The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 65: Private seal tattooed on lips!

Chapter 65: Private seal tattooed on lips!
It was already past four o'clock in the morning when Locke drove back to the bureau.

"Give her a visitor's card."

"Ok."

"Thank you."

Natasha took the visitor card handed to her by the sentry on duty on the first floor, said thank you, and hung it around her neck.

Locke led Natasha straight into the elevator and got on the elevator.

"You can go to my office and take a rest."

"why?"

"You haven't slept yet."

"Locke."

"Ah."

"I'm not a little woman."

Natasha listened to Locke's explanation, her expression was stunned, then she smiled and said: "You should know."

Locke shrugged.

"Well, my bad."

"I accept your apology."

"Let's go."

Locke shook his head, and after the elevator door opened, he was the first to walk out of the elevator, and then led Natasha to the combat command center.

Iris opens the door.

Debbie, who was in the combat command center, heard the door open, turned her head, and saw Locke leading Natasha in from outside.

"Boss."

"Any clues?"

"not yet."

Debbie stood up and looked at the surveillance footage of New York City that was being quickly analyzed on the big screen and said, "We haven't found him yet. He may have gone into hiding."

Natasha frowned and asked, "Blade is injured?"

Debbie looked at Locke.

Locke nodded.

Debbie then turned to Natasha and said, "According to the last satellite image when Blade and Vanessa left the warehouse, no."

When Locke heard this, he thought of something.

"Have you found out the reason why the satellite footage failed?"

"It was found out that someone had planted a virus in our system."

"who."

"Chelsea Harris."

"..."

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but Natasha, who was standing next to her, could clearly feel it. When Debbie mentioned this name, an undisguised look of disgust and nausea appeared on her face.

Not only Debbie, but other female agents in the command center also showed similar expressions.

Natasha asked curiously, "This Chelsea Harris?"

Locke turned his head to look at Natasha, shook his head and laughed, then nodded at Debbie.

Debbie understood, walked to Natasha's side, and whispered into her ear.

soon.

Just like Debbie, whose face just showed an expression of disgust and nausea.

As Debbie spoke, Natasha's face showed surprise, and then an expression of disgust and nausea appeared on her face.

Locke watched this scene and laughed inwardly.

This Chelsea Harris is one of the female agents in charge of information communications in the combat command center.

At the same time, she is also one of the vampire blood servants secretly found by the Sentinel Secret Service.

But she was exposed later than other blood servants.

To be precise, this Chelsea Harris was exposed yesterday morning when she was transmitting the news of Blade Warrior's release to the outside world.

I guess no one could have imagined where she had carved the vampire's private seal.

Lips.

But not the lips on the face.

It was only after Debbie confirmed that the signal transmission came from Chelsea Harris that she was discovered after she was taken to a small dark room by force and subjected to a thorough inspection.

This also explains why the Sentinel Command and Control Center allowed her to sneak in after a round of screening even though they knew about the existence of the blood servants. Natasha couldn't help feeling sick when she heard the location of Chelsea Harris's private seal.

at the same time……

After Debbie finished speaking, she walked to Locke's side and asked in a low voice with some confusion: "Is eternal life so tempting?"

Locke glanced at Natasha, who seemed to really not understand, shook his head, and replied indifferently: "You are a full man who does not know the hunger of a hungry man."

How old is Natasha?
Her ID showed that she was born in 1984, just two years older than Locke.

but……

Whoever believes it is a fool.

However, Natasha never told Locke her exact age.

Locke did not ask any further questions.

Age is a very private matter for any woman.

But what is certain is that Natasha's aging process was greatly slowed down after the transformation in the Red House at the cost of losing her fertility.

Therefore, let a beautiful woman who does not need to consider or worry about the aging of her appearance for a long time in the future understand those women who will do everything they can to maintain their beauty.

This is no different from asking a lion walking freely on the savannah without any worries to understand why mice always travel at night in a sneaky way.

But Locke could understand.

Eternal life is engraved in the bones of the Eastern people.

This is also the reason why he considered the many side effects of vampires at the time and said that the abilities of vampires were very cost-effective.

Unlike Westerners who believe that eternal life is a curse.

The Easterners believe that eternal life is a blessing.

The kind that cannot be refuted.

and so……

Even though he knew where Chelsea Harris had tattooed the vampire's private seal, he was only surprised for a moment and did not show any contempt or disgust like Debbie and Natasha did.

He can understand.

However, understanding is understanding, and betrayal is betrayal.

So Chelsea Harris was packed up and sent to the Sentinel Secret Service's overseas laboratory in Barat yesterday, just like those other blood servants who were found.

As for what they will encounter over there, it has nothing to do with him.

"correct."

Locke thought of this, lowered his voice, and quietly asked Natasha: "So how old are you?"

Natasha rolled her eyes at Locke.

"roll."

"Okay."

Locke smiled and changed the subject, saying to Debbie, "Is Vanessa's residence under surveillance?"

Debbie was slightly stunned, shook her head, and then looked at the agent in charge of the control.

The agent also reacted and found Vanessa's residence in less than a minute. He then checked the surveillance footage near Vanessa's apartment on the big screen.

"No one." The agent looked at the dark apartment facing the surveillance camera and turned his head to answer.

Locke looked at the surveillance footage, folded his arms, and touched his chin with one hand.

"Which floor?"

"Third floor, fifth room from left to right."

Locke looked in the direction the agent was talking.

In the picture, the window of the fifth room on the third floor of the apartment was blocked tightly by curtains and looked pitch black.

Locke thought about it.

"Find the surveillance video from this afternoon or this morning."

"Yes."

The agent nodded, immediately put his fingers on the keyboard and started operating.

after awhile.

The video is online.