The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 188 Locke's Unofficial History Circulated in Europe
Brooklyn.

A dilapidated house that looks inconspicuous from the outside.

Locke withdrew his gaze from the dilapidated house and looked at Natasha who pulled him out of the sentry building.

"So… this is the wizard bar you were talking about?"

"Yes."

"How did you know this place?"

Locke frowned slightly: "There is no information here in the SHIELD database, or you didn't share all the information?"

If this really was a so-called wizard bar, he would have known it long ago.

But the information here is not in SHIELD's database.

“We didn’t hide it.”

Natasha looked at Locke with a serious expression and said, "In fact, I came back this time just to register this bar."

Locke didn't say anything, just looked at Natasha quietly.

Natasha laughed.

"Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you."

"I?"

"Yes. Ten days ago, didn't you have a big fight with witches on the Brooklyn Bridge and kill two of them?"

"Correct!"

"And then you found the biological parents of the two witches, and just like the previous times, you threw them directly into the mutant laboratory as consumables?"

"Right."

Locke admitted the incident without hesitation.

He does what he says.

I said that the witch family must be neat and tidy, so it must be neat and tidy.

The two witches were indeed orphans, but their biological parents were still alive. After he found them, he sent them directly to the mutant laboratory for treason without any hesitation to be used as consumables for William Stryker.

Natasha saw Locke nod, and then spread her hands: "After this incident happened, a witch named Chloe contacted us."

Locke frowned: "Why didn't you contact me?"

Natasha turned her face to the side, said nothing, and just looked at Locke quietly.

Locke looked at Natasha and understood immediately.

"Go on."

"Anyway, this witch named Chloe contacted us. And you happened to be looking for the tree-shaped witch. So, Hill asked me to come back from Europe to verify the authenticity of the information and prevent you from killing the witch who contacted us with great difficulty in a rage."

“…I’m not that cruel.”

"Other supernatural beings don't agree with your statement. Do you know what the vampires in Europe call you?"

"what?"

"tyrant."

"What a weird nickname."

"You are a vampire, so..."

"I'm not a vampire."

Locke interrupts Natasha again.

Natasha ignored him and glanced at Locke. After confirming that Locke would not interrupt again, she continued, "Anyway, the vampires in Europe think you are. And, do you know why they say you are cleaning up vampires on such a large scale?"

Locke thought about it.

"For world peace?"

"It is said that you and the Blood Ancestor are contemporaries, but you are enemies. You woke up earlier, so they plan to eliminate all the vampires of the Blood Ancestor in order to weaken the Blood Ancestor's power and prevent him from reviving."

"..."

Locke listened to Natasha's words, opened his mouth and fell silent.

It took him a long time to recover.

"European vampires...are their imaginations so wild?"

"There's something even more shocking, do you want to hear it?"

"Do not want to."

Locke said without hesitation, and then looked at the smile on Natasha's lips: "But even if I don't want to, you should still tell me."

Natasha nodded. "You are right. What's even more shocking is that the latest version of vampires circulating in Europe is a triangle story between you, the original tyrant, the original blood god, and the bloody queen Clarke."

Locke's expression was twisted into a frown.

"what?"

"They said that the three of you were from the same generation, and that you and the Blood God were pursuing Blood Queen Clarke together at the time. They said that Blood Queen Clarke was originally after you, but later she hooked up with the First Blood God, and the two of them teamed up to seal you away. That's why you targeted vampires and tree-like witches and killed them."

"Fuck Fuck!"

"Shocking news."

"..."

Locke was so upset that he even looked at Natasha's inquiring eyes and twitched his mouth: "Damn it, you don't believe it, do you?"

Natasha shook her head quickly.

"No, how is that possible?"

"Then what was that suspicious look you had just now? I saw it, Natasha."

"You're wrong."

Natasha looked at Locke with a serious expression, then changed the subject and said, "But someone does want me to confirm the truth of this rumor with you."

Locke took a deep breath.

"Who?"

"Hill."

Natasha said, then looked at Locke who seemed a little excited, and said quickly: "It's like this, Hill intends to use the reason of compiling the history of the extraordinary world to see if he can reconnect with several respected elders in the extraordinary world. It's okay if you don't say anything. The Dongguo descent who is responsible for compiling the extraordinary history said that he can put it in the unofficial history."

Unofficial history? The unofficial history that may not be official enough, but is definitely unofficial enough?

Locke's heart skipped a beat, his face changed drastically, and he shook his head like a rattle.

"No."

"Absolutely not."

"I don't even know the Ancestral Blood God or the Bloody Queen Clarke. This is nonsense. This is pure nonsense."

Being an Easterner in spirit.

Even though he is unlikely to die in this life, he still cares a lot about his reputation after death.

In a word.

I don't want to be remembered for thousands of years, but I can't be infamous for all eternity.

Again.

Locke glanced at Natasha and said, "With my looks and my clever words, if it was really me, then the one sealed up must be the Ancestral Blood God, not me."

Natasha listened to Locke's words, blinked, and nodded in agreement.

She planned to add this sentence when she talked to the Eastern-born book-writing agent.

After Locke finished speaking, he thought of the unfounded message circulating on the European continent and took a deep breath: "So, you SHIELD know about this rumor, but you are so indifferent and don't plan to do anything?"

"freedom of speech."

"That's what freedom of speech means when you tell the truth. This is fabrication. This is a malicious fabrication against me."

"They don't know either, and I'm here to verify it with you, right?"

"I……"

Locke looked at Natasha with a serious face, opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Damn tree-like witches and European vampires, wait for me, I will kill you all."

Natasha heard this and said quietly, "But if you do this, doesn't it prove the fact that you have a triangle relationship with the First Blood God and the Bloody Queen Clarke?"

Locke looked at Natasha.

Eyes facing each other.

Locke was silent.

"So what do you say we should do? Hold a press conference?"

"Do you think the federal government's credit is useful?"

"..."

Locke was completely silent.

at this time.

Natasha, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly had her eyes light up. She pointed at a woman wearing a black dress, smoky makeup, and a bun on her head who appeared across the street: "Chloe is out."

Hearing this, Locke looked in the direction Natasha pointed.

The two got out of the car.

Locke looked at the woman who was about to push the door to enter the dilapidated house across the street and shouted directly: "Chloe."

Chloe, who was about to go to the wizard bar to work, heard the voice and turned her head to look.

then……

She saw Locke walking towards her across the street.

Chloe's expression changed instantly.

She subconsciously wanted to escape.

Seeing this, Natasha quickly shouted, "Chloe, I'm from SHIELD, and I got your call."

Chloe then stopped and cast an uneasy look at Natasha, resisting the urge to escape and standing still.

Locke was speechless when he saw Chloe like this.

"Am I that scary?"

"What do you think, tyrant?"

Natasha told Locke's latest nickname, then took a few steps forward, came in front of Chloe first, showed her ID and handed it to Chloe.

Chloe glanced at Locke nervously while taking the ID handed over by Natasha. After confirming that it was from S.H.I.E.L.D., she breathed a sigh of relief and returned the ID to Natasha: "Come in and talk."

Done.

Chloe didn't dare to look at Locke. She opened the door and walked in.

Locke followed Natasha and looked at Chloe who was leading the two people in front and seemed to be heading underground: "Seriously, am I that scary?"

Natasha smiled slightly when she heard this and looked at Locke: "No, you are a kind father."

"Really?" Locke was overjoyed: "You also think I will be a kind father?"

Natasha laughed: "Yes, a kind father like Stalin."

Locke was completely silent.

Natasha laughed and did not stop to wait for Locke, whose defense she had broken, and followed Chloe.

Locke looked at the two people who were about to disappear and hurriedly chased after them.

soon.

After Chloe led the two of them down the stairs and a short corridor, the view suddenly became clear.

The wizard bar hidden in this dilapidated house instantly appeared in Locke's sight.

As you step into the bar, the first thing that catches your eye is the spacious space illuminated by warm lights. The walls are covered with all kinds of ancient magical instruments and mysterious symbols. Behind the bar are various bottles and jars, including rare magic potions and herbs, which exude a faint and exotic aroma, which reminds people of a witch's alchemy laboratory.

There are several beautifully carved wooden tables and chairs, with tarot cards, crystal balls and other divination tools often scattered on the tables.

Chloe led the two to the bar and sat down, then patted the sign next to it.

The originally dim sign lit up instantly.

Chloe then turned around, took a deep breath, looked at Locke, and said the first sentence of her conversation with Locke.

"I know you, you are the original tyrant!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)