The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 82 How much money can you get?

I want……

Control the world's troops?

Supervisor Walter's eyes twitched.

"speak English."

"You can let me in if you want, but after this is over, I want the position of Chief of the New York City Sentinel."

"This is impossible."

When Director Walter heard Locke's request, his face darkened and he refused without thinking: "Locke, I called you brother, have you forgotten that I am just an assistant director of the special agent?"

At this point, Walter seemed to have thought of something, and asked curiously: "Also, aren't you planning to work in the Mutant Laboratory? Why do you suddenly fancy the position of Sentinel Director?"

Locke shrugged, "It's simple. They want me to lead the team to attack. The conditions we agreed on before were just a promotion to the mutant laboratory. It's not proportional to what I have to pay."

No pain no gain.

You get what you give.

In simple terms, it means that you can do as much as you can based on how much money you have!

Confucius once said that if you do good things without expecting anything in return, then no one will choose to do good things in the future.

The greater the ability, the greater the rights, but also the greater the responsibility.

This sentence is correct.

As for why it has to be the position of Director of the New York Sentinel?
"If I become the chief of the New York Sentinel, I will also be qualified to go to the mutant laboratory."

"That's true."

Director Walter listened to this and nodded subconsciously.

Currently, the confidentiality level of the mutant laboratory is a 2S-level secret within the Sentinel Service.

But the director of the Sentinel Secret Service in New York City has a confidentiality level of 2S, which is enough to decrypt and understand the experimental content and location of this mutant laboratory.

only……

Walter smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I advise you not to think about the position of director. What level are you now? A senior agent, not to mention director. Even if you take over my position, there are still two or three steps to go, let alone director. Don't even think about it for seven or eight years."

Locke touched his chin and said, “Walter, I feel that my contribution is enough to offset my efforts of seven or eight years.”

Walter laughed and said, "You think it's useless, only the higher-ups will think so."

Locke shrugged.

"Then there's nothing to talk about?"

"No."

"Then what else is there to talk about?"

Locke smiled and pretended to hang up the phone: "I'm busy looking for the suspect who killed Paul and his group. I don't have time to go into the building."

Director Walter's eyelids twitched, and he quickly called Locke: "Wait a moment."

Locke's mouth curled up.

"Anything else, Director?"

"You...wait, I'll go ask for you."

"Thank you, supervisor."

"hehe."

Director Walter sneered repeatedly: “No need to thank me, when I get scolded, just remember to treat me to a drink when I come back.”

"No problem. I have a bottle of Thunder Bourbon from home."

Locke replied with a smile.

Manager Walter hung up the phone, stood there, thought for a while, took a deep breath, put away his phone, and walked into the small meeting room next to him.

In the conference room.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Cyclops Nick Fury, and several unnamed clerks gathered together with the top executives of the Sentinelese Secret Service in Washington.

But the two sides are clearly divided. The atmosphere cannot be said to be tense, but it can at least be said to be incompatible.

However, because Nick Fury has already used all his moves, both sides are currently in a temporary rest period.

The SHIELD guys are waiting for a reply from the Sentinelese Secret Service.

The top brass of the Sentinel Secret Service were waiting for a reply from Walter, the supervisor they had just sent out to gather information.

Several senior executives' eyes lit up when they saw Walter walk in. Supervisor Walter lowered his head, walked expressionlessly to the side of the director of the Sentinel Secret Service, bent over and whispered Locke's conditions.

The director, who was originally leaning back in his chair and smoking a cigar, gradually frowned as he listened to Walter's words.

He sat up straight, turned his head and looked at Walter without saying a word.

Walter also looked at the director seriously without saying anything.

But the two of them talked about almost everything.

"Are you sure you didn't say it wrong?"

"No, that's what Locke said."

"hiss."

The director took a breath and looked at the senior officials in the bureau who were sitting nearby.

five minutes later.

In the small room next to the small conference room.

The Sentinel Special Service Director crossed his arms, relayed Locke's request, and then looked at the other four people who came to the small room for a meeting: "How about this request, do you agree?"

The deputy director was a middle-aged man who looked quite shrewd: "No, it's impossible. How can this be allowed?"

Straight from a senior agent to the chief of the New York City Sentinel?
Good guy.

This is a step-by-step process of reaching the sky.

The Chief of Operations of the Sentinel Secret Service, Locke's boss, Walter's boss's boss's boss, retorted to the Deputy Director: "The problem now is that Nick Fury insists that he lead the team in."

The sentry office supervisor pushed his glasses up and said, "If you ask for a high price, you have to pay it back when it comes down to earth."

No one who can make it in Washington is a fool.

Everyone present knew exactly what Nick Fury was planning.

He just wanted to use the vampire to kill Locke.

The top brass at Sentinel Secret Service knew all about it.

Locke knew this clearly as well, which was why he dared to ask for such a high price for the position of Chief of the New York City Sentinel.

The Sentinel Secret Service Chief glanced at the office manager who spoke, and then looked at Walter who was standing aside as an invisible person.

"Who is the current operations director for New York City?"

"No."

Walter answered without thinking: "The New York City Operations Director is concurrently in charge of Deputy Director Jonathan, the New York State Operations Director."

After all, the New York State Sentinel Secret Service headquarters is also in New York City.

Upon hearing this, the Sentinel Special Service Director nodded thoughtfully.

Seeing this, the deputy director who had just objected frowned again.

"Commissioner, I think..."

"Okay, Deputy Director Ode, you're new here, and there are some things we need to look into more."

The chief of the Sentinel Special Service directly interrupted the deputy chief who had just taken office, then looked around, and finally spoke slowly to Walter.

"Chief, don't even think about it. Even if his last name is Underwood, he can't hold the position of chief now."

"but……"

"Chief of Operations for the New York Sentinel Secret Service, also serving as Deputy Chief of Operations for New York City. I can give him this position."

"As for the mutant laboratory, I will authorize an increase in its confidentiality level."

"Of course, there are conditions."

The Sentinel Special Service Director said so, and then looked at Walter with a sharp gaze: "Do this battle beautifully for me. I can give him what he wants, but if he fails, tell him that staying in is a decent choice."

Feeling Alexander, Walter couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

"Yes, Director."

"Contact him."

"Ok."

Without any hesitation, Supervisor Walter turned around, left the small room, and called Locke who was waiting for his news.

……

(End of this chapter)