The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 194 Locke's First Overtime Work

Since graduating and joining the Sentinel Special Service, this is the first time in all these years that Locke has chosen to stay and work overtime instead of going home.

And they even volunteered to stay and work overtime.

Don't ask.

Married men all understand.

Locke sat on the sofa in his office, sipping his bourbon with relish, and couldn't help but admire his own cleverness.

Just a short while ago, Locke hung up the phone with Hill and had just returned the phone to Natasha.

The latter's words sent a shiver down Locke's spine.

Natasha looked at him with a smile in her eyes: "It's almost time to get off work, let's go."

These words were spoken.

Locke met Natasha's gaze, and his own waist and kidneys once again launched a final and resolute protest.

If you keep doing this, we're really going to go on strike.

At that very moment, his mind was working at a speed faster than light.

soon.

Locke sighed and said he couldn't get away tonight.

"What?"

"I'm staying here to prevent the Dolan organization from breaking Calder out of prison at night."

"...Breakout from prison? They wouldn't dare here."

"Heh, they dare to conduct vigilante trials right under our noses, what else wouldn't they dare to do?"

"...Then I'll stay and keep you company."

"no."

Locke's heart skipped a beat again, and then he said to Natasha with a serious expression, "I was planning to use Calder as bait. If you stay, they'll definitely think we're on guard, so you have to leave."

Natasha listened to Locke's reason, feeling that something was a little strange, but she couldn't find anything wrong with it.

that's it.

Natasha left the Sentinel Special Operations Department in the afternoon.

Locke was also able to protect his kidneys and lower back.

It's all Catherine's fault.

In a word.

It's because she squeezed us too hard back then.

Locke unhesitatingly shifted the blame onto Catherine, completely disregarding the fact that it was due to his having too many lovers.

Just then.

The telephone on the coffee table rang again.

Locke put down his glass, picked up the phone, and looked at the incoming call; his heart skipped a beat once more.

connected.

"Stephen."

"Honey, it's almost eight o'clock, why aren't you back yet?"

I almost forgot, Stephanie is also in New York City.

Locke thought to himself, then apologized and said, "I have something to do at the station tonight and I'm working overtime, so I won't be going home."

Stephanie on the other end of the phone was somewhat surprised to hear this.

"Do I need to work overtime too? But I'm going back tomorrow."

"That's great."

Locke silently cursed inwardly, but didn't say it aloud. Instead, he continued apologetically, "No, Debbie and Jack can't handle it. It's okay, you go back to Washington first, and I'll come back to find you after I finish my work."

"Really?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

"Oh well."

Stephanie then gave up, and after having a private conversation with Locke for a while, she reluctantly hung up the phone.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone.

He suddenly realized something.

No wonder married men aren't so averse to working overtime.

Working overtime for emotional reasons is also a form of protection for married men.

Locke sighed inwardly.

"Knock knock".

"Enter."

Locke looked up at Debbie, who was walking in with a shoulder bag and a pizza box in her hand.

"Boss, your pizza is here."

"it is good."

Locke stood up and took the pizza Debbie handed him: "It's so late, you and Emilia should go back too."

Debbie laughed and said, "Let's go now."

Locke smiled slightly: "Be careful."

Jack and Debbie were originally going to stay with him, but he declined.

If the Dolan organization really comes, Jack and Debbie won't be able to help in a battle of this level.

After saying goodbye to Locke, Debbie closed the door again and looked at her assistant Emilia, who had stayed behind to work overtime with her, saying, "Alright, let's go."

Emilia also slung her handbag over her shoulder and nodded.

soon.

The entire 44-story building was brightly lit, but completely empty.

Locke, carrying a pizza, pushed open the office door and went to the outside office area. After glancing at the empty office area, he raised an eyebrow and then walked towards the interrogation and detention room.

As soon as we entered the area of ​​the interrogation and detention cells, we heard the incessant clanging of chains coming from the room where Calder was being held.

At this moment, Calder was still trying his best to break free from the chains binding his limbs.

The chains struck the floor, sending sparks flying.

Don't bother.

Locke walked over with one hand in his pocket and a pizza in the other, watching the scene unfold: "If you really manage to break free, our Sentinel Special Operations Bureau might as well shut down."

Calder stopped struggling as Locke approached, looking at him expressionlessly: "We are not enemies."

Locke burst out laughing upon hearing this.

"Where do you get the idea that we're not enemies?"

"We are all doing the same thing: protecting the world and protecting humanity from supernatural beings."

"Is that what you think?"

Locke shoved the pizza box at Calder's feet and looked at him: "What right do you have to do this? If I remember correctly, there's the NYPD protecting New York City, the FBI protecting the Union and our Sentinel Special Operations, and S.H.I.E.L.D. protecting the world. I don't think your Dolan Church is among them."

Speaking of it.

Locke couldn't help but shake his head: "You're right, we're not just enemies, we're mortal foes."

Seizing power from someone is no different from murdering their parents.

Just look at how difficult it was for the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau to take the cake from S.H.I.E.L.D. before.

If Nick Fury hadn't been corrupt, their Sentinel Special Operations Agency would only have the authority to manage one mutant so far.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. seems to have compromised now that Maria Hill has taken office.

but……

Hill simply took a more moderate approach, even if it meant relinquishing jurisdiction over all of New York State’s paranormal activities. But right now, hasn’t the Sentinel Special Service and S.H.I.E.L.D. chosen to cooperate on paranormal activities in New York State?

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It may seem like they've conceded, but in reality they haven't; they've even managed to shift the blame while still reaping tangible benefits.

Unfortunately, the Sentinel Special Operations Service has very limited information about the supernatural world, while S.H.I.E.L.D., though weakened, is still a formidable force. If they want to integrate the supernatural beings in New York State in the shortest possible time, they still need the help of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s information and even personnel.

However, regardless of the circumstances, the conflict between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Sentinels is an internal matter.

And what about the Church of Doran?

Good guy.

While they were locked in a fierce battle with S.H.I.E.L.D., a wild, illegal organization quietly attempted to take control of the entire wizarding community right under their noses.

Are you crazy?

This shows they completely disregard him and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Therefore, Locke and Hill share the same attitude towards such illegal and unregulated organizations.

It appears instantly.

He submitted a report, Hill approved it, and then the execution list was expedited.

Calder's expression changed upon hearing Locke's words, as if he wanted to say something.

But Locke didn't come here to listen to Calder spout nonsense about how they weren't enemies but allies.

"Do you think your people would choose to come and rescue you if they knew you were being held here?"

"You can't keep me locked up."

"Give it a try."

Locke smiled slightly, then glanced at the pizza at Calder's feet: "That concludes our conversation. Let's eat. I'll be going now."

That's all.

He turned and walked away without looking back, ignoring Calder's repeated plea for him to wait.

learn from mistakes.

The same trick would have no effect on him.

Wizards of Dolan, hurry...

Wait a moment.

wrong.

Come later, preferably a week later.

After Locke walked out of the interrogation cell, he blinked and thought to himself.

Catherine went to New Orleans.

Stephanie is going back to Washington, D.C. tomorrow.

The Empress Esme is currently in Hawaii.

There's only one Natasha in New York City.

He figured that if he gave his back and kidneys a week's rest starting today, he would be fully recovered next week.

Therefore, he sincerely hoped that Dolan's wizards wouldn't arrive so early.

He's not in a hurry.

"Ding-dong."

"Dear Mr. Locke Underwood, the amount due on your student loan tomorrow is..."

"hiss."

Locke grinned as he looked at the Stark Bank text message that appeared on his phone.

He felt that he had just paid off his student loan a few days ago, so how come the repayment date was approaching again so soon?

Fortunately, at the end of last month, Debbie joined the National Action Supervisor Assistant Group and compiled a lot of money-making tips from action supervisors in other states.

otherwise……

He's going to ask the Empress for money again this month.

No.

We still need to find some new ways to make money.

Are there any new ways to make money?

I don't have an economics background either.

Locke put down his phone, muttering to himself, as he walked from the interrogation room to the office area.

Just then.

The sound of an elevator door opening came from the elevator lobby.

Locke heard the sound, looked up, and looked towards the elevator lobby.

A burly man walked out of the elevator.

When Jack saw Locke in the office area, he was taken aback at first, then walked up to him: "Sir, you haven't left work yet?"

Upon hearing this, Locke raised an eyebrow and looked at Jack, who was walking out of the elevator: "Didn't you just get off work? Why are you up here again?"

Jack scratched his head and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

"My things..."

"I was lying to you, Jack gets off work at five o'clock."

"..."

Jack, who was scratching his head, froze on the spot for a moment.

"besides……"

Locke's face revealed an undisguised mockery: "Didn't you guys do your homework before coming up here disguised as Jack?"

Imposter Jack: "..."

(End of this chapter)