The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 196: One Million Yuan Worth of Each

Why were the wizard's attacks ineffective against him?

Because he upgraded.

Learn about being invulnerable to all laws.

Although the "Immunity to All Poisons" fusion with the "Practice Makes It True" card, which is the final sublimation of the "Immunity to All Magic," can only ignore magic of the extraordinary life level at present, and cannot yet achieve true invulnerability to all magic.

But it's enough for now.

The witch in his hand, the male witch whose heart he had just ripped out, and the old wizard from the beginning—their magic was not incapable of attacking Locke.

Locke could feel the magic acting on him, but the next second, the magic melted away as quickly as snowflakes met the scorching sun the moment it touched him.

This led the three wizards to the misconception that their magic had failed them.

but……

Locke wasn't a gossipy person, nor did he have much of a desire to share, so he wouldn't tell the witch who was currently being held by the throat.

but!

"I'll give you a chance to live. Tell me, where is your Dolan headquarters?"

"dream!"

The witch, her neck being gripped, glared at Locke and forced out those words from her throat.

The witch gripped Locke's iron-hard arms with both hands, barely managing to squeeze out a voice: "Let me go, tyrant!"

Locke burst out laughing.

"You called me a tyrant, and you expect me to let you go?"

"Let me go."

"Fine, if you don't want to tell me, then don't. I'll do it myself."

Locke smiled slightly, and with a thought, he directly began to steal the memories from the witch in his hand.

Don't ask him why he didn't attempt to steal the memories of the old wizard and the male wizard from before.

The answer is that he had just forgotten, but now he's remembered.

moment.

A deluge of memories flooded in.

He saw the witch and the wizard whose heart had just been ripped out, both murdered because a man from the neighboring city of Jersey had simply made a box of witch potion for his neighbor, violating the Doran Law which forbade wizards from having contact with humans.

He also witnessed the witch using black magic to create little people with the male witch from earlier every night.

There are many similar scenes.

There are scenes of witches and wizards arrogantly killing innocent wizards during the day, and scenes of witches and wizards using black magic to entertain at night.

The visuals were so realistic and immersive that it infuriated Locke.

However, it wasn't because of the witch and wizard's nighttime encounters in my memory.

Without him.

No matter how fancy those two wizards were, it was all child's play to Locke and not worth mentioning at all.

Moreover, Locke had recently undergone a thorough "juicing" process by Catherine.

These childish scenes were not only unappealing to Locke, but he also felt they had no entertainment value whatsoever.

He was furious because of what the witch and the wizard had done during the day.

Locke felt intense discomfort as he experienced the scene of the illegal trial of the wizard couple during the memory plunder.

In a word.

That's incredibly arrogant.

Compared to them, Locke couldn't even call himself a law-abiding good person.

He's practically a saint.

"I knew it! There are so many wizards in New York City, how come I couldn't find a single one before?"

"The root of all feelings lies with you Dolan."

"Kill the witches who use herbs to cure ordinary people."

"A witch's son fell ill, and because she had no money, she used magic to obtain some money just to pay for his treatment, yet you still killed him, not even sparing his son."

"Tsk tsk."

Locke slowly opened his eyes, looking at the witch in his hands with a strange expression: "How can you be so awesome?"

He's never been this arrogant.

there has never been.

Just as Locke and old Underwood said, as the son of the party whip, he should be able to act arrogantly and domineeringly. Even if he committed some heinous crime, he could get a pardon in a last-minute rush before the current president leaves office.

But he remained honest and well-behaved.

Why is that?

Because he is kind?

No, that's not all. The most important thing is that his soul, and even the true education he received in his heart, is the real reason.

There's one more thing.

After going to the Wizard's Bar, he was very curious. There were so many wizards drinking there, but he couldn't find a single one in the entire city of New York.

It seems the Dolan Church has terrified the wizarding community.

Indeed.

In the witches' memories, they had killed quite a few wizards who attempted to destroy the world.

If you only look at this one paragraph, there doesn't seem to be any problem.

Wizards who attempt to destroy the world should be killed.

The whole thing can be connected, and seeing that the Dolan Church even applied the principle of "death to disobedients" to the entire wizarding community reveals something else entirely.

"Under your high-pressure control, there are still so many wizards who haven't exploded. They are genuinely kind-hearted and unwilling to harm ordinary people. If it were me, I would have exploded long ago."

Locke shook his head speechlessly, looking at the witch in his hand: "I suddenly realize that killing you would be far too easy for you."

As they were talking.

He suddenly raised an eyebrow, as if he had come up with a good idea.

Do it when you think of it.

As Locke took his phone out of his pocket, he stomped on Calder's throat again, crushing it, and then made a call.

The call was answered quickly.

"Feed".

"Mr. Malik."

Locke looked at the witch in his hand and smiled as he said to his father-in-law, the wealthy Gideon Malik, who had just answered the phone, "Do you want a witch? I'll sell you one."

Yes.

While thinking of a good place for the witches he had, he also thought of a way to earn more extra money.

During the period when the federal government was founded, what kind of business was the most profitable?

Today, African Americans living on federal lands would certainly be able to answer this question without hesitation.

Gideon Malik was taken aback by Locke's words at first, then he realized what he meant.

"You...sell?"

"Yes, do you need one? I happen to have one here."

"...How much do you plan to sell it for?" Gideon Malik asked after a moment's thought.

Locke shrugged. "I don't know. Why don't you name a price? You definitely won't rip me off, right?"

Gideon Malik chuckled upon hearing this, then remained silent.

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after awhile.

Gideon Malik's voice came through.

"How about one million US dollars?"

"hiss."

"Too little?"

"No, more than I expected."

Locke was telling the truth.

He originally thought it would be around 500,000, but to his surprise, it was double the price he expected.

Gideon Malik explained with a smile, "Normally it would be 700,000, but since this is the first time you've approached me to do business, I've added 300,000 to the price."

Locke suddenly realized, "Alright, thank you. I have her in my hands now. Quickly send someone to take her away, otherwise, I'm afraid I'll kill her."

"We've already sent someone over; they should arrive in about ten minutes."

"By the way, you guys captured a witch, right? Don't let her escape when we hand her over."

"Don't worry, let alone witches, if you can find a demon and capture one for us alive, we have a way to control him."

"hiss."

Locke gasped again: "Demons? You captured them all?"

Good guy.

Is Hydra's business really that extensive?

Gideon said, "I don't do this business. Others do. I've told you before, Locke, you don't understand our current strength. We..."

Again.

Locke interrupted, "Alright, that's enough. Remember to transfer the million to my account. I need to pay my student loan tomorrow, and I'm worried that after that, I'll have to live on credit cards again."

After finishing his monologue, Locke hung up the phone.

Then he looked at the witch in his hand with a happy expression.

"Did you hear that? You're worth a lot of money."

"..."

Listening to Locke's call the whole time, the witch's face flushed red with extreme anger after realizing that Locke was going to sell her. She tried her best to escape from Locke's hands, which were as strong as steel.

It can't be said that it has no effect, but it has absolutely no effect.

soon.

Shortly after Locke hung up the call with the sentry in the lobby, a group of men in suits appeared in his line of sight, their expressions serious.

One of the men carrying a handbag held it directly in front of Locke.

turn on.

into the eye.

Franklin, who was neatly bound, suddenly dazzled Locke.

"Here's a million, Mr. Underwood." The man opened the bag and took a step back.

Locke snapped out of his daze, nodded, and then looked at the witch in his hand, who was now in a state of extreme panic, before turning to the man: "Give it to you directly, I'm afraid she'll kill you."

The man smiled slightly and turned to look behind him.

Two more men appeared. One of them tied the witch's hands and feet, while the other man put a gag in her mouth.

Seeing this, Locke silently praised his professionalism and then released his right hand.

Realizing she had truly been sold, the witch screamed frantically at Locke the moment he let go.

The witch's saliva flowed directly through the gag.

Locke didn't even glance at it.

I gave you opportunities before, but you didn't cherish them.

Now you realize you're panicking?

Why didn't you do this sooner?

You guys like vigilante justice, right? Well then, I'll find you a good place for vigilante justice too.

Hydra's laboratory.

That place was a terrifying place that would make Skye's mother panic at the mere mention of it.

Perfect timing! You could also go there and further your studies, learning how Hydra conducts lynching trials.

The leading Hydra man looked at the witch he had just obtained and smiled slightly at Locke.

"Thank you, Mr. Underwood. We'll be going now."

"Wait a moment."

Locke raised an eyebrow, looked at the one million Franklins in cash at his feet, then stroked his chin as he looked at the Hydra man who was giving him an inquiring look.

"you……"

Are you still accepting wizards?

"..."

(End of this chapter)