The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 122 The Light-Up Detector (4/5, please subscribe)

We went without hesitation.

After seeing Esme nod, Locke immediately got up from the sofa and pulled Esme towards the door.

Edward, Old Underwood's bodyguard, stood like a statue at the door.

Edward gave a wry smile as he watched Locke leave.

"Is it this big on the first day?"

"Feel sorry."

Locke shrugged. "So I didn't really want to come back. You know best, I don't get along with Old De."

I don't know, I don't know anything.

Edward forced a smile.

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger.

Although Old Underwood wasn't the president, to Edward of the Secret Service, it was practically the same as being the president.

Although neither of them would arbitrarily take their anger out on their subordinates.

but-

It's best to avoid it if possible.

This is the way to survive.

Locke didn't say much to Edward. He used the car key he had just taken from his mother Claire's wallet to unlock a red Chevrolet parked on the side of the road. He then greeted Edward and walked towards the car with his wife Esme.

A short while later.

The red Chevrolet started its engine and, carrying Locke and Esme, headed towards the Washington, D.C. Sentinel Headquarters.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Esme turned her head to look at the house disappearing from sight, then looked at Locke.

"Are you sure you don't need to tell them?"

"Need not."

Locke shook his head, glancing sideways at Esme: "Neither of them has the habit of eating lunch at home."

Whether it's the elder Underwood or the mother Claire, they are actually the same kind of people.

They were both the kind of people who pursued and enjoyed rights; otherwise, they wouldn't have gotten together in the first place.

The so-called enjoyment of rights naturally means being as close to those rights as possible.

They had never experienced this feeling with Locke.

chant·-.-

Mom Claire might be okay.

Old Underwood is no good, otherwise he wouldn't keep calling his son a rebellious son.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Locke hadn't been coming back today and if old Underwood hadn't had something to say to him, old Underwood definitely wouldn't have been home, and his mother Claire would probably have only stayed for a short while before running off again.

Parents are the true love; children are just an accident.

This sentence might just be an exclamation to others, but for Locke in this life, it was the most fitting adjective.

Esme listened with some surprise.

"So what did you do for lunch before?"

"Oh, it's alright, they still remembered to give me the money for lunch."

Locke smiled at Esme: "Besides, I've tried most of the restaurants in Washington, D.C. And coincidentally, I know a super authentic Chinese restaurant. I'll take you there to try it; I'm sure you'll love it."

Before settling in New York City, Locke, who lived in Washington, D.C., used his lunch money to sample all the delicious food in the city.

But that Chinese restaurant felt the most authentic. Unlike other Chinese restaurants, their Mapo Tofu wasn't numbing at all, and it was even a bit sweet.

So after finding that Chinese restaurant, Locke abandoned all the other Chinese restaurants that didn't fit the bill.

Whenever he wanted to eat Chinese food, he would drive his mother Claire's car to the Chinese restaurant in Northwest International Plaza, which was only a five-minute walk from the East Asian Embassy, ​​just like he was doing now with Esme.

soon.

Locke pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out with Esme. Just then, the door of the Chinese restaurant on the side of the road opened, and two people with East Asian features walked out of the restaurant while talking.

"Director Zheng, I'm sorry, they said they didn't receive any notification that you would be coming, and they've kept you waiting."

"It's nothing, I came here on a whim, it's all for work. The food here is really good."

"The Chinese food here is the most authentic in all of Washington, D.C."

Two men in suits, both with East Asian features, walked across the street chatting and laughing.

Locke didn't pay any attention.

After all, the Chinese restaurant here is right next to the East Korean embassy, ​​and he often saw East Korean people when he came here to eat before.

Of course.

The experience of eating here also allowed Locke to naturally learn very clear and authentic Donggu (Korean) language.

Locke brushed past the two people who were talking, explaining to Esme the authenticity of the place as he led her into the restaurant.

But as he led Esme through the door, a thought struck him, and he turned to look outside the restaurant.

One of the men in a suit who had already crossed the street happened to turn around and look over.

Eyes facing each other.

Locke and the man in the suit simultaneously looked away.

Esme looked at Locke's actions: "What's wrong?"

Locke snapped out of his reverie and chuckled, "I must have mistaken you for someone I knew from when I ate here before."

The staff from the Dongguo Embassy also looked at Director Zheng Xian, who turned around while speaking, and asked, "Director Zheng Xian?"

Zheng Xian also snapped out of his daze and chuckled, "This Chinese restaurant seems to be quite popular with the locals."

The staff at the Dongguo embassy laughed when they heard Zheng Xian say that.

"Yes, many locals who have visited our country and returned do really like this restaurant."

"By the way, I heard that years ago, the son of that House Whip liked to eat at this restaurant."

"House Whip? Francis Underwood?"

"Yes."

"Does his son like Chinese food?"

"This was said by some international students who came here to study a few years ago. They were in the same school as the son of that party whip, but we don't know if it's true or not, and we haven't verified it."

"I see."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Xian nodded, no longer dwelling on the matter, and instead returned to the main reason for his visit: "That Ghanaian..."

Has Director Andrew agreed to meet with us?

Upon hearing this, the staff member looked at Zheng Xian, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "Director Zheng Xian, you've come at the wrong time."

Zheng Xian frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"They were given the day off this afternoon, and as far as I know, Director Andrew has already booked a flight to Norway tonight."

"But isn't today still working hours?"

"Yes."

.....

Zheng Xian raised an eyebrow as he looked at his companion who had nodded but remained silent.

"and then?"

"They're on holiday today. It's their internal matter, and we can't really say anything about it."

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"That's why I said if you had notified me in advance, I would have definitely told you, so you wouldn't have made a wasted trip."

Jung Hyun looked at the staff member who was smiling wryly and fell silent.

next second.

"Forget it, I'm not going to the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau."

"Are you going back to your country? I'll arrange for you to return—"

"Go to the Sanfei Ornament and meet with the Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D."

He came here on a mission; he can't just go home because the Federation is on holiday.

The federal government gives holidays, but their Eastern countries don't.

There are two sides to the story.

It was a little after one o'clock in the afternoon.

After enjoying a perfect Chinese meal, Locke and Esme drove to the Washington, D.C. Sentinel Special Operations Headquarters.

The sentry at the door saw the red Chevrolet stop and walked over.

"Sir, please show your identification."

"Give."

Locke rolled down the car window and handed over his brand-new documents, which he had just ordered this month.

The sentry took the identification and initially didn't think much of it, but after seeing the contents of the identification, he subconsciously stood up straight and looked up at Locke sitting in the car.

next second.

The sentry said "Wait a moment" and then quickly returned to the security room. A moment later, the sentry almost jogged to the car and handed Locke his identification with both hands: "Sir, here is your identification."

Locke took the documents, thanked him, rolled up the car window, and drove into the parking lot of the 85-story Sentinel Tower.

Just as the car crossed the safety line, a warning light above the safety line lit up with a ding.

Generally, when this warning light comes on, there's only one possibility.

Mutants!

but-.

"Shit, Marlen, tell the maintenance department that the warning light is broken again." The sentry, who had watched Locke drive in, cursed and shouted to another person in the security room.

The security booth window opened, and another sentry poked his head out: "No way, it was just repaired yesterday, how come it's broken again?"

The sentry returned and looked at his companion: "Either the detector is broken, or the deputy chief of operations for the New York City sentries, or his female companion, is a mutant. Mullen, which do you think it is?"

Maren was taken aback at first, then looked at the sentry with a serious expression:

"The detector must be broken."

The sentry nodded in agreement: "I guess the detector was broken too."

The federal underclass, especially the low-level employees working in Washington, D.C., all share the same guiding principles.

I don't seek to be useful, but only to avoid making mistakes.

Either the detector was broken, or they were accusing a deputy chief of operations at the precinct of being a suspected mutant.

If you guess correctly, you will indeed have made a great contribution.

But what if you guess wrong?

Making unfounded accusations against a high-ranking and powerful figure can come at a price.

Such a price is not something they can afford.

A single word from a powerful figure was enough to ruin their family.

not to mention-

They were Sentinels working at Sentinel Headquarters in Washington, D.C., and were far more aware of the existence of the Sentinel Investigation Bureau than the local Sentinels.

What does it mean to eliminate mutants and protect humanity?

That's just something to fool a fool.

However, the same thing happened in the lobby on the first floor of the Sentinel Headquarters.

Locke glanced at the detector that started flashing after he walked in, and looked at the sentry who had gotten up from his seat after seeing the detector light up, somewhat speechless, and laughed: "I thought the detectors at headquarters were of better quality than the ones at our branch office."

The sentry smiled awkwardly and returned the identification to Locke: "Sorry, sir, these simple detectors often break down. I'll call a sentry from the maintenance department to come and fix them right away. Chief Andrew is already waiting for you in his office."

Upon hearing this, Locke shook his head, put away his identification, and then smiled slightly at Esme beside him.

"Let's go, darling."

"Um."