The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 83 When to Summon the Blood God

"Operations Director?"

"Yes."

"This……"

Locke listened to Director Walter's offer on the phone and frowned: "But I want the position of New York Bureau Chief."

Walter shook his head expressionlessly: "Locke, you know better than anyone that no senior executive will agree to your request. Now they agree to give you the position of Chief of Operations and Deputy Chief of Operations because your last name is Underwood."

Hearing this, Locke chuckled.

He did not utter a word in protest at Walter's last remark.

Because that's the truth.

Even Locke himself had to admit that his last name, Underwood, was the foundation of all this.

Because his last name is Underwood, he is qualified to negotiate terms and do business with the top brass of the Sentinel Secret Service.

Change to someone else?

For example, Walter.

Ah.

Still negotiating terms and doing business with them?
What beautiful things are you thinking about?

I guess if you dare to try it today, it won’t be long before the news comes out that you have been shot eight times in the back and committed suicide.

This is why there was a hint of envy in Walter's tone when he said this.

Locke stroked his chin, his eyes thoughtful.

“But I still feel like I’m losing out.”

"Then you can call yourself."

Walter rolled his eyes.

If he was not still Locke's nominal supervisor, he would have hung up the phone long ago. Whoever wants to pass the microphone can take it.

Locke laughed.

"Look, Walter, you're in a hurry again."

"..."

Walter became more and more impulsive about wanting to throw the phone away.

at this time.

Locke said seriously: "The New York City operations director is the operations director. Okay, but I have one last condition."

Walter frowned: "What?"

Locke smiled and said, "Walter, you've been wearing the title of Assistant Special Agent in Charge for more than a year, right? It's time to take it off."

Walter was slightly stunned.

"I……"

"After this is done, I will be the deputy director of operations in New York City, and you will be the chief of agents in New York State. That's it. If you agree, then agree. If you don't agree, then go find whoever you want."

"When I hand over to Nick Fury, I must make it clear when I enter the building and when I become a member of our Sentinel Secret Service."

"Before I go in, any uncontrollable things that happen are the responsibility of SHIELD. It has nothing to do with us."

After Locke finished speaking, in order to avoid hearing Walter's corny and excited voice of gratitude, he hung up the phone again without waiting for Walter's reply.

"Debbie."

"here I am."

"How's Jack doing over there?"

"Hold on."

Debbie said this and nodded to the agent beside her. Then, the video call interface appeared on the big screen.

soon.

Jack, wearing a safety helmet and a water worker's uniform, appeared on the big screen looking a little embarrassed.

Jack held the phone in one hand and wiped the water stains on his face with the other hand, looking at Locke who appeared on his phone: "Boss."

Locke looked at Jack, who looked a little embarrassed, and said with a smile: "How are you doing? How much holy water have you injected?"

Jack reversed the video on his cell phone.

into the eye.

Three fire trucks were lined up one by one, and the leading fire truck was connected to the fire water inlet of a building.

"Two cars have been driven in, and there are only three left."

"pretty."

Locke praised Jack's work and asked, "Didn't the vampire building find out?" Jack shook his head, "No, the surveillance here was hacked the moment the building was locked. Besides, the vampires inside probably wouldn't have thought that you collected holy water from the Fountain City Church this week and were going to pour it into the fire hose of the building."

Locke's mouth corners raised slightly.

That's why Jack seemed to be offline today.

Before S.H.I.E.L.D. started the operation, he arranged for Jack to collect holy water from churches all over the city during the week, disguise himself as a water worker, and find a way to pump the holy water into the fire hose of the Vampire Building.

"Approximately how long will it take?"

"Two hours."

"it is good."

Locke nodded: "No hurry, take your time."

Jack said with full energy: "Don't worry, Boss, I'll get busy now."

Locke hummed.

The video call disappears.

Locke thought for a moment and looked at Debbie again: "Paul's special forces team was wiped out. We need a new special forces team. Does anyone have any recommendations?"

Debbie frowned and said, "We only have nine special agents in total. If we ask them to help temporarily, they will probably be very busy. If we don't ask them, they will have to serve as reserve special agents."

Although the Sentinel Secret Service was established more recently than the FBI and the CIA.

But the SSS also has what the FBI and CIA have.

The so-called reserve special service is another cooperative project between the Sentinel Special Service and the military.

Every year during the demobilization season, the military selects some outstanding soldiers and recommends them to the Sentinel Special Service.

If the Sentinel Secret Service has no positions at the moment, they will temporarily undergo initial pre-job training at the Sentinel Academy.

In this way, once a vacancy occurs, they can fill it immediately without delaying the normal work and operation of the Sentinel Special Service.

The reserve special forces that Debbie just mentioned are referring to them.

Locke thought about it.

"How long does it take to get here?"

"soon."

Debbie didn't hesitate at all: "There is a training base in Jersey City. I can contact it now."

Hearing this, Locke nodded and said, "Okay, let's contact each other now."

Debbie responded, and as she was about to turn around to practice, she seemed to have thought of something.

"Boss, what are the personnel requirements?"

"Those who have seen blood will be given priority."

"clear."

At the same time, Director Walter called again.

Locke took out his cell phone.

connected.

"can."

Supervisor Walter spoke with a little bit of excitement in his voice coming out of the microphone: "The director agreed to your request just now."

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Locke always felt that when Walter said this, he put some emphasis on the word "you".

He suddenly had the urge to play a trick on Supervisor Walter.

but……

Forget it, let’s get down to business.

"Okay, I'll bring people in immediately once the special police reinforcements are in place."

As long as the treatment is in place, it is not impossible for him to clean up Quinn's mess, let alone lead the team personally.

Make money, don’t be shabby!
After Locke hung up the phone again, he thought of Quinn, blinked, opened his phone, and found the phone number that had just been blocked, which used to belong to Deacon and now belongs to Quinn, in the blacklist.

He called directly.

The call was connected after a while.

"Hey!"

"Quinn, when will you summon the Blood God? Give me a specific time."

"..."

(End of this chapter)