The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 111 I Want Nick Fury Dead! (3/5 Please Subscribe)

Locke knew all too well who those people in Washington were.

He didn't even need to look at others; just looking at old Underwood was enough to see the true colors of the Washington gentry.

For those people in Washington, it doesn't matter if you actually betray the country, as long as you can bring them benefits.

Remember this sentence.

The Federation is not a native country, but a country of immigrants.

This is why Locke, after giving the video to Chief Andrew, then handed it over to Maria Hill.

Even though he called Chief Andrew "uncle," the latter wouldn't use the video to target Nick Fury after obtaining it.

In this life, his father is already thinking of using him for political marriages to benefit himself.

What's more, it's just an uncle who verbally takes advantage of him.

Maria Hill was different.

Because Nick Fury's injury was in his and Maria Hill's mutual interest.

However, he couldn't just give the videotape to Maria Hill without giving it to Chief Andrew.

This is a fighting style that inflicts a thousand damages on the enemy while also inflicting eight hundred on yourself.

The best option is to split the video into two copies, one for Chief Andrew and the other for Maria Hill.

A two-pronged approach.

Double insurance.

As for holding Director Andrew accountable?

Ha ha.

Look.

Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrives.

Locke took out his incessantly ringing phone, glanced at the incoming call, and then answered it with a smile.

Uncle Andrew.

"Did you tell Maria Hill about aliens and Nick Fury?"

"Yes."

Having just received the news and already somewhat bewildered, Director Garner Andrew was once again stunned upon hearing Locke's unthinking admission.

Then his tone involuntarily turned somber: "I need an explanation, Deputy Director Underwood."

This matter was originally a secret.

Only by knowing a secret can one maximize the benefits derived from that secret.

But when two people know this secret, then it is no longer a secret.

Locke was prepared for Director Andrew's interrogation.

"Because it's part of the agreement."

"What agreement?"

"At that time, you agreed to the secret agreement signed with Commander Maria Hill."

It was that agreement that gave the Sentinel Special Service authority and Maria Hill the actual benefits.

This agreement was not signed under Locke's direction, and the signature on the secret agreement document is not his.

Instead, it was Director Ghana Andrew who was calling to interrogate him.

You signed the agreement yourself, so you can't deny it, can you?

Even if they try to shift the blame, they can't get it onto him.

Director Andrew also remembered the agreement at that moment.

His anger, which had been burning with accusation, suddenly subsided. He opened his mouth, but swallowed the rest of his words, leaving only his heavy breathing echoing through the phone.

Locke casually placed his phone on the conference table, put it on speakerphone, then stood up and, under Debbie's watchful gaze, stretched his limbs and did some light exercises.

The meeting room was quiet, with only the sound of breathing coming from the telephone on the table.

after awhile.

Director Andrew, in his Washington office, took a deep breath: "Your father is right, you are indeed not well-suited for politics."

With his hands on his hips and his head held high, Locke heard this, glanced at the telephone on the conference table, and smiled slightly: "Uncle Andrew,"

You know me, I've never considered following in my father's footsteps.

Before obtaining the system, he had no such thoughts.

Now that he has the system, he has even less reason to think about it.

Politicians need to maintain a balance. Sometimes, even if you hate someone, you have to make peace with them for the sake of the so-called "big picture."

This is not in Locke's character.

Before he transmigrated, he had once compromised himself for the sake of the so-called greater good. After he transmigrated, did he still compromise himself?

Then wasn't that a complete waste of time traveling?

Director Andrew shook his head helplessly as he listened to Locke's youthful and impetuous remarks.

Although Locke's reasoning was based on the terms of the agreement.

He did not divulge the secret to outsiders.

but·---

Please.

He was a fox from the same generation as old Underwood, and he knew perfectly well whether Locke did it on purpose or by accident.

However, he has no intention of taking his anger out on Locke.

Locke gave him a reasonable explanation, and Locke even called him uncle.

This is enough.

However, not taking one's anger out on others is one thing, but not understanding is another.

"So you gave up such huge profits just to oust Nick Fury? You should know what we would get if we had this secret all to ourselves, but by doing this, you'll get nothing."

"No, Uncle Andrew, I've already gotten what I wanted."

"What?"

"Uncle Andrew."

Locke sat back down, crossed his arms on the table, looked at his phone, and asked thoughtfully, "Do you think it's possible to kill Nick Fury using this secret if we're the only ones who know it?"

Director Andrew frowned, then gave an affirmative answer: "It will be difficult. He will definitely say that he does not know anything about it, as long as he can reveal the whereabouts of those aliens. You have also lived in Washington, D.C., so you should know what aliens mean."

It signifies the bigger picture.

Your overall situation.

Locke thought to himself, then continued, "So, as long as Nick Fury offers enough incentives, for the sake of the bigger picture, he can continue to serve as director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Director Andrew said in a deep voice, "This is for the greater good."

Locke smiled.

next second.

He stopped smiling.

"I want Nick Fury dead."

"Oh."

Chief Andrew chuckled and said, "You think sharing secrets with Maria Hill will get you Nick Fury? If that's what you think, Underwood, you're naive—"

Locke interrupted, "But this time, Nick Fury will definitely be ousted from his position as director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Director Andrew was stunned.

He seemed to have figured out what Locke wanted to do.

"You mean—."

"The death of Nick Fury is a big deal, but the death of an African American with no title, let alone one, or even a whole group, isn't a big deal for Washington, right, Uncle Andrew?"

Remove Nick Fury from office.

Then-·

Chop him up.

This is Locke's ultimate goal.

Again.

His desire for Nick Fury to step down aligns with Maria Hill's interests.

His desire to kill Nick Fury aligns with the interests of the Skrull invaders.

This is called cooking fish two ways!

The most important thing.

Killing an unnamed African American is much easier than killing Nick Fury.

Locke had no intention of hiding his thoughts from Director Andrew.

Director Andrew was shocked.

The sound of someone drawing out cold air could be clearly heard over the phone.

after awhile.

Director Andrew's voice came through the phone once again.

Do you think your plan will succeed?

"If only the Sentinel Service knew this secret, or if only Maria Hill knew this secret, this plan would certainly not succeed."

"but--

"Uncle Andrew, now that we can't get the 100% profit, shouldn't we think about how to earn as much profit as possible?"

Because when a secret is known only to two people, those two people will choose to reconcile privately for the sake of the greater good of each other.

However, when three people know this secret, and the demands of the two people who know the secret are different, then reconciliation becomes impossible.

He didn't believe that with the opportunity right in front of him, Maria Hill wouldn't seize it to oust Nick Fury and become the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

same.

He also didn't believe that Director Andrew would just stand by and watch Maria Hill take all the benefits from the secret he knew first.

Well known.

Triangles are stable!

but.-.-

After Locke explained his plans, he thought for a moment and then said to Director Andrew again, "And I can give you a guarantee, Uncle Andrew."

"What?"

"You want a Skrull? I'll catch you another one."

Director Andrew, who was in his office, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Does it matter whether Nick Fury is dead or alive in this secret?

unimportant.

The Skrulls are the most important.

"Can you find them?"

"cannot."

"But they will come looking for me, I'm pretty sure of it, because the Skrull body that was sent to Washington was named Garro, and according to his dying words, he was the son of the current Skrull leader, his only son."

"...-hiss!"

Upon hearing this, Director Andrew gasped once again.

"Aren't you afraid of crashing?"

"The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish."

Locke said expressionlessly, "This is what I have always followed."

Director Andrew shook his head with a wry smile: "When you went to Harvard, old Underwood was still complaining that you were not like your father. Now it seems that you are not just like old Underwood, you are exactly the same as old Underwood."

Locke smiled but said nothing upon hearing this.

Just then.

Director Andrew's secretary walked in through the door.

Deputy Director and Commander Maria Hill of S.H.I.E.L.D. visited.

Director Andrew nodded to his secretary, then said to Locke on the other end of the phone, "My people are here, so I have to talk to you now. We'll have a proper chat when you return to Washington next month."

Done.

Director Andrew hung up the phone immediately.

Locke stared at the disconnected phone, blinked, and swallowed back the words he was about to say that he wasn't planning to return to Washington this Christmas.

Forget it.

Anyway, it's not Christmas yet, we'll talk about it next time we call.

Locke shook his head and put away his phone.

Debbie, who had been standing to the side listening to Locke and Chief Andrew's conversation the whole time, walked over to Locke after he put away his phone.

"Boss, Blade and Vanessa are here too, they want to see you."