The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 123 A Sudden Promotion and Salary Increase! (5/5 Please Subscribe)

Garner Andrew, as the director of the Federal Sentinel Service.

His office, naturally, was on the top floor of the Sentinel Special Service Building, on the 85th floor, which held the most power in the entire building.

Occupying a third of the 85th floor, with its enormous bulletproof floor-to-ceiling windows, standing by the window feels as if you are embracing most of the Washington, D.C. area.

Furthermore, the Sentinel Tower, which was built later, is tall enough to overlook the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, which is less than ten kilometers away.

"Give."

"Thanks."

Esme, who was standing in front of the French windows gazing at the scenery outside, snapped out of her reverie and turned to look at Locke, who was walking over with two glasses of bourbon.

Esme took one of the glasses and looked at Locke, who had been treating Director Andrew's office like his own home: "Are you sure it's okay for you to touch your director's fine wine?"

Locke took a sip of his drink, looked at Esme, and said with a smile, "I think that based on what I've done so far, he wouldn't be angry even if I moved his entire liquor cabinet home."

Since its inception, the Sentinel Special Service has dreamed of expanding its authority.

How is the result?

Until Locke appeared, it had never succeeded.

With just a slight intervention, he directly gave Sentinel Special Operations the desired result.

no doubt.

He is a meritorious official.

A great contributor.

Just as Locke finished speaking, laughter came through as the door opened.

Director Garner Andrew, who was close in age to Old Underwood and even shared a similar demeanor, but appeared more amiable than the kind-faced but ruthless Old Underwood, happened to hear Locke's words as he pushed open the door. He walked in with a smile and said, "If you don't sell this secret to a second party, yes, you can take all the fine wines from my office back with you."

Locke smiled and turned around: "But I was just following orders, wasn't I?"

He gave the video to Maria Hill, which was indeed a bad move, but procedurally speaking, no one could find fault with it.

After all, the terms with Maria Hill were negotiated by the department, and Locke had not received any prior orders to exclude this video recording.

so·

Locke shrugged and added, "Chief, you know me; I'm the most law-abiding citizen."

Director Andrew put the documents aside, looked at Locke with admiration in his eyes, and said, "Yes, that's why I promoted you to Deputy Director of Operations for New York State."

Locke paused slightly, then asked, "New York State?"

Good guy.

Did I say something wrong?

Or did you give me another promotion?

Director Andrew looked at Locke's expression and smiled: "What, you don't want to?"

Locke quickly shook his head.

"No, Chief, I remember, the Deputy Chief of Operations for New York State is Deputy Chief Jonathan, right?"

"He's dead."

"what!"

Locke was somewhat shocked upon hearing this: "When did this happen?"

He remembered seeing Jonathan when he left work yesterday. How could he have disappeared overnight?

Chief Andrew took the bottle of bourbon that Locke had just opened from the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass, took a sip, looked at Locke who was looking at him expectantly for an answer, and shook his head, saying, "Killed by the sentries."

Locke raised an eyebrow: "A sentry?"

Esme, standing to the side, was curious upon hearing the name: "What is a sentry?"

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Director Andrew then noticed Esme standing next to Locke, smiled, and looked at Locke: "This must be the legendary Mrs. Esme Underwood."

Esme shook hands with Director Andrew with a graceful demeanor, then looked at Locke with curiosity again: "The legendary one?"

Locke shrugged and didn't answer.

Director Andrew smiled and explained to Esme, "It's not just the legend, you know, back in Washington, this guy said he didn't need love, he just wanted to focus on his career."

Esme smiled and looked at Locke again.

Locke shrugged again.

If he hadn't said that back then, those people would have dared to drag him, a minor, to the island to have fun.

Although Locke was also fascinated by the mystery of that island.

But a wise person knows what is permissible and what is not.

However, he can't control others, nor is he interested in doing so; he's content as long as he can manage himself.

Locke thought to himself, then changed the subject, explaining to Esme the sentry that Chief Andrew had mentioned earlier.

The so-called Sentry Agents are different from Sentry Agents.

Simply put.

Sentinels face outwards, while guards face inwards.

Sentinel agents, to put it simply, are the internal affairs department within the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau.

In a word.

The sentries specifically check their own men.

Moreover, the Sentinel Guard was not established by the Sentinel Special Service, but by Colonel William Stryker, a military partner.

only?

After Locke, Esme, and Director Andrew took their seats on the sofa in the reception room, they voiced their questions.

"What did Jonathan do to get watched by the sentries?"

"Do you remember the attack on your two team leaders in New York City a while back?"

"Um."

Locke nodded.

This is why he chose to absorb the vampire's abilities after seeing them.

He didn't want to die halfway through his business.

Although the vampires of that time had many flaws, at least they could ensure that they had a little bit of self-protection ability.

As a result, after absorbing it, he didn't encounter any mutant attacks, but instead fought with vampires until now.

Locke seemed to have thought of something when he heard Director Andrew mention this matter.

"Jonathan did it?"

"right."

Why?

"His wife, Mays!"

"Woolen cloth···

"His wife, Mace, is a mutant."

"What!"

Is he also a mutant?

Good guy.

Locke was shocked.

Esme, who was standing nearby, also showed a surprised expression upon hearing the news.

Director Andrew sighed.

"After the incident in New York City, Colonel William Stryker's sentries began a covert investigation."

"The results are in."

"Last night, after the guards raided Jonathan's residence, Jonathan confessed."

"Those people were all killed by Jonathan's wife, Mays."

"The reason? Mace and her brother were both mutants. After they awakened, her brother resisted our capture and died protecting Mace. Later, Mace came to New York City and met Jonathan."

"Mays seduced Jonathan; the information and addresses of those people were all provided by Jonathan."

"—Tsk."

After listening to Andrew's story, Locke shook his head twice and then sighed.

"And then Jonathan was killed by the sentry?"

"No.

"The one who killed him was Mace."

"".-.hiss!"

Locke was taken aback at first, but after realizing what was happening, he gasped and looked at Director Andrew.

Why?

"Perhaps fearing the discovery of other hidden mutants, she committed suicide after killing Jonathan."

"—Didn't you bring the X-energy suppressor?"

"I brought it."

"That's what Chief Andrew said," he said, then shook his head and said, "She killed Jonathan with a pistol and then committed suicide by shooting herself."

Locke opened his mouth, then sighed, "That was so careless."

"Hmm... Hmm?" Director Andrew, who was just about to nod in agreement, widened his eyes and looked at Locke.

Locke met Chief Andrew's gaze and said with a serious expression, "These mutants are despicable."

Knowing full well that they can't win against the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau head-on, they like to resort to these petty tricks, such as seducing and corrupting these determined Sentinel soldiers.

Utterly despicable.

Locke, fearing that Director Andrew wouldn't believe him, paused for a moment, then, under Esme's gaze, jumped up from the sofa.

"Chief, rest assured, I have an irreconcilable hatred for mutants!"

"Very good, very energetic."

Director Andrew looked at Locke with great appreciation, his expression full of approval: "It was worth promoting you to Deputy Director of Operations for New York State. However, whether you can hold onto this position as Director of Operations depends on your next actions."

Upon hearing this, Locke sat back down on the sofa, manually closing Esme's slightly parted mouth, and then looked at Director Andrew.

"What operation?"

"Find the members of the lurking mutant freedom organization in New York State, destroy them, and you can drop the word 'agent' from your resume. Do you have confidence?"

"No!"

"I have a message—what did you say?"

Director Andrew's eyes widened again as he looked at Locke.

Locke felt no hesitation and gave Director Andrew a wary look: "Director, the state operations director has been infiltrated by mutants. Who knows if others have been infiltrated? I need to make some necessary adjustments after I take over."

Director Andrew thought about it and agreed.

"How long will it take you?"

"One year."

Locke gave a preparation time without hesitation.

Chief Andrew's face darkened immediately: "Then you should stay as the New York City Operations Director. I'll find someone else for the State Operations Director."

"it is good."

Locke readily agreed to Director Andrew's proposal.

Director Andrew looked at Locke, who had an indifferent expression, and was speechless once again.

"Don't you want to be the state operations director?"

"Yes, I do."

"That."

"You have specific requirements, and I certainly can't complete them quickly."

"The timing is negotiable."

"Didn't you just say it was impossible?"

"One year is definitely not enough."

Chief Andrew, his face dark, looked at Locke: "New York State has now gained jurisdiction not only over vampires but also over other supernatural beings. Therefore, New York State must find and eliminate the mutants of the Mutant Freedom Alliance hiding in the shadows as quickly as possible."

This way, they can free up their resources to cause trouble for other extraordinary beings and continue to expand their influence.

Locke certainly knew about this.

but··

"I need time."

"One year is definitely not enough."

"That--.-

Locke frowned, thinking seriously, then sighed and looked at Director Andrew: "Six months should be enough, right?"

Director Andrew frowned.

Upon seeing this, Locke simply shrugged.

"I need to clean up internal problems, which will take some time. If you can't even give me six months, then find someone else. I can't do it anyway."