The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 205 Locke's few extraordinary connections

St. Patrick's Cathedral.

A neo-Gothic church located on the east side of Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, facing Rockefeller Center.

no doubt.

This is a luxurious church. Especially at night, when the lights are turned on, this church not only does not have any ancient flavor, but instead exudes an ultimate luxury.

but……

I'm afraid no one would have thought that the magic prison where the Dolan Church imprisoned wizards was located under this church.

soon.

The Sentinelese special agents and SHIELD agents arrived at the scene first, and then with a bang, they broke open the door of the church and swarmed in.

The bishop and priests in the church were stunned when they saw the Sentinel agents and SHIELD agents coming in fully armed and murderous.

"This……"

"Shhh."

Locke made a hushing gesture towards the bishop who was walking towards him with a forced smile, and then said, "One question, is the magic prison of the Dolan Church located here?"

The bishop was slightly stunned, then smiled.

"Sir, how is this possible? What kind of magic is this..."

"take away."

Locke didn't say anything and waved without looking back.

moment.

Two special agents came over, one holding one side of the bishop and dragged him outside.

The bishop was completely dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing, I am from the Vatican..."

"and many more."

The two sentinel agents stopped and turned to look at Locke.

Locke looked at the bishop who was trapped, and smiled at the two sentinels: "If he says any nonsense, just smash his mouth."

Vatican?
Ah.

He has several divisions.

I am the Deputy Director of Operations in New York State, in charge of thirty-six action teams and two special investigation teams.

God?

If God breaks the law, I will arrest him.

"Drag it out."

"Yes!"

The two sentinels were shocked for a moment, then they dragged the bishop outside.

The bishop instinctively wanted to open his mouth.

next second.

Snapped!
A big punch from the Sentinel directly awakened the Bishop. The ones who came here to arrest him were not the New York Police Department, but the Sentinel Special Service, which is famous for killing mutants.

soon.

The distraught bishop was dragged out.

Locke's gaze fell on the two priests who were trembling beside them.

"Two of you, who comes first?"

"Whoever tells me first where the entrance to the magic prison is, I will arrange a private room for him."

The words fell.

The pastor on the left was perked up and subconsciously pointed to a small wooden door on the right side of the pulpit.

The pastor on the right reacted and also pointed in that direction.

pity.

He's too slow.

Locke smiled.

"This one, put it in the special interrogation holding room."

"This, drag it out."

Four sentinels stepped forward, two of them politely escorted the priest on the left away, while the other two directly picked up the priest on the right and walked out.

Locke then walked towards the wooden door.

Seeing this, Natasha said to Chloe, who was in a trance beside her, "Let's go."

Chloe came back to her senses, nodded repeatedly, and followed the two men.

After opening the wooden door, there is a set of curved stairs leading downwards. Following the stairs, you will soon arrive at an underground space that looks large but has a somewhat depressing atmosphere.

Look around.

The most eye-catching thing is the stone table made of two stone platforms, one large and one small, one high and one low.

There is a line of words engraved in ancient English on the stone table.

Locke glanced at it and read out what the line of Old English was trying to convey.

"The Witches' Council."

"You also know Old English?"

Natasha looked at Locke in surprise: "Why haven't I heard you say that before?"

Locke retracted his gaze and chuckled, "How refreshing! Don't you know that I'm a top student who graduated from Harvard Law School?"

Natasha also smiled when she heard this: "I also knew that you were on Harvard's address book after graduation, but after you went to the Sentinel Secret Service, Harvard took you off the address book. I wonder if they have put you back on now."

Locke deadpanned, "I'm not the kind of person who really wants to reminisce about the past."

Natasha smiled but said nothing.

Let's say that.

A top student who graduated from Harvard Law School went straight to join the Sentinelese Secret Service after graduation, which is a disgrace to the sect that has cultivated eight presidents.

So after Locke graduated, his name was urgently removed from the directory of outstanding alumni before it even became popular.

at this time.

Carlo, who had just come down from the side, was shocked by the strong magic power around him. He came to his senses and said, "I can sense that there is a strong magic power here, and..."

While talking.

Carloi's eyes fell on what looked like a bare stone wall directly opposite the group. "There is a large magical space here."

Hearing this, Natasha looked at Carloy curiously.

"How big is the large magic space?"

"Uh……"

Carloi shook his head first, then frowned and said, "I don't know, but it must be big." Locke spoke up and repeated the spell that the witch used to open the magic prison three times to Carloi, just like before: "Can it be opened?"

Carloy said seriously: "I'll try."

talking.

Carloyi walked directly to the bare stone wall. She first touched the stone wall in front of her with her hand, feeling the magical fluctuations that seemed to be integrated with the stone wall, and then slowly closed her eyes.

next second.

A slight tremor was heard, and then the tremor intensified. After a while, the entire underground space seemed to start shaking.

Countless little sun-shaped light bulbs began to shake above everyone's heads.

But the shock came and went quickly.

Because Carlo stopped moving.

She turned to look at Locke and shook her head, "No, we need a dark wizard to open this magic space."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

What he saw in the witch's memory was that the witch opened the magic prison alone with ease.

Carloy explained: "This magic space is very large, so I used black magic to stabilize and suppress it. I don't know black magic, so I need a dark wizard to cooperate with me to open this magic prison."

Yes.

That witch is proficient in several kinds of magic.

hiss.

At that time, I had one more reason to kill her. If I really sold the witch and let her run away, who knows how much trouble it would bring me.

Locke said to himself, touched his chin, thought for a while, and looked at Carloy.

"Do you know any dark wizards?"

"No."

Carloy shook his head and said, "Dark wizards are the targets of the Dolan Church's open crackdown. I don't think there is a single dark wizard in the entire city of New York."

Hearing this, Locke nodded, took out his cell phone and called Debbie.

"Boss."

"Check whether there are any dark wizards or those proficient in dark magic in the list of wizards registered on both sides tonight."

"Hold on."

Debbie on the other end of the phone said something, then shook her head after a while and said, "Boss, no, I just asked, and the wizards who came to register said that those who knew black magic in New York City had already run away, because the wizard hunters of the Dolan Church like to hunt down those who know black magic the most."

Obviously both white magic and black magic are magic, and there is no distinction between good and bad at the beginning.

It was the Holy See that first proposed that black magic was bad, and as a result, now wizards who practice black magic have to hide themselves and dare not use it openly.

Locke listened to Debbie's answer, hummed, and hung up the phone without saying anything.

next second.

He looked at Debbie who was looking at him expectantly, thought for a moment, and called Catherine who was in New Orleans.

"Hey, honey."

"Do you know any wizards who can do the dark arts?"

"dark magic?"

Catherine, who was in New Orleans, was stunned when she heard this, and then said, "Are you trying to communicate with hell?"

Locke asked curiously, "Can black magic communicate with hell?"

This was the first time he had heard of it.

Catherine smiled.

"Of course, the origin of black magic is hell, otherwise why would it be called black magic?"

"Do you know anyone?"

"I know a voodoo witch."

"Voodoo?"

Locke raised an eyebrow and said to Chloe, "How about a voodoo witch?"

Chloe opened her mouth and shook her head: "Voodoo is not black magic. Although voodoo is also classified as black magic, it is not."

Locke nodded.

"No."

"Then I don't know you. But why do you want a dark wizard? Nowadays, even if there are dark wizards, they won't openly tell others that they are dark wizards."

"It takes someone who knows dark magic to open something."

Locke spoke the truth, then shook his head and said, "Okay, I'll look somewhere else to see if I can find it."

This is all the connections he has in the extraordinary world now.

If it doesn't work, wait until you find the black magician and then open the magic prison.

Anyway, he has already obtained the heart of the Bloody Queen Clarke, so this operation is perfect for him.

Again.

The magic prison is right here, and there is no way to escape.

Just as Locke was thinking about hanging up the phone, Catherine's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Actually, you know someone who knows the dark arts."

"I know?"

Locke was slightly stunned, and went through the names of all the people he had come into contact with in the extraordinary world in his mind.

"who."

"Bonnie."

"Bonnie who?"

"The black witch in the waterfall, my doppelganger's best friend."

"Oh!"

Locke suddenly realized, and the little black witch who only knew how to give but not how to return emerged in his mind: "Yes, I remember that she seemed to know black magic, but why didn't I think of it just now?"

Catherine shrugged.

"do not know."

"Okay, I understand, thank you."

"You're welcome. By the way, I bought you a few shirts here. I think they suit you very well. I've sent them back. Remember to check them."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"..."

(End of this chapter)