The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 37 Believe in the wisdom of future generations

Locke is in a coma.

Blade says he doesn't remember killing Dickon.

Dickon is dead.

And Quinn disappeared.

Judging from these known clues, Quinn is indeed a possibility.

Natasha didn't have any wild ideas.

and……

This is also the effect Locke wants.

Because letting someone take the blame also requires some consideration.

Especially if you want to put the blame on the powerful SHIELD, you must be careful about the methods and ways.

Locke doesn't want to break up completely with SHIELD.

His father in this life said this.

In the eyes of a mature politician, enemies sometimes become friends, and friends sometimes become enemies.

Simply put.

At any time, don't say something final or offend people, unless you are determined to make that person disappear, or you are 100% sure that person will shut up forever.

Although Locke is not a politician and has no plans to inherit his family business and become a politician, he also agrees with this statement.

This is also why Locke has been saying from the beginning until now that it is possible that Blade killed Deacon, not that Blade definitely killed Deacon.

Generally speaking, this is a consideration of the overall situation.

To put it simply, Blade is still alive, and there are so many vampires in New York City. Blade is a good knife.

If he is dead, the system will determine that Blade is no longer a teammate.

Then he would suffer a great loss.

Locke listened to Natasha's speculation and chuckled: "It's possible, but it's just like Blade, it's just a possibility."

Natasha came back to her senses, looked at Locke who was sitting and putting on his pants, and asked suspiciously, "Are you really not planning to put the blame on us?"

She still felt something was wrong.

After Locke fastened his belt, he looked at Natasha.

"Why do you think I would put the blame on you?"

"Because you didn't inform me."

"Because I don't want you to get hurt."

"..."

Natasha listened to these sudden affectionate words, and then looked at Locke with a serious expression on his face, and her brows furrowed even deeper.

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

This is indeed a fatal problem.

but……

His nickname, Dragon in the Waves, is not undeserved.

Of course.

He did have that in mind a little bit, and it was for this reason that he chose not to inform Natasha.

Natasha is a top agent, but not a top vampire hunter.

at this time.

A slight cough was heard from outside.

Natasha came back to her senses, glanced at Locke, then opened the partition door, looked at the person who had just coughed, and greeted: "Robin."

After Natasha opened the door, Locke saw a female character with a somewhat heroic temperament standing at the sink, with her arms folded, looking at the two of them.

The woman first glanced at Natasha, then her eyes fell on Locke who stood up from the toilet and said with a smile: "When the Sentinel Secret Service cooperates with other organizations, do they always hold briefings in the women's bathroom?"

Locke walked out of the cubicle without changing his expression, went to the sink next to the woman, turned on the faucet, washed his hands, then looked in the mirror and fixed his hair that had just been messed up by Natasha's nails.

after awhile.

He shook his hands and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

Hold it in your mouth, light it, and puff it out.

All in one go.

Locke said to the woman, "I'm a little curious about what kind of mission would allow the deputy director and senior commander of SHIELD to go undercover in person."

Eyes facing each other.

The woman smiled slightly and took the lead in extending her right hand towards Locke.

"Maria Hill, you can call me Hill like Natasha." "Locke Underwood, Natasha and I are good friends, just call me Locke."

"I see it."

Maria Hill glanced at Natasha, who was also fixing her hair in front of the mirror nearby.

She has been in the bathroom for a while.

Maria Hill initially thought that Natasha was simply going to the bathroom until she saw Locke's back as he walked towards the restroom.

As the deputy director and senior commander of SHIELD, her intuition told her that the owner of this figure was not simple.

So she paid more attention.

Then she saw her employee quickly drag Locke into the women's restroom.

What do you want to do?
Maria Hill didn't know.

But after she entered the bathroom and heard the noise coming from the cubicle, she knew everything.

Are you really hungry? Are you not picky about where to go?
Hill originally planned to leave, but in addition to applause, there were also sounds of conversation in the compartment.

Good guy.

Since when could things about the extraordinary world be talked about so naturally in an ordinary bar women's restroom?

Not to mention the protagonists of the conversation, one is a senior agent of the Sentinel Secret Service, and the other is a senior agent of the secret agency S.H.I.E.L.D.

This is not.

As Hill complained, he hung the "Inspection" sign outside the women's bathroom, listening to the applause and the conversations in between the applause.

so awkward.

But she listened to what she should listen to, and she also listened to what she shouldn't listen to.

But it's okay.

I can just use the "Memory Eraser" to delete the memory that I shouldn't have heard.

As for why Locke, a married man, could get involved with his employee Natasha, it had nothing to do with her.

Matters of the heart are a person's private life.

She couldn't control it, and she didn't intend to.

Hill coughed, released his hand from Locke and said, "This is different from the cooperation we agreed on before, Locke."

Locke smiled and said, "Dicken was originally your target, wasn't he?"

Hill nodded.

"Yes, but we want them alive."

"Better dead, isn't it?"

Locke replied.

This is also true.

Because SHIELD has intelligence showing that the dead vampire leader Deacon Frost seems to be preparing to do something big recently.

Locke didn't know what was going on.

SHIELD should know.

Locke guessed in his heart.

Because if it wasn't a big deal, the SHIELD Trident wouldn't have arrived at the Sentinel Secret Service that day.

Hill looked at Locke's smile and shook his head.

"But then we may never know what Dickon is up to."

"Rule three."

"what?"

"If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who raised the problem."

Locke held up three fingers and looked at Hill seriously: "I don't know what he is planning, and I don't want to know, but considering that he is a supernatural being and the kind that disobeys discipline, it is better to kill him if there is a chance than to kill him after he causes trouble."

Anyway, supernatural beings have no human rights within the scope of the law.

After all, vampires have nothing to do with humans, so they don’t have any human rights.

Hill frowned.

"But if he dies, there may be another big trouble."

"This involves rule four!"

“Rule 4: Trust the wisdom of future generations.”

"..."

(End of this chapter)