The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 17 Go to Natasha's Hometown Overnight
A thud.

The bedroom door was pushed open, and then the two people who were entangled with each other were thrown directly onto the two-meter-long bed.

Locke and Natasha both lay on the bed.

Natasha rolled over.

"Do you want to go home and take a look?" Natasha asked while biting Locke's ear.

Locke thought about it and nodded: "I haven't been there for a long time, it's okay to go and take a look."

talking.

Locke opened the door of the Audi A8, took Natasha with him, and drove towards Natasha's home.

Natasha's home was originally in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

But so many years have passed, and the trees on the mountain have long disappeared.

It's not because of time that the trees disappeared naturally, but because Natasha often found professional lumberjacks to trim the trees on the mountain.

Although it is bald, it has a unique beauty.

Natasha led Locke along a stream toward home: "You have to stay a little longer this time."

Locke nodded and said, "Of course."

open the door.

Although there were some marks on the steps outside the house, the inside was clean, comfortable and tidy, and there was no smell of decay.

It can be seen that Natasha is a home-loving person and comes back often to visit.

but……

Locke frowned slightly and asked, "Have you brought anyone here recently?"

Natasha rolled her eyes at Locke and said, "I haven't brought anyone else here since you came."

Locke nodded and looked around the room.

“Then why is there no dust here?”

"Can't I just come back by myself?"

Natasha sighed: "Since you got married, if I want to come back, I can only come back by myself."

Locke believed this and looked up at the rooftop.

"The roof seems to be leaking."

"is it?"

Natasha looked up and said, "There's a stream next to it. The air is humid today. It's probably going to rain."

Locke reached out his hand and felt the room, then nodded.

"It is indeed going to rain, and it looks like it is going to rain heavily."

"rainstorm."

Natasha corrected.

The words fell.

Heavy rain came down.

Seeing this, Natasha quickly led Locke to the bedroom inside the house: "It's raining outside, go into the bedroom and take a rest."

Locke hummed.

It looks like the rain won't stop any time, so it might be a good idea to take a break.

the next day.

early morning.

Natasha, who was not wearing tights but a men's T-shirt, walked out of the bedroom and looked at Locke who was already at the bar, and greeted him with a smile.

"morning."

"morning."

Locke looked up at Natasha who had just woken up, smiled, and put the breakfast he had just made on the bar: "Breakfast is ready, eat it quickly."

Natasha walked towards the bar and sat on the barstool.

"I'm indeed a little hungry."

"drink wine?"

Locke pointed at Bourbon beside him.

Natasha raised an eyebrow and asked, "Can I drink during work hours?"

Locke shrugged: "It didn't work last year, but it works this year."

Last year he was a junior agent with no autonomy.

But this year he is a senior agent, leading the team alone.

Natasha grabbed the bread with egg in it and waved her hand: "You can, but I can't. I have something to do later." Locke thought of Blade Warrior when he heard this.

"Eric Brooks?"

"..."

Locke looked at Natasha who was silent and staring at him and explained, "That guy is so cool, I have to find out who he is."

Natasha smiled and said, "Do you understand?"

Locke smiled and said, "What I can see is not what you want us to see."

Eric Brooks, aka Blade.

He found the information of Blade Warrior.

but……

A fake look.

Locke only took a glance and was certain that the information Blade Warrior had put on the table had been carefully disguised by professionals.

Natasha finished her breakfast, picked up the hot coffee beside her, drank it all, and looked at Locke seriously: "Now that we have come to this point, Locke, I hope you can hand over this case and don't get involved in it."

Locke did not refuse and looked at Natasha seriously.

"Give me a reason, a reason that will make me give up on personally avenging my men."

"They are vampires, not something you can deal with. Besides, this is not within your jurisdiction."

"Brown doesn't think so."

Locke shook his head and said, "Besides, even if it's a vampire, so what? Can it be more difficult to deal with than a mutant?"

It is true that SHIELD has extensive experience in dealing with supernatural creatures.

But so are their Sentinel Secret Service.

Natasha said in a deep voice: "Vampires are different from mutants. Compared to mutants who live alone, vampires are social animals."

Locke shook his head, unmoved.

"It's impossible to hand it over."

"Lo..."

"But we can work together."

Locke interrupted Natasha who was trying to argue and said with a smile: "Five people died in my case. There is no way I can hand this case over. If I hand it over, I can retire early."

No one would be willing to work for a boss who wouldn't help them avenge themselves if they died.

Even if the dead person was Brown's man.

But Brown and he are all-weather strategic allies.

But if he really gave up the case, his relationship with Brown would definitely reach freezing point, or even break down.

And there are some other reasons.

and so!
Even if he wanted to hand over this case to SHIELD, it would be impossible for him to do so.

Natasha frowned as she listened to Locke's words but said nothing.

Locke drank his third glass of Thunder Bourbon in the morning and looked at Natasha who was frowning and thinking, and he also didn't say anything.

He didn't want to give up the case, but he was also jealous of the extraordinary points that Blade Warrior had earned.

So combining and cooperating seems to be a good choice.

Natasha thought about it and looked up at Locke who was waiting for her reply.

"What kind of cooperation method?"

"Of course, we share what we have."

Locke said so, then looked at Natasha and said with a smile: "If I guess correctly, your bureau would not send you here just because an informant died."

The death of an informant is not worth the entire SHIELD Trident appearing in New York City.

For law enforcement agencies, informants are like a piece of toilet paper. When this piece of toilet paper is used up, they can just replace it with another one.

Natasha frowned and said nothing.

She was considering whether to tell them what they knew so far.

Locke did not force it and took back Natasha's finished plate and put it in the sink.

after awhile.

Natasha came back to her senses and looked at Locke again: "Can you make the decision?"

Locke smiled when he heard this.

"I can't, but I know someone who can."

"..."

(End of this chapter)