant!
but……

"Shit, Maren, tell the maintenance people that the warning light is broken again." The sentry who watched Locke drive in cursed and shouted to another person in the security house.

The window of the security room opened, and another sentry poked his head out: "No way, it was just repaired yesterday, how come it broke again?"

The Sentinel came back and looked at his companions: "Either the detector is broken, or the deputy director of the New York City Sentinel Operations or the woman next to him is a mutant. Maren, which one do you think it is?"

Mullen was stunned at first, then he looked at the sentry seriously: "The detector must be broken."

The sentry nodded in agreement: "I guess the detector is broken."

The lower levels of the federal government, especially those working in Washington, have a unified purpose in their actions.

Don't seek to be useful, but seek to avoid mistakes.

Either the detector was broken, or they were accusing a suspected mutant of being the deputy director of operations at the precinct.

If you guess correctly, it will be a great achievement.

But what if you guess wrong?
There is a price to pay for making groundless accusations against a powerful person.

But such a price is not something they can afford.

One word from the boss is enough to destroy their family.

not to mention……

They are Sentinels working at the Sentinel Headquarters in Washington, and they are much more aware of the existence of the Sentinel Investigation Bureau than the local Sentinels.

What about eliminating mutants to protect humans?

This is just to fool fools.

but……

The same thing happened in the lobby on the first floor of the Sentinel Headquarters.

Locke glanced at the detector that started flashing after he walked in, looked speechlessly at the sentry who stood up from his seat after seeing the detector light up, and smiled: "I thought the detector at the headquarters was of better quality than the detector in our branch."

The sentry smiled awkwardly and returned the certificate to Locke: "I'm sorry, sir, this simple detector often breaks down. I will call the sentry from the maintenance department to come and repair it. Director Andrew is already waiting for you in the office."

Hearing this, Locke shook his head, took back the ID, and then smiled at Esme beside him.

"Come on, honey."

"Ah."

"..."

(End of this chapter)