The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 147 New Year, New Atmosphere! (15 Please order the whole thing!)

Holiday time always passes quickly.

As Locke and Esme returned to New York City from Washington, D.C., it felt like only two days had passed and the annual long vacation was over.

Early in the morning.

Locke took Esme, who had changed into her stewardess uniform, to Kennedy Airport.

He looked at his wife who was about to drag her suitcase into the terminal and felt reluctant to let her go.

"Honey, can you please not leave?"

"I'm sorry, my annual leave is all used up, but I promise that as soon as I have time, I will come back to be with you, dear."

Esme put down the suitcase with a smile, then gave Locke a sweet kiss. After letting go, she added with a smile: "Of course, if you think my return does not disturb you."

Locke laughed and expressed his loyalty quickly: "My dear, you know me well. In my heart, you will always be in the middle."

Esme smiled widely, placed her right hand on Locke's chest, and looked up at Locke with her eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

“Just in the middle?”

"With just one word from you, it can be all yours."

"Really?"

"I promise, just one word from you."

Locke looked at Esme with a serious expression and made his promise without any hesitation.

It seemed that as long as Esme said so, he would break up with any woman except Esme in the next second.

No matter whether he thinks so or not, in a word.

Sometimes women don’t really need your explanation. In fact, what they really want is your attitude.

Attitude is important.

Esme was very satisfied with Locke's attitude. She gave him another sweet kiss and then looked away: "I'm leaving. Be good, dear."

Locke nodded: "I will."

Esme smiled slightly, then picked up the suitcase again, turned around, and walked into the terminal with the suitcase.

Locke stood there until his wife completely disappeared from his sight, then he turned and walked towards the black Audi A8 parked not far away.

soon.

The Audi A8's engine roared, and with the roar of the engine, Locke drove the Audi A8 quickly away from the airport, and then sped towards the New York Sentinel Secret Service Building.

After half an hour.

Sentinel Special Service Building, forty-fourth floor.

Office of the State Director of Operations.

Ding!
The elevator door opens.

In the office area, the clerical sentinels sitting at their seats all looked up and pricked up their ears when they heard the elevator door open.

next second.

Locke walked out of the elevator wearing a well-tailored black suit. The fabric was high-grade and smooth, and the flowing lines outlined his muscular figure. Under the lapel of the suit, the collar of his white shirt and the exquisite crimson tie were faintly visible.

Seeing this, everyone stood up from their seats.

"director!"

There were obviously twelve people, but their movements were in unison, and only the word "supervisor" echoed on the 44th floor.

no way.

On the first day of the new supervisor’s appointment, they must leave a good impression on the new supervisor. What if the new supervisor thinks they miss their old boss?
Considering that the previous supervisor committed suicide out of fear of punishment because he colluded with mutants, being fired by the new supervisor is a good choice.

What if the new supervisor doesn't like them and directly labels them as "remnants of the previous dynasty"?

By then, there will be no place to cry.

Locke, who was originally looking down and thinking about something, was also startled by the sudden question mark.

Then he looked up and saw the twelve sentinels standing at their seats, trying to stand straight, smiling, and showing their energy and spirit.

correct.

Now I am his too.

Locke looked at it for a moment and smiled.

"Not bad, very good, very energetic."

"Thank you, supervisor!"

Once again, the twelve worked together.

"Get to work."

"Yes."

Just like an earthquake, the twelve people sat down without any hesitation.

Locke then turned right and walked directly towards the office of the Deputy Director of Independent State Operations, which occupied almost one-fifth of the forty-fourth floor not far away.

open the door.

He saw an acquaintance.

Debbie, wearing a dark grey women's suit that fits her figure perfectly and with her blonde hair tied into a high ponytail, is like a hard-working little bee, carrying various things from the cardboard boxes nearby to fill her new desk.

Jack sat on a seat that had not been tidied yet, and took a selfie with his new ID in his hand with a proud look on his face.

"From now on, please call me Senior Special Sentinel Agent."

"..."

Jack, who had just finished editing the text and was about to upload it to the social network along with his selfie, was suddenly stunned when he heard the voice behind him.

next second.

He turned his head and looked.

Locke smiled and said, "Hello, Senior Special Sentinel Agent."

"Boss!"

Jack stood up quickly, and his resentful eyes instantly fell on Debbie who was watching the scene with a smile.

Debbie rolled her eyes at Jack.

God can testify that she received the hint and reminded Jack when Locke walked into the building.

But Jack turned a deaf ear and continued taking selfies, so who can be blamed?

However, Locke did not say anything. Instead, he smiled and looked at Debbie and Jack, who had been with him since he started his business at the Sentinel Secret Service: "Have you finished moving everything?"

Jack was about to nod.

Debbie had already taken a head start.

"Everything has been moved up. According to your preference, a wine cabinet and bar counter have been reserved for you in the office."

"pretty."

Locke glanced at his own office not far away, said something, and then looked at the other two empty desks in the room: "What are these two desks for?"

Jack got ahead of Debbie this time.

"Boss, the deputy director of state operations has two operations and information team leaders and two deputy team leaders."

"hehe."

Locke smiled when he heard this: "With two team leaders like you, why do I still need a deputy team leader?" The same thing.

When it comes to subordinates, it’s better to have none than to have too few.

After he received the good news of Director Andrew's promotion in Washington, he immediately promoted Jack to the position of Assistant Operations Chief of the Deputy Director of State Operations, and promoted Debbie to the position of Assistant Information Chief of the Deputy Director of State Operations.

These two positions are not formal positions.

but……

This position follows the Deputy Director of State Operations.

In a word.

These two positions are the confidants of the Deputy Director of State Operations.

One is responsible for internal affairs.

One is responsible for field work.

The man works outside and the woman works inside, so the work is not tiring.

and so……

What does he need two deputy team leaders for?
Jack heard this and immediately made a bitter face: "Boss, this is a state matter."

Locke looked at Jack's crying face and raised his eyebrows: "Why, can't you do it?"

Jack shook his head quickly.

"of course not."

"what is that."

"But I'm alone."

Jack continued to grimace.

He actually wanted to say that he could handle it even if he was alone.

The basis for saying this is that Locke, the deputy director of operations, actually performs his duties instead of throwing all the responsibilities to him and Debbie.

But he didn't dare say this.

Locke looked at Debbie beside him: "Debbie, what about you?"

Debbie said expressionlessly, "Boss, I can give up the apartment I rented."

Locke was slightly stunned.

"After you give up the apartment, where are you going to live? Are you planning to live with Jack?"

"Do not."

Debbie said seriously, "If I'm alone, I don't think I'll have time to go back to the apartment, so I plan to sleep here."

She was solely responsible for summarizing all information for the entire New York State action team, and also had to act as an invisible operations director to help Locke sign various documents.

But it's okay.

As for time, if you squeeze it, you can always find it.

Jack opened his mouth wide and looked at Debbie who was rolled to the bottom. He couldn't help swallowing and looked at Locke with horror.

Boss, although I often say that the bureau is my home, I really don’t want to stay in the bureau 24 hours a day.

Locke was silent as he listened to Debbie's speech.

He really wanted to see a joking look on Debbie's face.

Unfortunately, no.

Locke sighed.

"Recruit people."

"Boss is wise!"

"Boss, I can do it alone."

Debbie looked at Locke seriously, completely ignoring the crazy expression on Jack's face who was holding his head with both hands.

Locke looked at Debbie, who was full of seriousness, and said with a smile: "You want to tire yourself to death, but I don't want you to be tired to death. Okay, let's hire someone."

Jack had a post-holiday look on his face.

Debbie sighed, as if she was unwilling that she could not devote herself to the cause until her death.

Locke then looked at the two of them and said, "However, I'm recruiting you two to share your work anyway. You two can decide for yourself, but you know my requirements."

"Got it, boss, loyalty!" This is what Jack said.

"I know, it's pleasing to the eyes." This is what Debbie said.

To sum up, it is loyal and pleasing to the eye.

Locke was very satisfied with Jack's answer, and as for Debbie, she added: "No, Xiao Hei."

Anyway, he already has a little black in his special operations team.

One is enough, and it is correct enough anyway.

Tsk.

Thinking of this, Locke suddenly discovered another hidden advantage of the blade.

Grandpa was right indeed.

Xiaohei is not only cheap, but also easy to use.

Locke smiled slightly and did not continue to discuss the selection of deputy team leader. After all, whoever recruits is responsible.

He looked directly at Jack.

"Jack."

"Boss."

"After you pack up your things, take a few people out to find out the details of the thefts in several banks."

As Locke spoke, he walked towards his office, intending to take a look at the wine cabinet and bar that belonged to his own office.

but……

"Boss, no, there's no one."

"what?"

Locke stopped and looked at Jack, somewhat speechless: "What are those twelve people outside?"

Debbie answered quickly.

"Boss, those twelve people outside are internal sentinels, responsible for relaying operations throughout the state."

"Doesn't the deputy director of operations have his own direct operations team?"

"They were all taken to the mutant lab."

"What are you doing?"

"do research."

Jack thought for a moment, looked at Locke, and added: "Being studied!"

Locke: “…”

(End of this chapter)