The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 109 Catherine's Evaluation of Locke (1/5, Please Subscribe)

Locke didn't know when Catherine left.

He was very tired.

Unlike the sunny days and gentle breezes with his wife Esme, or the unrestrained downpours he experienced with Natasha on the open grasslands.

How should I tell Catherine?

It felt just like riding a roller coaster.

Moreover, riding the legendary death roller coaster during a thunderstorm meant that one could easily risk a fatal accident.

but-

It was all worth it.

Locke looked down at the marks on his chest exposed by his open shirt, recalling the events that had unfolded on this container the previous night, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips.

It's just a bit of a pity.

Before he could even have a second chance, Catherine was able to leave quietly.

Are you shy?

That can't be right.

Locke blinked, thinking to himself.

Just then.

A text message notification sound came from the phone that was placed to the side.

Locke snapped out of his daze, grabbed his phone, rested one hand behind his head, and opened the text message with the other.

The text message was from Catherine.

The opening statement clearly states the purpose.

"You're funny, L!"

Upon seeing this very first sentence, Locke's lips involuntarily curled into a smile once again.

But soon.

The smile on his face disappeared.

"Men are all liars. I've seen many men who lie, but I must admit, you are the best liar I've ever met, L."

"Compared to your skill in lying, Judas is an honest man."

"But the story you made up is very interesting, L."

"But there's a fatal flaw in your story."

"Stephen and Damon have no neighbors near their house; if they do, they are their servants."

"This story, you improvised it, didn't you?"

Just as Locke scrolled to the bottom of the text message and finished reading it, the phone rang.

Catherine's.

Locke's brow twitched slightly as he looked at Catherine's call, feeling an urge to pretend he hadn't seen it.

It's always embarrassing when a lie is exposed.

Unless that person is shameless.

But Locke was a respectable man.

He cares about his reputation.

but.-

Locke hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to answer or not, but finally chose to connect.

"Feed."

"woke up?"

"Um."

Locke spoke softly, one hand on his pillow, the other holding the phone to his ear, looking up at the sky: "When did you leave?"

Back at the hotel, having showered and wrapped in a towel, Catherine stood by the floor-to-ceiling window gazing towards the container terminal. She smiled and said, "Let me think...it was probably when you said you really didn't have a single drop left, and then you fell asleep."

Locke caught the teasing in Catherine's words, and his lips twitched involuntarily.

"I didn't get enough rest."

God is my witness.

Before that, he went to the Vampire Mansion and fought a great battle with the vampires and the Blood God.

It was already very mentally and physically demanding, and then it was all rushed into action.

Given the tight schedule and heavy workload, it's understandable that Catherine ultimately lost.

Furthermore...

Even if he had kidneys of iron, he couldn't stop Catherine from constantly wanting more, without even giving him a break.

Besides, his kidneys aren't made of iron.

Even now, Locke can feel a dull ache in his kidneys.

"Okay, it's my fault." That's what I thought, and that's what I said.

Locke took the blame without hesitation and then challenged him to a duel: "But you will definitely lose tonight."

Catherine smiled.

"Sorry, I'm busy tonight."

"Then tomorrow."

"Not tomorrow either."

"The day after tomorrow is fine too, I'm free either way."

Locke suffered repeated defeats, relying mainly on his thick skin.

When it comes to pursuing girls, hesitation leads to defeat, while decisiveness creates miracles.

but.-

No miracle occurred.

"I'm leaving New York City today."

"What?"

Locke raised an eyebrow, turned over, and sat up from the container.

"Where to?"

Paris IV...

Fashion Week is about to begin.

Wow, so they went to Paris to buy clothes.

Locke thought to himself and sighed softly.

K.

"Um?

"I thought that after what happened last night, I probably meant more to you than clothes."

"Who are you."

Catherine smiled and affirmed that Locke held a more important place in her heart than the clothes she wore. Then, she changed the subject, saying with a slight smile, "But, I can't wear this outfit all the time, can I?"

Locke smiled.

"If you're willing, I—"

"Even if you were willing, I don't think your wife Esme would agree."

"listen.--.

Goodbye, L.

Catherine smiled and said, "Although you're a better liar than Judas, you are indeed a man. I had a very happy night last night, and we will meet again if the opportunity arises."

After saying that.

Without any hesitation, Catherine hung up the phone, took out the SIM card, looked in the direction of the container terminal, and then pinched the SIM card in her hand with her slender fingers.

Not long after.

Fine white powder fell from my fingertips to the ground.

Locke listened to the dial tone, put the phone away, and stared at the disconnected number on the screen without saying a word.

quite a while.

He snapped out of his reverie, shook his head with a smile, and then deleted Catherine's phone number, which he had just saved a few days ago.

Since K has chosen to forget each other and move on, L will not insist on dragging K down with him.

Because if he did that, his legal wife, Esme, would definitely not let him off the hook.

He was certain.

Esme's angry expression

hiss!

Locke recalled the image of Esme's anger and felt a chill run down his spine.

Just then, a listless dock security guard patrolled to the bottom of the container. Hearing the noise coming from above, he looked up and saw Locke, shirtless and looking terrified, standing on the container.

The security guard was taken aback at first, but then he realized what was happening.

"Hey, you, you're not allowed to sleep here—"

"call out!"

"...Where are they?"

Just as the security guard was about to yell at the fact that they weren't allowed to sleep here, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes and stared blankly at the empty shipping container above him.

next second.

"This is outrageous!"

"what!"

"There's a ghost!"

The security guard looked terrified, completely lost his composure, and ran towards the entrance of the dock while shouting.

The wind is strong, let's get out of here!

Locke, shirtless and wearing only trousers and leather shoes, grabbed his shirt and jacket with one hand and swept across the container terminal like lightning. He touched the water with his right foot and then jumped straight into the small park opposite the terminal.

Ten minutes later.

As Locke walked out of the small park, adjusting his cuffs with his eyes down, he calmly approached the roadside and hailed a yellow taxi.

Sentinel Special Operations Bureau.

"Okay."

The white driver seemed quite pleased. After turning on the meter, he hummed a tune as he drove toward the Sentinel Special Service.

Happiness is contagious.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Locke, who was still recalling the scene from last night and feeling sad that he might never see Catherine again, was infected by the old white driver's happiness and couldn't help but ask the driver why he was so happy.

Taxi drivers, regardless of location, are generally very talkative.

This old white driver was no exception.

Seeing that Locke had started talking, he chuckled, as if he had opened a floodgate of words.

"It's because there are far fewer homeless people in Manhattan now."

"chant...-.

"You're clearly an elite. You probably don't know how many non-migrants are competing with us for jobs."

When it comes to non-migrants, the old white driver's face is full of disapproval.

The arrival of these undocumented immigrants in New York City directly disrupted the city's labor market.

Before this group of people existed, it was common knowledge that the salary earned by one person was enough to support a family of five, and even make them wealthy.

But since those illegal immigrants arrived, the living standards of New York natives have plummeted.

They compete for jobs, and some will even do a job that would normally cost a hundred dollars for only thirty dollars.

Old Bai driver had suffered from this pain before.

"But things seem to be improving recently."

Several taxi companies in New York City suddenly discovered that their previously reliable and affordable drivers seemed to have disappeared.

"It's not just these unlicensed drivers; it's also the dishwashers behind the restaurants. It seems like all the homeless people in Manhattan have been driven away in the last month or so."

"Look, it seems like the good days are back."

At this point, Old Bai's joy was impossible to hide.

Locke listened to Old White's story, thought for a moment, and couldn't bear to tell him that the good days he was talking about probably wouldn't last long before things returned to normal.

Previously, there was the Vampire Tower, and Quinn conducted a large-scale arrest of undocumented individuals who were used to create vampires, as long as no corpses were found. The NYPD would never waste police resources on undocumented individuals.

Quinn captured all the undocumented immigrants and turned them into vampires, so naturally, the cheap jobs that the undocumented immigrants had been occupying would become available.

But the problem of undocumented immigrants won't end; in fact, before you know it, another undocumented immigrant could cross the ocean and arrive in New York City.

Give undocumented immigrants some time, and they will grow back like weeds.

But now that Quinn is dead and the Vampire Tower has been destroyed, when the time comes, the New York City labor market will return to normal.

but·.-

Enjoy the happiness while it lasts.

Locke, not wanting to spoil the fun, took out a hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it to the old white driver after arriving at the Sentinel Special Operations Building: "Keep the change."

The driver's eyes lit up: "Thank you, boss."

Locke waved without turning his head, got out of the car, buttoned up his suit jacket, and walked towards the building in front of him. Debbie was already waiting at the entrance of the building. When she saw Locke appear, she quickly went to greet him.

"Boss, people from SHIELD New York are here."

""-.good."