The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

With a thud.

The bedroom door was kicked open, and then the two entangled people were thrown onto the two-meter-wide bed.

Locke and Natasha were both lying in bed.

Natasha rolled over.

"Shall we go to the house?" Natasha asked, whispering in Locke's ear.

Locke thought for a moment and nodded: "It's been a long time since I've been there, it's good to go and take a look."

talking.

Locke opened the door of the Audi A8, and with Natasha in tow, drove towards Natasha's home.

Natasha's home was originally in a beautiful, scenic place.

However, so many years have passed, and the trees on the mountain have long since disappeared.

It wasn't because time naturally erased them, but because Natasha frequently hired professional lumberjacks to trim the trees on the mountain.

Although it is bare, it has a unique beauty.

Natasha led Locke along a stream toward home: "Since you're here, you'll have to stay a while."

Locke nodded and said, "Of course."

Push open the door.

Although there were some marks on the steps outside the house, the inside was very clean, comfortable and tidy, and there was no smell of decay.

It's clear that Natasha is a homebody and often comes back to visit.

but……

Locke frowned slightly and asked, "Have you brought anyone else here recently?"

Natasha rolled her eyes at Locke: "I haven't brought anyone else here since you came."

Locke nodded, looking around the room.

"Then why is there no dust here?"

"Can't I just come back by myself?"

Natasha sighed, "Since you got married, if I wanted to come back, I could only do it by myself."

Locke believed him and looked up at the roof.

"The roof seems to be leaking."

"Yeah?"

Natasha looked up and said, "There's a stream right next to us. The air is humid today; it's probably going to rain."

Locke reached into the room and felt around, then nodded.

"It's definitely going to rain, and it looks like it's going to be a heavy downpour."

"rainstorm."

Natasha corrected her.

The words fell.

The torrential rain suddenly poured down.

Seeing this, Natasha quickly led Locke towards the bedroom inside the house: "It's raining outside, let's go into the bedroom and rest."

Locke hummed in agreement.

It looks like this rain isn't going to stop anytime soon, so it's good to take a break.

the next day.

early morning.

Natasha, not wearing a bodysuit but a men's T-shirt, came out of the bedroom, smiled and greeted Locke, who was already at the bar.

"morning."

"morning."

Locke looked up at Natasha, who had just woken up, smiled, and then placed the breakfast he had just prepared on the bar counter: "Breakfast is ready, come and eat."

Natasha walked towards the bar and sat down on a high stool.

"I am indeed a little hungry."

"Would you like to drink?"

Locke pointed to Bourbon standing to the side.

Natasha raised an eyebrow and asked, "Is it okay to drink alcohol during work hours?"

Locke shrugged: "It didn't work last year, but it will this year."

Last year he was just a junior agent with no autonomy.

But this year he is a senior agent, leading the team alone.

Natasha waved her hand, holding the bread slice with the egg inside, and said, "You can, but I can't. I have things to do later."

Upon hearing this, Locke thought of Blade.

"Eric Brooks?"

"..."

Locke looked at her without saying anything, while Natasha, who was staring at him, explained, "That guy is so cool, I have to find out who he is."

Natasha smiled and said, "So, do you understand now?"

Locke laughed and said, "What I can see is not what you want us to see."

Eric Brooks, also known as Blade.

He found information about Blade Runner.

but……

It looks fake at first glance.

Locke glanced at it and was certain that the information Blade had put out in public was carefully disguised by professionals.

Natasha finished her breakfast, then picked up her hot coffee, drank it all in one gulp, and looked at Locke seriously: "Since we're on this topic, Locke, I hope you can hand over this case and stop getting involved."

Locke did not refuse, and looked at Natasha with a serious expression.

"Give me a reason, a reason that would make me give up on personally avenging my men."

"They are vampires, not people you can deal with, and this is not within your jurisdiction."

Brown doesn't think so.

Locke shook his head and said, "Besides, so what if they're vampires? Are they any more difficult to deal with than mutants?"

It's true that S.H.I.E.L.D. has extensive experience dealing with supernatural beings.

But the same goes for their Sentinel Special Operations Bureau.

Natasha said in a deep voice, "Vampires are different from mutants. Unlike mutants who live alone, vampires are social animals."

Locke shook his head, unmoved.

"It's impossible to hand it over."

"Luo..."

"However, we can cooperate."

Locke interrupted Natasha, who was trying to negotiate, and said with a smile, "I lost five people. There's no way I can hand over this case. If I did, I could retire early."

No one would want to work for a boss who wouldn't avenge them even if they died.

Even if the person who died was one of Brown's men.

But Brown and he have an all-weather strategic ally relationship.

But if he really gives up on the case, his relationship with Brown will definitely plummet to rock bottom, or even break down completely.

There are also some other reasons.

and so!

Even if he wanted to hand this case over to S.H.I.E.L.D., it was impossible for him to do so.

Natasha frowned as she listened to Locke's words, but remained silent.

Locke sipped his third glass of Thunder Bourbon that morning, watching Natasha frown in thought, and remained silent as well.

He didn't want to give up the case, but he was also envious of the extraordinary points Blade Warrior could earn.

Therefore, combining these factors and collaborating seems like a good option.

Natasha thought for a moment, then looked up at Locke, who was waiting for her reply.

"How will we cooperate?"

"Of course, it's about exchanging what we have and what we don't."

Locke said this, then looked at Natasha and said with a smile, "If I'm not mistaken, your department probably wouldn't send you over just because an informant died, right?"

The death of an informant is hardly enough to warrant the entire Trident of S.H.I.E.L.D. appearing in New York City.

For law enforcement agencies, informants are like a piece of toilet paper; once you run out of it, you just replace it with another one.

Natasha frowned and remained silent.

She was considering whether or not to reveal what they currently knew.

Locke didn't insist, and took the plate that Natasha had finished eating and put it in the sink.

after awhile.

Natasha snapped out of her daze and looked at Locke again: "Can you make that decision?"

Locke smiled upon hearing this.

"I cannot, but I know someone who can make that decision."

"..."