The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 43: Jack, the Honest but Loyal
When Locke rushed to the safe house, the police car was still at the door.

even……

From the one car that Jack mentioned on the phone, it has become four now.

Patrol police have already arrived at the scene and are starting to set up a cordon.

what's the situation?
Locke frowned and got out of the car.

A patrolman who was setting up a cordon saw Locke approaching and quickly stopped him.

"stand……"

"SSS!"

Without waiting for the patrolman to finish speaking, Locke waved his right hand and showed his law enforcement ID.

The patrolman was slightly stunned when he saw the name and SSS logo on the ID.

"Sentinel...Secret Service?"

"Who's in charge here?"

"Uh……"

The patrolman came to his senses, turned his head, and subconsciously looked at the male detective who was talking to a plainclothes woman next to a police car not far away.

"It's Chief Inspector George Stacy."

"Thank you."

Locke thanked the patrolman who answered his question, patted him on the shoulder, and then walked towards Detective Chief George Stacy who was not far away.

George Stacy?
Gwen Stacy's dad?

It’s okay, not too old, and seems to be quite handsome.

Locke thought so as he walked towards Detective Chief George Stacy.

George Stacy, who was discussing with Kate Beckett whether to force his way in, noticed Locke walking towards him.

George and Beckett exchanged glances, and the latter also turned his gaze to Locke who was walking over.

Locke spoke first.

"Inspector George Stacy?"

"I am, you are..."

"Locke Underwood, Sentinel Secret Service, Senior Agent."

Locke walked up to George, introduced himself, and handed his ID to him. He then pointed to the safe house in front of him and said, "This is the safe house of our bureau. My people are inside. Didn't he tell you?"

"He said it."

"..."

The person who spoke was not George, but the female detective next to George.

Locke looked at the female detective who spoke.

"You are……"

"Kate Beckett."

The female detective introduced herself: "New York Police Department, 12th Precinct, Homicide Squad."

Locke heard the name and looked at the female detective seriously.

Kate Beckett, isn't this from the American TV series Castle?
Locke remained calm, smiled slightly, and shook hands with Beckett: "Now that my men have revealed their identities, how about the New York Police Department..."

George next to him looked up at Locke, interrupted Locke and explained the reason.

"We asked him to show his ID, but he said he forgot to bring it with him. We also asked him to come out, but he refused to do so."

"..."

After listening to the reason George gave for coming out, Locke fell silent, then shouted towards the safe house: "Damn it, I didn't bring my ID with me, why didn't you call me."

The words fell.

Jack's voice came from the safe house, with a hint of surprise in it: "Boss! You're finally here. My phone is out of battery. I asked them to throw it in, but they refused and insisted that I get out."

George and Beckett looked at each other, then looked at Locke in silence.

Locke's mouth twitched.

He didn't even need to look at the expressions of the two people to know what they wanted to say.

It's nothing more than, look, this is not our fault, it's your problem.

It would have been fine if he didn't have any identification, but we asked him to come out and he refused, and he even asked us to throw our phone in.

Isn't this the opposite of Tian Gang? Locke closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He said that when he came, he was wondering why Jack didn't call him back.

Good guy.

It feels like my phone is out of battery.

Fortunately, he arrived in time. If he had arrived a little later, the New York Police Department would have broken in.

Locke's thoughts turned, he opened his eyes again, smiled bitterly, looked at George and Beckett, took out his business card box from his pocket, and handed one to each of them: "Sorry to bother you tonight."

George and Beckett took the business card and took a look at it: "It's okay, we came here to check it out. Now that we know this is yours, we'll leave first."

Actually, there was nothing wrong.

Now that it has been confirmed that this is friendly territory, there is nothing to worry about.

Locke thanked him again, then shook hands with George and Beckett respectively and apologized again.

no way.

After all, they were the ones who were at fault in this matter.

soon.

George and Beckett put away their business cards and did not stay for long. They directed the patrol police to remove the cordon, said goodbye to Locke, and drove away one after another.

It doesn't take a while.

The New York Police Department's withdrawal is complete.

Locke withdrew his gaze from the receding police lights, walked to the door of the safe house expressionlessly, and knocked on the door: "It's me, open the door."

Jack quickly opened the door and looked behind Locke.

"Boss, are they gone?"

"Ah."

Locke nodded, said nothing more, and walked straight into the house.

He didn't blame Jack for what had just happened.

Although Jack looks big and strong, and even a bit ferocious, he is a simple and honest man.

The most important thing.

Jack is very loyal to him, otherwise Locke would not have placed Jack here after he captured Quinn, the vampire driver who escaped from the abandoned hangar.

Nothing happened anyway, why blame your own people for such a small matter?

unnecessary.

Locke waited until Jack closed the door, then his eyes fell on the vampire driver Quinn, who was sitting on the sofa with holy water bombs tied all over his body.

Quinn looked somewhat miserable at the moment.

The right arm was chopped off.

Even his right leg was bent to a degree that was visibly visible to the naked eye.

and……

The exposed skin had signs of burns.

At this moment, he looked like a disabled vampire who had just been rescued from a fire.

"Hiss, what happened?"

"This guy is dishonest, boss."

Jack, who was following behind, complained and said, "Just now this guy tried to run away while I was upstairs looking for a charging cable. It was this guy who provoked the New York Police Department."

Jack complained that Quinn, who was sitting on the sofa, looked like a wooden man.

Not moving, not making a sound.

Locke put his hands in his pockets, walked to the sofa, and looked at Quinn who lowered his head as if pretending to be dead.

Jack brought a chair from the back: "Boss, sit down."

Locke didn't say anything. He sat on the chair with his legs crossed. He took out a cigarette from his arms, handed it to Jack, lit it for himself, and blew a smoke ring towards Quinn on the sofa.

The smoke ring went straight forward and hit Quinn in the face.

Quinn looked up and looked at Locke expressionlessly.

……

(End of this chapter)