The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 197 I Will Not Keep This Glory to Myself

A wizard costs a million.

Ten of them would be ten million.

One hundred would be one hundred million.

Locke can still do such a simple calculation.

What if we use Extraordinary Points instead?

An ordinary wizard has 10 points, 10 wizards have 100 points, and 100 wizards only have 1,000 extraordinary points.

and so……

Let's exchange a few wizards for some money first.

Anyway, the Dolan Church was a pleasant surprise; it's better to exchange it for US dollars than to earn extraordinary points.

Locke thought to himself.

The Hydra man who had come over to pay in kind opened his mouth upon hearing Locke's words.

"Well... the price might not be that high anymore?"

"It's alright, 700,000 is fine too."

"No."

The Hydra man shook his head and said, "If it's just a witch, then it's only 350,000."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you still discriminate against witches?"

"No, sir."

The Hydra man quickly waved his hand and explained, "The main problem is that witches are too easy to find; there are plenty in New Orleans."

New Orleans is a well-known city filled with witches, ghosts, and vampires.

This city has no shortage of witches from all sorts of factions.

Locke thought for a moment and couldn't help but nod.

The hydra man breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this.

"Furthermore, witches have weaker physical resilience than wizards, so regarding the price..."

"So, the male wizard is only worth 700,000?"

"That's the current situation."

"Um?"

The Hydra man looked at Locke, who was looking at him again, and said with a wry smile, "Sir, we don't accept unlimited orders, and if you are selling in large quantities, we certainly can't charge you the retail price; we'll have to charge you the wholesale price."

This reason... I can't find a single flaw in it.

Locke stroked his chin.

"Let me think. There are about eight witches and about twelve male witches. How much money can you offer?"

"Eight witches and twelve wizards, right?"

"right."

"We'll give you the witch at 35%, that's 2.8 million. And for the twelve male witches, we'll give you 60%, so in total, that'll be 10 million. Is that acceptable?"

"……OK."

Locke thought for a moment, nodded, and smiled, "Give me your contact information, and I'll call you when I pick up the goods."

That's all.

He then wrote down the Hydra man's phone number, and then, with great gentlemanly manners, escorted the group downstairs, watching as the Hydra man and his entourage left with the unconscious witch.

After the Hydra men drove out of sight, Locke turned around and returned to his forty-fourth floor.

the next day.

early morning.

Debbie pushed the door open and walked in, looking at Locke lying on the sofa: "Boss, that wall in the elevator lobby..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Locke stand up, pick up the briefcase next to him, open it, and pour a million dollars in cash onto the coffee table in front of him.

The temptation of a million Franklins dazzled Debbie.

"Boss, what's this...?"

"I've found a new way to make money."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Debbie blinked, then seemed to have thought of something and looked at Locke: "Boss, do you mean to lease that guy, Kader, who can't die no matter what, to the pharmaceutical company?"

What?

How could that be?

Locke was about to shake his head when he suddenly paused, looked at Debbie, and his expression became somewhat strange: "This method seems pretty good too."

Calder is immortal, and he's also just an ordinary person.

What is this called?

In the eyes of those pharmaceutical companies, this was the perfect human test subject.

Think about what those pharmaceutical companies have done for human trials.

Why would they stand idly by while India endlessly copies the drugs they spent hundreds of billions of dollars developing?

It's because the Indians allowed them to conduct human experiments in India.

But if we had a perfect test subject like Calder, why would we need to go to India? We could just use him directly, and observe him 24/7.

Locke was somewhat tempted.

but……

No, one should have some bottom line.

Locke took a deep breath.

"That's not it."

"no?"

Debbie paused slightly, then thought for a moment: "Boss, are you and S.H.I.E.L.D. preparing to regulate vampires nationwide?"

Locke shook his head: "Director Hill has this idea, but it hasn't been implemented yet. Never mind, it's not a vampire, it's a wizard."

Debbie was somewhat surprised.

"wizard?"

"To be precise, it refers to the wizards of the Dolan Church, not the wizards who live in New York City."

Locke nodded, then pointed to the one million in cash on the coffee table: "This one million is what we got from selling a witch yesterday."

Debbie gasped.

"One million? That's more than what we made pulling out vampire fangs before."

"But these wizards are even harder to deal with than vampires."

"Boss."

"Um."

"As you said, the bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish. High returns are often accompanied by high risks."

Debbie looked at Locke with a serious expression, uttered one of Locke's classic quotes, and then said, "Boss, just tell me, how are we going to do it? Do we need to form another mobile operations team?"

Locke shook his head.

"No need. This time is different from the vampires, so this time, we'll close the door."

At this point, Locke asked with some curiosity, "Where's Jack?"

Debbie turned around, opened the door, and called out to Jack outside.

after awhile.

Jack came in too.

Once Locke had his right-hand men all in place, he directly stated his plans for this mission.

This time, I definitely can't do what Vampire Fang did.

After all, last time they were selling parts, this time they're selling live animals.

If this gets out, it will undoubtedly be another scandal for him.

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Putting aside other things.

The African American community will definitely empathize, so this time it's best to eat meat discreetly.

"Jack".

"Um."

"Find a warehouse outside, it doesn't need to be big, but it must be secluded."

"No problem, boss."

Jack was already impatient after hearing that if things went well this time, he could conservatively earn another ten million.

"Debbie."

"From now on, keep a close watch on the Dolan Church, just like the Vampire Mansion. Register anyone who enters or leaves."

"Okay, boss."

Debbie nodded seriously.

Locke leaned back on the table, smiling as he looked at his right-hand men: "You were the first to follow me, and I believe in your loyalty. Therefore, I will not keep all the achievements and glory to myself."

Jack and Debbie exchanged a glance and looked at Locke.

I was just about to speak.

Locke waved his hand and said, "I know you believe in me, so you've never asked me how I became so powerful."

Jack jumped up.

"Boss, I..."

"sit down."

"oh."

Locke smiled as he watched Jack obediently sit down again. He then looked at Jack and Debbie and said with a serious expression, "I'm not saying this to you because I doubt you. It's because you've been completely open with me. As your leader, I naturally want to be completely open with you as well. I haven't given it to you yet because the time isn't right, and also because I want to give you the best."

He hadn't originally intended to say these things.

But since the conversation had come to this point, he decided to share some of his thoughts.

In a word.

Don't worry.

With me, the glory I enjoy will also be shared by both of you.

Becoming a vampire is a good thing.

but……

There's a limit.

If possible, Locke still hoped that his two right-hand men could still be by his side as he traveled among the stars.

after awhile.

Jack left the office first, while Debbie collected the one million dollars in cash from the coffee table before leaving as well.

This money will also go into Debbie's slush fund, and once the remaining ten million is received, this extra income will be distributed internally.

Just as Locke said before.

He will never keep this glory to himself!

Even though he was short of money, especially after seeing Stark Bank ruthlessly reduce his balance to double digits again, he remained unmoved.

only……

Locke looked at the two-digit balance in the text message on his phone, and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Just then.

The telephone on the table rang.

Ten minutes later.

Locke led Debbie and Emilia into the operations command center.

Jack didn't come.

He went out again with his assistant candidate to continue searching for clues in the mutant vault heist.

After Debbie walked in, she nodded to the sentry who turned to look in their direction.

The sentry understood and immediately connected to a video call.

Maria Hill's holographic projection instantly appeared on the platform of the combat command center.

"Director Hill."

"Supervisor Underwood"

In formal settings, it is natural to address each other by their job titles.

Maria Hill, speaking solemnly at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in Washington, D.C., said, "I have already reported the matter to the Security Council according to procedure regarding the emergence of the illegal organization, the Dolan Church, in New York City. Commissioner Alexander Pierce is very concerned about this matter and has asked us to investigate it as soon as possible."

Locke nodded in agreement, "Director Andrew just called me too, and he has given me full authority to handle this matter."

Maria Hill asked, "So, Director Underwood, what's your opinion?"

Locke's expression was serious: "I agree with Chief Hill. This kind of illegal organization must be shut down. Chief Hill, they have become so brazen that last night they even sent people to try to abduct the suspects we arrested from my Sentry Building."

Good guy.

They actually went to break into prison? How dare they?

Hill was somewhat surprised.

"Did they really do that?"

"Yes."

Locke couldn't help but chuckle as he spoke, then said, "I propose that, just like the last vampire operation, the Sentinels and SHIELD can launch a second extraordinary special operation."

Hill composed himself.

I agree.

"..."

(End of this chapter)