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Chapter 112 The First Member of the Super God Squad

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"Blade?"

"Yes."

"When did they arrive?"

Locke asked with some curiosity.

If he remembered correctly, Blade could walk in daylight, but Vanessa didn't seem to be able to.

Debbie replied, "Last night, when I got off work, they cornered me. They had nowhere to stay, so I let them spend the night in the interrogation room."

Blade's house was blown up by vampires.

As for Vanessa's apartment?

It.

Last night, Blade was planning to go to Vanessa's apartment, but when he got there, he found out that Vanessa's apartment had already been re-rented by the landlord.

The answer is: who made Vanessa disappear for several days?

This is not.

With nowhere else to go, the two thought of Locke and stopped Debbie before she was about to leave work.

As Locke listened to Debbie recount how she had been cornered by a blade the previous night, his lips twitched involuntarily. He then glanced at the time on his phone.

next second.

He put away his phone, shook his head, stood up, and walked towards the conference room door.

"Alright, go see Blade."

"OK."

Debbie followed closely behind Locke, carrying several documents.

Locke opened the conference room door and walked out, remembering something as he turned to look at Debbie.

"I feel like I'm really busy today."

"Because you are a very conscientious and responsible manager."

"Hahaha."

Locke was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter, before his expression turned serious.

"Debbie."

"Boss?"

"The official appointment hasn't been announced yet, so please keep it confidential."

"Yes, boss."

"Let's go."

Locke smiled slightly, then led his most beloved subordinate, Debbie, toward the detention and interrogation area of Group One.

At this moment, all the windows in the detention and interrogation area have been closed.

After all, there's a real vampire inside.

Blade was sitting on the iron bunk bed, carefully wiping his two beloved swords with a towel soaked in alcohol.

Vanessa, on the other hand, was sitting at her computer desk, seemingly looking up some academic material related to biology on her computer.

Blade, following the scent, looked up at Locke as he walked in and greeted him.

"Locke".

Eric.

Locke nodded to Blade, glanced at Vanessa who was getting up from her computer chair, and chuckled as a greeting: "How was it? Did you sleep well last night?"

Vanessa answered before Blade could, "Thanks to Debbie, she was very kind to us last night."

As she spoke, Vanessa gave Debbie a grateful look.

Debbie smiled but didn't say anything.

Locke nodded and then looked at Blade.

Get straight to the point.

"You'll get used to it. I had some things to do last night, and then a bunch of things to do this morning. I just finished up, and Debbie told us you were here. Is there anything I can help you with, Eric?"

"Can I join you?"

Blade looked directly at Locke and stated his purpose.

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"Join us? Sentinel Special Operations Bureau?"

"Yes, this morning when Vanessa was looking up information online, she told me that I am now wanted by the FBI."

""..-·I regret."

Blade is wanted, that's a fact, and Locke knows it too.

However, he was not wanted by the FBI, but rather by an arrest warrant issued by Nick Fury on behalf of the FBI.

As mentioned before.

Regardless of whether the Vampire Mansion was destroyed or not, Blade will definitely be dragged into the blame.

Locke expressed his regret that Blade was wanted, then frowned and said, "It's a good thing for us that you can join us right now, but you're currently wanted by the FBI. If I let you join..."

Locke paused at this point.

Blade stared at Locke without saying a word.

Join the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau.

This was the advice Vanessa gave him that morning after he learned he was wanted by the FBI.

It's clear that S.H.I.E.L.D. has abandoned him.

really.

There's no such thing as "fellow villagers meeting each other with tears in their eyes"; it's all about "fellow villagers meeting each other and stabbing each other in the back."

Throughout the entire federation, there is only one other law enforcement agency that can defeat law enforcement agencies.

But aside from S.H.I.E.L.D., Blade, who is only focused on killing vampires, only knows the Sentinel Special Operations Department where Locke works and doesn't know any other law enforcement agencies.

Moreover, Locke and he had a life-or-death bond.

If Locke hadn't saved Vanessa, she wouldn't have come to save him, and he wouldn't have survived.

Not to mention that Locke also told him that his adoptive father, Whistler, was not dead, but was simply being kept in some blood bank.

So the misunderstanding was cleared up, and Vanessa looked up Locke online and discovered that Locke had a very strong background.

And this kind of excellence is different from someone else's.

In a word.

Locke, it's hard!

so-

If he wants to continue killing vampires in peace, then joining the Sentinel Special Operations Department would be a good option.

This is what Vanessa said.

To paraphrase Vanessa, these days, connections matter.

Look at you, you've been killing vampires for so many years, and you haven't even taken down their lair.

But look at Locke, he only started killing vampires and his lair was already destroyed.

Blade agreed with Vanessa, so when Locke came in, he immediately voiced his thoughts.

Locke did not answer immediately, but a hint of struggle flashed across his face, as if he was having an intense internal struggle.

after awhile.

Just as Blade slowly withdrew his gaze, Locke gritted his teeth, seemingly having finally made a decision.

"OK!"

"Boss!"

Upon hearing this, Debbie, who was following behind, stared wide-eyed at Locke and exclaimed in surprise, under the watchful eyes of Blade and Vanessa.

"Eric is a federal fugitive, and we were already 'shutting up' by letting them stay overnight."

Locke turned to Debbie and shouted, then said in a deep voice, "Others may not know, but don't we? Eric was just someone S.H.I.E.L.D. put forward to take the blame for the Vampire Tower incident."

Debbie looked somewhat hesitant.

"But he is—"

"I remember about six months ago, Evans owed us a favor."

Evans, Operations Director for the FBI in New York.

Debbie thought for a moment and nodded.

"Yes."

"Now it's time for him to repay the favor. I can't control other places now, but I still have the power to do so in New York State."

""....yes."

Debbie glanced at Blade, then at Vanessa's expectant face, and opened her mouth: "I'll call Supervisor Evans now."

After saying that, Debbie took out her phone from her pocket, found a number, and dialed it.

soon.

The call was connected.

"Dai—.·"

"Manager Evans, it's me, Debbie Mills."

As Debbie spoke, she turned and walked outside, quickly disappearing from their sight. Only the echo of her voice remained: "Our Underwood supervisor hopes you can secretly withdraw New York State's arrest of Eric Brooks."

As Jack was leading Natasha Romanoff, who had just left the Sentinel Service building and then returned alone, into the elevator, he blinked involuntarily as he listened to Debbie's voice on the phone.

What's going on?

Did Debbie dial the wrong number?

Just as he was about to ask a question, Debbie hung up the phone without saying a word.

after awhile.

Debbie put away her phone and walked back in from outside with a blank expression.

Locke turned to look at Debbie.

"How is it?"

"Can."

Debbie nodded. "But Manager Evans said you owe him a drink."

Locke chuckled upon hearing this.

Vanessa, upon hearing this, gave Blade a wink.

See, what did I just say?

In this world, connections matter.

The federal arrest warrant was a bolt from the blue for the two of them, but for someone with connections, it was less important than a drink.

Locke turned back to look at Blade.

"It's all taken care of. The FBI won't be looking for you in New York State anymore."

"Thanks."

"You said it yourself, that as long as you kill vampires, we'll be friends, right?"

Blade listened as Locke answered him with the words he had once spoken, then looked at the unmistakable smile on Locke's face and his thick lips moved slightly.

"Thanks."

"I've taken care of the wanted poster for you. If you only want to join because of the wanted poster, you don't have to join."

Locke then turned to the blade and said seriously, "I am not Nick Fury; I never force anyone to do anything."

Blade didn't speak. After a moment of silence, he looked intently at Locke.

"Can I still kill vampires?"

"certainly!"

"The Sentinel Special Operations Bureau now handles not only mutants, but vampires too. Sentinel agents have a legitimate reason to kill vampires."

"Then I'll join."

"welcome."

Upon hearing this, Locke smiled broadly, extended his right hand to Blade, and said sincerely, "Welcome to the New York Sentinel Special Operations Team."

Originally, the New York Sentinels did not have this special operations team.

But Locke said so, and that's how this special operations team came about.

Again.

The Vampire Tower is gone, but there are still many vampires in New York City.

Those vampires were all his extraordinary points that he had accumulated while he was away.

The most important thing.

After the vampires are all gone, the Skrulls are next.

If Locke had to do everything himself, he would never finish grinding.

so·-

He had an idea.

During World War II, Captain America assembled the infamous Howling Commandos, a team of superhuman beings.

Locke also plans to set up a team specifically to farm his extraordinary points.