The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 154: Black Witch Bennett! (35, please order the whole thing!)

Schenectady.

A small city located in western New York State, with no fame and a population of less than 30,000.

The black Audi A8 sped along the road, heading towards the small town of Schenectady.

Locke drove.

Natasha was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the tablet in her hand.

"According to SHIELD information, this black witch named Bonley Oaks is in the small town of Schenectady ahead."

"you sure?"

Hearing this, Locke, who was driving, looked at Natasha with a hint of amusement: "Last time we went to Cold Spring, and the time before that we went to Hyde Park, and the time before that we went to Rochester, you seemed to have said the same thing."

The results of it?
Ghost black witch.

He had been wandering outside with Natasha for nearly half a month, but he had hardly seen any black witches, let alone a black woman.

Locke was speechless.

"Don't you guys update the SHIELD information?"

"Hey, can you blame me? I didn't expect this to happen."

Natasha was unhappy and said to Locke, "You don't understand these supernatural beings. They are just willing to obey human laws, but that doesn't mean they will. In addition, Nick Fury harassed them after he came to power. Hill had no choice but to modify this covenant because he was afraid that it would arouse the rebellious psychology of the supernatural beings."

Originally, SHIELD needed to update the settlement of extraordinary creatures willing to settle in human society every six months.

But because of Nick Fury's rise to power and his harassment, this rule had to be cancelled.

The question is that although Nick Fury has come to power, he cannot stay in this position until his death. Abolishing this rule is also to enable the future Director of SHIELD to rely on the remaining relationships to re-establish contact with the extraordinary world.

result……

As time goes by, the black witches on the SHIELD list seem to have moved away again.

Locke and Natasha looked at each other.

next second.

The two said in unison.

"Damn you Nick Fury."

"..."

However, no matter how much you whip the corpse, the work still needs to be done.

Locke sighed as he drove into the small town in front of him.

"I hope the black witch here is a homebody."

"hope so."

Although this matter was ultimately Nick Fury's fault, Natasha, who had been wandering around with Locke for almost half a month without finding a black witch, sighed with a guilty conscience.

soon.

The black Audi A8 slowly stopped in front of a store with a sign that read "Mysterious Herbs".

The two sat in the car and looked towards the mysterious herbal medicine shop.

The door number is simple and crude.

but……

“It’s not an empty house.”

"There's someone inside."

Locke's eyes lit up, and he looked at Natasha, whose eyes also lit up. Then he got out of the car and walked towards the entrance of the mysterious herbal medicine shop.

But the store door was locked.

Natasha raised her hand and knocked on the door.

after awhile.

An old black woman with a dark complexion and looking somewhat old appeared in the sight of the two men.

The old black woman opened the door, looked at Locke and Natasha at the door, and finally fixed her eyes on Locke.

Natasha didn't notice and said, "Bonley Oaks?"

The old black woman looked at Natasha.

Natasha took out her SHIELD ID.

The old black woman's eyes fell on the SHIELD ID, then looked at Natasha.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes."

"You may come in."

"Thanks... huh?"

Natasha was slightly stunned. Just when she was about to say something, she saw the old black woman turned around and left.

Locke and Natasha looked at each other, and Locke didn't care that the old black woman didn't invite him, and he just followed Natasha in.

When Locke walked into the store, the old black woman paused, then walked in front again, leading the two of them to the small garden behind the shop.

There are many plants whose names I can’t tell in the small garden.

Some plants even have a unique fragrance.

Natasha curiously approached a flower that looked like a trumpet when it bloomed but had a deep fragrance.

At this time, the old black woman came out with a pot of tea.

"Be careful. If you inhale too much of Zijera's flowers, you will become addicted and unwilling to return to reality."

"……Feel sorry."

Natasha quickly withdrew, said sorry, and then sat down on the wooden bench in the small garden with Locke.

The old black woman poured two cups of tea and handed them to the two men.

Natasha thanked her.

After saying thank you, Locke looked at the tea containing verbena in his hand and was sure that he had come to the right place.

Natasha took a sip of tea, then looked at the old black woman and told her purpose.

"Ms. Oaks, I'm sorry to bother you, but we went to a few other places and they had all moved away."

"You mean Cavot and the others?"

"Correct."

"They didn't move, they died."

"Ok?"

Natasha was slightly stunned when she heard the answer, and looked at the old black woman in front of her: "Dead?"

Oaks said: "They were almost 500 years old, so their death was not normal. They transferred the shop to me before they died. I didn't want to trouble them all, so I just sold them all." While speaking, Oaks' eyes were always on Locke, who was holding the teacup but not drinking.

Locke felt the old black woman's gaze and took a sip of the tea in the cup with an expressionless face. The tea contained verbena that was enough to hurt vampires.

But he does not have the weaknesses of the vampires, so to him, this is just a cup of ordinary tea with a slight odor.

but……

Locke could feel that after the old black woman in front of him saw him drink the tea without any harm, her sunken eyes seemed to sparkle even more magically.

at this time.

Natasha also stated the purpose of her visit: "Ms. Oaks, there is something we would like your help with."

After saying that, Natasha looked at Locke and signaled that Locke could tell her the purpose of their visit this time.

Locke looked at the old black woman and didn't bother to beat around the bush, so he directly stated the purpose of his visit.

"My power is inexplicably draining away, and I hope to get your help in finding out the source of the draining away."

"..."

Natasha, who was standing by, heard this and her eyes narrowed. She looked at Locke and took a breath of cold air: "You lied to me, and you still said you are not..."

Locke looked at Natasha.

"I'm not a vampire."

"Then you are a vampire."

"I'm sorry, but that's not it."

"That……"

"Ms. Oaks can vouch for me. As everyone knows, no matter if they are vampires or blood races, they dare not drink this cup of tea with verbena, but I am not afraid. So, I am not a vampire or a blood race, so what's the problem?"

Locke argued convincingly.

Again.

He doesn't have the weaknesses of vampires or even vampires, so why do you say he is a vampire or a vampire?

Natasha subconsciously looked at the old black woman Oaks.

She was not an authority on identifying vampires, but the black witch Oaks in front of her was an authority.

Oaks listened to Locke's purpose of coming and looked at him with undisguised curiosity and inquiry.

"What are you!"

"Locke, Locke Underwood, Deputy Chief of Operations for the New York State Sentinel Secret Service."

"No, I didn't ask you that."

“That’s the only answer I have.”

Locke smiled as he looked at the black witch Oaks who was trying to ask him what kind of new species he belonged to and said, "I come here with courtesy and sincerity, hoping to get your help."

Well known.

He never judges people by appearance.

Locke didn't want to oust Nick Fury because of his skin color.

He kicked Nick Fury out of office simply because Nick Fury was stupid and was bad to him, so he did it.

But look at Blade.

Did Locke dislike Blade because of the color of his skin?

No.

He did not.

On the contrary, he valued Blade Warrior and made him the deputy captain of this operation.

In a word.

Locke admires capable people.

Regardless of skin color.

not to mention……

He still needs help from others right now.

The black witch Oaks listened to Locke's words and did not respond immediately. Instead, she changed the subject and looked at Locke and Natasha: "I have lived for almost four hundred years."

Natasha understood immediately: "Ms. Oaks, we can promise that we will never harass you again for the rest of your life."

The black witch Oaks shook her head: "No, I mean, I can live longer."

Natasha was stunned.

"Didn't you just say something else..."

"That's because they are tired of living. I'm not tired of living."

The black witch Oaks said so, without looking at Natasha who had a strange look on her face, but set her eyes on Locke: "But I have lived for so long, and I have never seen anyone like you."

Locke shrugged.

“I am unique.”

"Yes, you are very special. I can feel the strong power of the vampires in you, but you can ignore the rule that 'vampires cannot enter the house without the invitation of the owner' and the setting that 'verbena is the natural nemesis of vampires'."

"I'm not a vampire."

Locke's answer was as usual, without any guilt.

Natasha, who was standing by, suddenly remembered why Oaks had only invited her into the house before entering.

It is said that the ancestors of the vampires once signed an agreement with the gods.

In order to survive, vampires must suck blood. Humans are protected by God, so they cannot come to the door without an invitation. This is to protect humans. It is rumored that if a vampire takes the initiative to come in, he will die faster than being exposed to the sun because he is exposed to the holy light of God.

The black witch Oaks looked at Locke seriously.

"I can help you, but the condition is that you must leave your blood."

"it is good."

"You agree?"

Locke agreed readily, but the black witch Oaks became curious: "Aren't you afraid that I will use your blood to curse you?"

Locke looked at the black witch Oaks with a smile.

"will not."

"You are very confident, which reminds me of another..."

"Because you dare to do this, I dare you to die early."

"..."

(End of this chapter)