The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 36 Conversation in the Women's Restroom
Locke ignored Brown's hesitant look and stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

only……

Just as he walked into the corner of the bathroom, a force came from the women's bathroom.

Before he could react, he was pulled into the cubicle of the women's bathroom.

Boom!
The compartment door is closed.

When Locke came to his senses, he saw Natasha closing the cubicle door with her right foot, and then sitting on his lap and hugging his neck.

And he sat on the toilet.

This... is worse than a wall-bang.

The corner of Locke's mouth twitched, and then he looked at Natasha, who was hugging his neck and looking at him lovingly, and greeted her.

"Hi!"

"Hi?"

Natasha raised her eyebrows, and just as she was about to speak, her eyes fell on Locke's chest, and then looked at Locke: "Are you hurt?"

As she spoke, Natasha took hold of Locke's coat and unbuttoned his shirt.

Locke couldn't stop Natasha, and was too lazy to stop her, so he looked down at his wound.

into the eye.

The wound that had originally exposed the bone had healed, leaving only a red mark.

Natasha reached out and touched it, then looked at Locke.

"What happened?"

"vampire?"

"Ah."

Natasha frowned.

She also knew that Locke had been naming the vampires in the past month.

only……

Natasha was puzzled: "Your equipment for dealing with vampires is more professional than ours, how come you are still injured?"

This is the truth.

She was also curious, because before Nick Fury came to power, SHIELD's research and development of equipment was still remarkable.

But since Nick Fury came to power and increased investment in scientific research, the Scientific Equipment Department has rarely produced new equipment.

Take the UV bullet for example.

Look at the Sentinel Secret Service. People place an order on the same day, and there is no need to wait for a whole day. The Sentinel Secret Service can get it done in just one night.

What about S.H.I.E.L.D.?
Forget about the holy water bomb, even the ultraviolet bullet has not been developed by SHIELD even after a month.

The answer is that scientific research takes time.

I need your grandma's legs.

Natasha seriously suspected that the funds allocated by the bureau were embezzled by those guys.

But she had no evidence.

Locke adjusted his sitting position on the toilet, looked at his Natasha and said, "This is a little special tonight."

Natasha frowned and asked, "How special is it?"

Locke shrugged.

"Dickon Frost."

"Oh...wait...who?"

Natasha was slightly stunned, and looked at Locke who bared his teeth involuntarily: "Who are you talking about?"

Locke said nothing.

He is in some pain now.

Natasha looked at Locke's expression and rolled her eyes at him.

"Okay, let's talk."

"Dickon Frost is dead."

"what?"

Natasha's eyes widened, "Are you sure that Dickon Frost, the vampire leader, is really dead or faking his death?"

Locke shrugged: "Almost exactly."

He couldn't be too accurate about this kind of thing.

After all, he was in a coma and did not witness Dickon Frost's death.

Natasha clicked her tongue twice in shock, then looked at Locke with a sigh in her tone.

"You Sentinel Secret Service are really a bunch of lunatics. Aren't you afraid that if Dickon Frost dies, the vampires in the city will riot?" "Uh..."

Locke opened his mouth, looked at Natasha, and hesitated to speak.

"Hiss, light..."

"explain."

"Ok."

Locke sighed, hugged Natasha with both hands and shook his head.

"I won't tell you now, but you will know tomorrow. If nothing unexpected happens, it was Blade who killed Dickon Frost."

"what?"

"Boom!"

Natasha stood up in shock and looked at Locke: "Blade?"

Fortunately, I had foresight.

but……

Locke looked at Natasha who had stood up: "Can you sit down first?"

Natasha sneered at Locke, who looked helpless: "You want us to take the blame?"

She's a secret agent.

It's still the top kind.

She felt something was wrong when Locke hugged her just now, and as soon as these words came out, she was 100% sure.

If there is a vampire riot in New York City, the blame will definitely be put on S.H.I.E.L.D. by the Sentinelese Secret Service.

The question is who made it possible for the Blade who killed Deacon Frost to be a member of your SHIELD.

what?
Temporary worker?
That's also a temporary worker for your SHIELD.

Natasha laughed in anger, looking at Locke who was trying to make them take the blame and then asked her to sit down again: "Believe it or not, I will chop him up."

Locke was somewhat speechless: "Didn't you hear what I just said? If I really wanted you to take the blame, would I say that Blade might have killed Deacon?"

Natasha frowned when she heard this.

"what happened."

"Sit down first. Standing makes you tired. So do I."

"..."

Natasha was silent for a while and sat down again.

"You can talk now."

"That's what happened."

Locke did what he said, and spoke intermittently, telling him that Dickon Frost had asked him to meet him during the day, and then he thought that this was a joint operation, so he notified Blade, and then he talked about what happened at the scene.

He didn't hide anything.

Because that's the truth.

Natasha's face was already flushed at this moment.

"So... you didn't see Dickon Frost really die?"

"Correct."

Locke nodded and told the truth: "But Blade is sure that the ashes belong to Dicken, but he also said that he doesn't remember."

after awhile.

Natasha seemed to have thought of something, and lowered her head to Locke and said, "You just said that there is one less vampire at the scene?"

Locke adjusted his breathing and said, "Well, only Dicken's fangs were found at the scene, but his vampire servant was not found."

correct.

What was that vampire's name?

Quinn?

That's what the Blade Warrior called him.

"You just said that the vampire's name was Quinn?"

"That's what the blade is called."

"hiss!"

Natasha stood up and took a deep breath. "You didn't see it with your own eyes, and Blade said he didn't remember it. Tell me, is there a possibility that the vampire driver killed Deacon and wanted to put the blame on us?"

Locke: “…”

(End of this chapter)