The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 42 The New York Police Department Arrives

This time, the earth shook.

This time, there was a violent storm.

in the future.

Locke and Esme, who took a bath together, sat at the bar in the living room.

Esme was eating pizza while chatting lazily with Locke.

"So you and Brown have changed your job from catching mutants to catching vampires?"

"How can it be."

Locke laughed and shook his head.

"You know Brown, how much he hates mutants."

"But wasn't Brown's wife's death an accident?"

"That's because mutants died unexpectedly."

Locke shrugged. "Brown's wife was already pregnant before she died. If it were me, I would probably do something even more ruthless than Brown... Bah, what a crow's mouth."

When Locke finished speaking, he looked at Esme's gaze on him, reacted, and knocked on the table a few times.

What nonsense is he talking about? How can he curse himself?

Besides, this kind of thing can't happen.

Absolutely impossible!
Esme looked at Locke's expression, smiled, and changed the subject.

"You and Brown have been keeping an eye on the vampires for the past month. Doesn't that mean that another team has taken over your mission?"

"Well, John from Group 6 took it over." At this point, Locke shook his head and sighed, "That guy is a complete pervert."

Brown hates mutants because of his wife and unborn child.

But John from Group 6...

He actually has no deep hatred with mutants, he just purely enjoys the feeling of killing.

Locke thought of this and sighed again: "John has captured twelve mutants this month. I wonder how many of them will be alive when they are transferred to the mutant prison at the end of the month."

It's no secret that John abuses mutants.

Everyone in the Sentinel Secret Service knows about it.

But so what.

In a word.

Mutants have no human rights.

Although Locke doesn't like John, who loves to abuse mutants, he won't stand up for the mutants for no reason.

The only thing he could do was to keep out of sight and out of mind.

That's it.

Esme looked at the sighing Locke, forced a smile on her face, and shook her head.

She also seemed to be lamenting the plight of mutants.

Locke looked at the expression on his wife's face and was not surprised.

Again.

Some people hate mutants, while others sympathize with their current plight.

And her wife Esme has always been a kind-hearted person. It is normal for her to sympathize with mutants.

Locke felt that this topic seemed a bit too heavy for his kind-hearted wife, so he coughed and said, "Okay, you finally came back, let's not talk about work, let's talk about the house."

As he spoke, he handed Esme some real estate information in Brooklyn that was placed aside.

Esme took the information with a surprised expression.

“Really buy it.”

"of course."

Locke nodded affirmatively and said, "I'll have to buy it sooner or later anyway, so it's better to buy it early while I have money now. Besides, don't you think this apartment is a little small?"

Esme was slightly stunned and turned her head to look at her current apartment.

"Small?"

"It's small, good for two people, but it will be a bit crowded when we have a child. There won't even be a baby room."

Locke explained to Esme: "Buy the house before you get pregnant, and separate the baby room as soon as possible. Then you can move in as soon as the baby is born."

He had no intention of getting married at first.

But my dad forced me to do it.

However, since they are married, he will definitely take on his responsibilities.

Locke didn't have the idea of not having children even if he got married, because having children is also one of the responsibilities of marriage.

Locke put his arms on the bar and imagined with his wife Esme the happy scene of digging with his baby in the small garden behind the house in the future.

Esme held her chin with one hand, looked at Locke with a smile, and listened carefully to Locke's vision of their future.

The picture is beautiful.

Esme's amber eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she held her chin with one hand: "Honey, I didn't know you liked children so much."

Locke finished his bourbon, put the glass aside, and scratched Esme's chin with his fingers: "So, can't wait to have a baby?"

Esme got down directly from the high stool and looked at Locke with a smile in her eyes.

"Let's go."

"Uh……"

Locke blinked, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

"Where?"

"Give birth to a baby. How can I give birth if you don't give me seeds?"

"..."

Locke subconsciously looked towards the window.

into the eye.

It's already dark outside.

When the two of them just came back, it was not even noon yet. They had been in the bedroom for the entire afternoon and had just finished.

Come again now?

Even Locke felt a dull pain in his kidneys at this moment.

Esme raised her eyebrows as she looked at Locke's expression.

"what happened?"

"or……"

"Empty?"

"How can it be!"

Locke looked at Esme like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "Xu, impossible, absolutely impossible."

Any man can say that he is not good enough in other aspects.

Except in the case of Sykes.

It’s okay if it doesn’t work!

"Come on, I haven't been back for a month. I've just been there three times, and there are still 27 to go. You should work hard and try to clear the account in these three days."

"Three days and twenty-seven..."

Locke opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

at this time.

Jingle Bell!
The phone rang nearby.

Locke quickly looked at the phone beside him, and seeing the incoming call, he couldn't help but feel relieved, and said to Esme: "Jack, there might be something wrong."

Esme looked at Locke, whose face showed a look of relief, and chuckled. Without saying a word, she turned and walked into the bedroom, leaving only one sentence.

"Come in after you finish the fight."

"……it is good."

The corners of Locke's mouth twitched a few times, then he responded resignedly, looked at Esme who walked into the bedroom, shook his head, and answered the phone.

"Hey, Jack."

"Boss, something happened. The New York Police Department is here."

"……Um?"

Jack, who was in a safe house in Brooklyn, lifted a corner of the curtain and looked at the police car parked outside. He swallowed his saliva and said, "Just now, that guy tried to run away and made a lot of noise, so the New York Police Department was called in."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"Did he run away?"

"No."

Jack turned his head to look at Quinn, who was covered with holy water bombs, and then looked through the window at the New York police who were walking towards the house: "Two policemen are coming down this way. Boss, do you want to open the door?"

Locke: “…”

(End of this chapter)