The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 185 Hope for Magic Immunity

As the law enforcement agency appointed by the five superpowers after World War II to specifically liaise with the supernatural world, S.H.I.E.L.D. has a massive internal database.

Especially after the hard work of the previous directors of S.H.I.E.L.D., the information on supernatural beings in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database has doubled in size.

Even after Nick Fury took over, the updates to the S.H.I.E.L.D. database began to have problems.

and so……

Despite the fact that the information in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database was twice as massive, and despite the fact that the patterns on the five corpses had been running through the S.H.I.E.L.D. Sentinel Joint Information for a full ten days, a conclusion was finally reached.

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This is news that sounds disheartening, and it truly is.

Locke listened to the latest news from Debbie. Although he had been prepared for this for five days, he was still somewhat disappointed when the result came out.

"So, we have absolutely no information about the Tree Witch?"

"……Yes."

Debbie didn't really want to admit it, but that was indeed the case.

They are in the light.

The tree-shaped witch is in the shadows.

Debbie even started to doubt one thing.

"Boss, do you think it's possible that the Tree Witches and their group are no longer in New York?"

"Probably not."

"what?"

"The Blood Queen's resurrection object is in New York City."

Locke leaned back against his desk, arms crossed, and said, "Catherine called from Orleans yesterday and told me."

Yes.

After the two resolved the issue of the tree witch sending people to follow them and opened up to each other, they gave each other their utmost trust.

Locke believed Catherine, while Catherine demanded that Locke believe her.

Debbie exchanged a glance with Emilia beside her, then looked at Locke.

"New Orleans?"

"Yeah, there are quite a few black witches over there."

Locke nodded: "Catherine found the dark witch she met in New Orleans, and that dark witch happens to know something about tree witches."

It is said that these tree-like witches, who worship the Blood Queen, were originally active in Europe.

Hunters cannot kill a witch, especially a terrifying witch like the Blood Queen.

So the Blood Witch was merely sealed away, and the Tree Witch was searching for the sealed body of the Blood Witch across the European continent.

This search lasted for hundreds of years until a hundred years ago, when the Tree Witch left the European continent and came to New York City, where she settled down.

and so……

If nothing unexpected happens, the Blood Witch is probably sealed away somewhere in New York City, but the exact location is unknown to the New Orleans Black Witch.

Debbie was somewhat surprised to hear this.

"New York City, the Blood Queen, but boss, aren't you sure Blade isn't in New York City anymore?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

He recklessly burned the energy in the pool of blood, letting his sense of smell permeate the entire city of New York.

Even if Blade were hidden in a vault beneath New York City, he could still smell Blade's scent.

But he didn't smell the blade.

"But Blade, being a hybrid, wasn't he meant to be the vessel for the Blood Queen? If Blade isn't in New York City, what's the point of the Tree Witch capturing him?"

"Budapest Vampire"

Locke crossed his arms, his eyes gleaming: "The progenitor of the Budapest vampires is the Blood God."

The true Blood God.

Instead of Skrugelero, who had obtained the power of the Blood God.

"At first, I was also curious as to why these tree witches would side with the vampires against us."

"All supernatural beings know that we will fight to the bitter end the moment we fire the first shot."

"But the tree witch still managed to break out."

"The Budapest vampires are from the Blood God's lineage, and clearly there are things we don't know about this."

"But we've almost got results by now."

"The tree witches grasp the blade not to be the vessel of the Blood Queen, but rather to be the vessel of the Blood God."

"As for the cost?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Tree Witch will give Blade to the Budapest Vampire, and the Budapest Vampire will give the Tree Witch to resurrect the Blood Queen."

"Tsk."

"The Blood God and the Blood Queen are about to get interesting."

After Locke finished speaking, he shook his head with a sigh.

This is what he realized after speaking with Catherine in New Orleans and connecting the foreign forces, the Budapest vampires, with the Tree Witch.

and also……

A Blood God.

A bloodthirsty queen.

Locke touched his chin curiously, then looked at Debbie: "Do you think these two are a couple?"

After all, they all share the surname Blood.

Besides, no one has stipulated that people from different ethnic groups cannot marry.

Debbie opened her mouth: "Boss, I think now is not the question of whether they are a couple, but the question of how we should deal with these two if they are really resurrected."

Locke shrugged: "What else can we do? We'll just have to deal with whatever comes our way."

Again.

Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

Earth has Kamar-Taj to protect it, the rest of the world has S.H.I.E.L.D., and the Federation has the Sentinel Special Operations Service.

He was the deputy director of operations for the New York State Sentinel Special Service.

He's not even a bureau chief.

Even the deputy director in charge of operations was only an acting position; he could only be officially appointed after the bank vault case was solved.

So he wasn't in a hurry at all.

What's the use of being in a hurry?

If they were to be anxious, it would only be under the premise of having clues. Right now, they don't even have a single clue, so how anxious can they be?

The most important thing.

He is not immune to magic yet.

All he wants is blood, is Malik really that inefficient?

Locke had a fleeting thought, but quickly rejected the idea of ​​calling Malik to urge him to hurry up.

In a word.

Even if he's in a hurry, he can't show it.

Another sign of a mature man is that he keeps his emotions hidden and doesn't express them on his face.

"Alright."

Locke thought for a moment, then looked up at Debbie and Emilia: "Send the latest intelligence to headquarters in Washington, then go do whatever you need to do."

Debbie and Emilia exchanged a glance, then responded and turned to leave the office.

Locke returned to his office chair, propped his feet up on the desk, crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and continued to rest.

One sleep deprived is hard to make up for with ten.

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One day of indulgence, and it's hard to go back for ten days.

He hadn't just indulged for one day; he had been ravaged by Catherine for nearly twenty days. Even though he had been recuperating for ten days now, he still felt a dull ache in his kidneys.

Fortunately, Catherine went to New Orleans; otherwise, he might not have been able to explain himself when the Empress returned this month.

Locke, while resting, felt a sense of relief.

Just then.

The phone rang.

Locke opened his eyes and grabbed the phone that was on the table beside him.

into the eye.

Stephanie's.

Locke raised an eyebrow and answered the phone.

"Feed".

"Little Cave, when are you going back to Huafu?"

"Feel sorry."

Locke shook his head and said, "I have a case on my hands. I'll go back once I'm done with it."

Stephanie was somewhat disappointed upon hearing this.

But I miss you so much.

"Me too."

"But you can't come to see me."

"hug……"

"Then I'll come see you."

Stephanie changed the subject, her tone now full of joy and happiness.

Stephanie, aboard her private jet, held the phone in one hand while smiling as she looked out the window at the Statue of Liberty, which was now in sight, and said, "Are you free to pick me up at the airport now?"

Locke's mind went blank for a second or two, then he instinctively got up from his seat, stood up, and, clutching his lower back which was suddenly aching again for some reason, asked in surprise, "You've come to New York City?"

Stephanie smiled.

"You don't welcome me to visit you?"

"Of course you're welcome. Wait here, I'll be right there."

Despite the throbbing pain in his head, Locke answered without hesitation, then hung up the phone and left the office.

Forty-five minutes later.

Locke drove to John F. Kennedy International Airport, and after showing his credentials, he was able to enter the hangar that houses many private jets without any hindrance.

Not far away.

A private jet that had just rolled off the production line last year and looked brand new was slowly taxiing down the runway toward this side.

After getting out of the car, Locke leaned against the vehicle, watching the private plane taxi by. He lit a cigarette to relieve the back pain that was getting worse as the plane drew closer.

after awhile.

The private plane gradually decreased its speed and then came to a stop five meters away from Locke.

The hatch opened.

Stephanie, with her blonde hair and diamond-studded high heels, appeared at the hatch. The moment she saw Locke, her cold, aloof demeanor vanished, and she walked towards Locke with obvious joy.

Locke tossed aside his cigarette butt and greeted him with a smile.

Stephanie threw herself into Locke's arms.

"A small cave!"

Tiffany.

Locke and Stephanie embraced.

Eyes facing each other.

Stephanie's gaze was intense and aggressive as she took the initiative to kiss Locke.

Seeing this, Locke didn't stand on ceremony and went straight to meet him.

The handsome flight attendant carried Stephanie's luggage and put it in the trunk of the Audi A8 behind Locke.

It's still an Audi A8, but not the one Locke had before.

This is a vehicle that Locke found in the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau's seizure warehouse.

After all, Director Andrew had promised to let him choose one from the warehouse to use as his official vehicle.

Just right.

This completely eliminates the need to pay for insurance.

After putting away his luggage, the flight attendant turned around without looking to the side and boarded Malik's private jet again.

after awhile.

The flight attendant pulled a small safe out of the plane and walked over to Locke and Stephanie, who were still kissing.

"Miss."

"..."

Stephanie stopped, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Locke, but when she turned to the flight attendant, she returned to her cold demeanor and took the safe from his hand.

"Alright, you can go now."

"OK."

……

(End of this chapter)