The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 188 The Unofficial History of Locke Circulating in Europe

Brooklyn.

A dilapidated house that looks quite inconspicuous from the outside.

Locke turned his gaze away from the dilapidated house and looked at Natasha, who had pulled him out of the Sentry Building.

"So... this is the Wizard's Bar you were talking about?"

"Yes."

How did you find out about this place?

Locke frowned slightly: "Is there no information about this place in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database? Or is it that you haven't shared all the information?"

If this really was the so-called Wizard's Bar, he would have known about it long ago.

However, this information is not in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database.

"We didn't hide anything."

Natasha looked at Locke with a serious expression and said, "In fact, the reason I came back this time is for the registration of this bar."

Locke didn't speak, he just quietly looked at Natasha.

Natasha chuckled.

"Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you."

"I?"

"Yes, ten days ago, didn't you have a big battle with the witches on the Brooklyn Bridge and kill two of them?"

"right!"

"And then you found the two witches' biological parents, and just like before, you threw them into the mutant lab as expendable resources?"

"That's true."

Locke admitted to it without hesitation.

He did what he said he would do.

If you say you want the witch's family to be together, then you must make sure they are together.

The two witches were indeed orphans, but their biological parents were still alive. After he found them, he didn't hesitate to send them directly to the mutant lab as William Stryker's expendable resources on charges of treason.

Seeing Locke nod, Natasha spread her hands and said, "After this incident, a witch named Chloe contacted us."

Locke frowned: "Why haven't you contacted me?"

Natasha turned her head to the side, said nothing, and just quietly looked at Locke.

Locke looked into Natasha's eyes and instantly understood.

"You continue."

"Anyway, this witch named Chloe has contacted us. Since you're looking for the Tree Witch, Hill sent me back from Europe to verify her identity and also to prevent you from killing this witch who finally took the initiative to contact us in a fit of anger."

"...I'm not that cruel."

"Other extraordinary beings don't agree with your statement. Do you know what vampires in Europe call you?"

"What?"

"tyrant."

"What kind of weird nickname is that?"

"You're a vampire, so..."

"I am not a vampire."

Locke interrupted Natasha again.

Natasha ignored her, glanced at Locke, and only continued after confirming that Locke wouldn't interrupt, "Anyway, the vampires in Europe think you are, and do you know why they say you're carrying out such a large-scale cleanup of vampires?"

Locke thought for a moment.

"For world peace?"

"They say you and the Progenitor Blood God are from the same era, but you are enemies. You awakened earlier, so you plan to eliminate all of the Progenitor Blood God's vampires to weaken his power and prevent him from reviving."

"..."

Locke listened to Natasha's words, opened his mouth, and then fell silent.

It took him a long time to recover.

"European vampires...do they really have such a wild imagination?"

"There's something even more shocking, do you want to hear it?"

"In no mood."

Locke spoke without hesitation, then looked at the smile on Natasha's lips: "However, even if I didn't want to, you would probably have said it anyway."

Natasha nodded: "You guessed right. What's even more shocking is that the latest version of the story circulating among European vampires is about you, the progenitor tyrant, the progenitor Blood God, and the Blood Queen Clark's love triangle."

Locke's expression twisted into a deep frown.

"What?"

"They say that the three of you were from the same era, and that you and the Blood God were both pursuing the Blood Queen Clark at the time. They say that the Blood Queen Clark was originally with you, but later she colluded with the progenitor Blood God, and the two of them sealed you away together. That's why you were targeting vampires and tree witches and killing them."

"OMG Fuck!"

"Breaking news!"

"..."

Locke was exasperated, and even as he looked at Natasha's questioning gaze, his lips twitched: "Damn it, you don't believe me, do you?"

Natasha quickly shook her head.

"No, how could that be?"

"Then what was with that suspicious look you gave me just now? I saw it, Natasha."

You've misjudged.

Natasha looked at Locke with a serious expression, then changed the subject, saying, "However, someone does want me to confirm the veracity of this rumor with you."

Locke took a deep breath.

"Who?"

Hill.

Natasha said, then looked at Locke, who seemed a little excited, and quickly added, "It's like this, Hill plans to try to re-establish relations with several highly respected elders of the Extraordinary World under the pretext of writing an epic of the Extraordinary World. If you don't want to say anything, that's fine too. The Easterner in charge of writing the epic of the Extraordinary World said he could put it in the unofficial history."

unofficial history?

It's that kind of unofficial history where official history isn't necessarily accurate enough, but unofficial history is definitely unofficial enough?

Locke's heart skipped a beat, his face changed drastically, and he shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"no."

"Absolutely not."

"I don't know anything about the Progenitor Blood God or the Blood Queen Clark. That's bullshit, pure bullshit."

As a person from the East in spirit.

Even though he is unlikely to die in this life, he still cares a lot about his posthumous reputation.

In a word.

I don't seek to be remembered for a thousand years, but I certainly can't be remembered for a thousand years of infamy.

Furthermore...

Locke glanced at Natasha: "With my looks and my silver tongue, if it were really me, it would be the progenitor blood god who would be sealed away, not me."

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Natasha blinked after hearing Locke's words, then nodded in agreement.

She planned to add that sentence when she spoke to the East Asian-American writing agent.

After Locke finished speaking, he thought of the baseless rumor circulating in Europe and took a deep breath: "By the way, your S.H.I.E.L.D. knows about this rumor, and you're just going to remain indifferent, not planning to do anything?"

"freedom of speech."

"That's what you call freedom of speech? This is fabrication, this is malicious fabrication against me."

"They don't know either, and that's why I came here to verify with you, didn't I?"

"I……"

Locke looked at Natasha, who had a serious expression on her face, opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Damn tree witches and European vampires, just you wait, I'm going to kill you all."

Hearing this, Natasha said quietly, "But by doing this, doesn't it just confirm the existence of your love triangle with the Progenitor Blood God and the Blood Queen Clark?"

Locke turned to Natasha with a whoosh.

Eyes facing each other.

Locke fell silent.

"So what do you suggest we do? Hold a press conference?"

"With the federal government's credit rating, do you think it's useful?"

"..."

Locke fell completely silent.

Just then.

Natasha, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly brightened up and pointed to a woman across the street wearing a black dress, smoky makeup, and a bun hairstyle: "Chloe is out."

Upon hearing this, Locke looked in the direction Natasha was pointing.

The two got off the car.

Locke looked at the woman across the street who was about to push open the door to enter the dilapidated house, and called out directly, "Chloe."

Chloe, who was about to go to work at the Wizard's Bar, turned her head when she heard the sound.

then……

She then saw Locke walking towards her from across the street.

Chloe's expression changed drastically in an instant.

Her first instinct was to run away.

Upon seeing this, Natasha quickly called out, "Chloe, this is S.H.I.E.L.D., I received your call."

Chloe stopped in her tracks, her uneasy gaze falling on Natasha, and she stood still, suppressing the urge to flee.

Locke looked at Chloe and was speechless.

"Am I that scary?"

"What do you think, tyrant?"

Natasha revealed Locke's latest nickname, then stepped forward and approached Chloe first, showing her identification and handing it to her.

Chloe glanced nervously at Locke as she took the identification Natasha handed her. Once she confirmed it was from S.H.I.E.L.D., she breathed a sigh of relief and returned the identification to Natasha: "Come in."

Done.

Chloe didn't dare look at Locke, so she opened the door and went inside.

Locke followed Natasha, watching Chloe lead the two of them down what seemed to be an underground path: "Seriously, am I that scary?"

Natasha smiled slightly upon hearing this and looked at Locke: "No, you are a loving father."

"Really?" Locke was overjoyed. "You also think I'll be a loving father?"

Natasha chuckled: "Yes, a loving father like Stalin."

Locke fell completely silent.

Natasha laughed and, without stopping to wait for Locke, who had been caught off guard by her, followed Chloe.

Locke watched the two figures disappear and quickly gave chase.

soon.

Chloe led the two through the steps and a short corridor, and then the view suddenly opened up.

The wizard's bar, hidden in this dilapidated house, suddenly came into Locke's view.

Upon entering the bar, the first thing that catches the eye is the spacious area illuminated by warm-toned lights. The walls are covered with various ancient magical artifacts and mysterious symbols. Behind the bar, there are all sorts of bottles and jars, including many rare magical potions and herbs, emitting a faint, strange fragrance that makes one think of a witch's alchemy laboratory.

Several exquisitely carved wooden tables and chairs, with divination tools such as tarot cards and crystal balls often scattered on the tables.

Chloe led the two to the bar and sat them down, then patted the sign next to them.

The previously dim signboard instantly lit up.

Chloe then turned around, took a deep breath, looked at Locke, and uttered her first words to him.

"I know you, you are the progenitor of tyranny!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)