The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 205 Locke's Few Extraordinary Connections

St. Patrick's Cathedral.

A neo-Gothic church sits on the east side of Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, facing Rockefeller Center.

no doubt.

This is a luxurious church, especially at night when the lights are on. Instead of having any ancient feel, it exudes an extreme sense of luxury.

but……

It is probably no one who would have guessed that the magical prison where the Church of Dolan held wizards was located right beneath this church.

soon.

Sentinel agents and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents arrived at the scene first, and then with a bang, they smashed open the church doors and rushed in.

The bishop and priests inside the church were stunned when they saw the heavily armed and menacing Sentinels and SHIELD agents approaching.

"this……"

"Shhh."

Locke gestured for the bishop to shush as he approached with a forced smile, then said, "One question: Is the Dolan Church's magical prison located here?"

The bishop paused for a moment, then broke into a wide smile.

"Sir, how is this possible? What kind of magic is this...?"

"take away."

Locke didn't waste any words and waved his hand without turning his head.

moment.

Two sentries came over and dragged the bishop outside, one on each side.

The bishop was completely dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing? I am from the Vatican..."

"etc."

The two sentry agents stopped and turned to look at Locke.

Locke looked at the bishop who was being held in a clamp, then smiled at the two sentry agents: "If he utters another word of nonsense, just smash his mouth in."

Vatican City?

Oh.

He has several divisions.

Laozi is the Deputy Director of Operations for New York State, overseeing thirty-six operational teams, plus two special investigation teams.

God?

Even if God breaks the law, I'll still arrest him.

"Drag him out."

"yes!"

The two sentries were instantly startled, and then dragged the bishop outside.

The bishop instinctively wanted to open his mouth.

next second.

Snapped!

The Sentinel's large fist directly woke up the Bishop. The one who came to arrest him was not the New York Police Department, but the Sentinel Secret Service, which is known for its torture and killing of mutants.

soon.

The distraught bishop was dragged out.

Locke's gaze fell on the two priests who were trembling to the side.

"Which of you two wants to go first?"

"Whoever tells me where the entrance to the magic prison is, I'll arrange a private room for him."

The words fell.

The pastor on the left perked up and subconsciously pointed to a small wooden door on the right side of the pulpit.

The priest on the right realized what was happening and also pointed in that direction.

pity.

He's too slow.

Locke smiled slightly.

"Take this one to the special interrogation and detention cell."

"Drag this one out."

Four sentry officers stepped forward. Two of them politely escorted the priest on the left away, while the other two simply picked up the priest on the right and carried him outside.

Locke then walked toward the wooden door.

Seeing this, Natasha said to Chloe, who was somewhat lost in thought, "Let's go."

Chloe snapped out of her daze, nodded repeatedly, and followed the two.

After opening the wooden door, there is a winding staircase leading down to the underground space, which looks large but has a somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

Look around.

The most eye-catching feature is the stone table made of two stone platforms, one large and one small, one high and one low.

There is a line of text carved in Old English on the stone table.

Locke glanced at it and read out the meaning of the Old English line.

"Witch Council".

"You even understand Old English?"

Natasha looked at Locke with some surprise: "Why haven't I heard you mention this before?"

Locke looked away and chuckled. "How novel. Don't you know I'm a top student who graduated from Harvard Law School?"

Natasha smiled upon hearing this: "I also know that you were added to the Harvard contact list after graduation, but after you went to the Sentinel Service, Harvard removed you from the contact list. I don't know if they've put you back in now."

Locke said expressionlessly, "I'm not the kind of person who really wants to reminisce about the past."

Natasha smiled but didn't say anything.

Let me put it this way.

A Harvard Law School graduate who went straight to the Sentinel Secret Service after graduation is a disgrace to the sect that has trained eight presidents.

So Locke's name was quickly removed from the alumni directory before it could even get used to his post after graduation.

Just then.

Carloy, who had just followed them down but was initially shocked by the dense magical energy around them, regained her senses and said, "I can sense that there's incredibly dense magical energy here, and..."

As they were talking.

Carlo's gaze fell on what appeared to be a bare stone wall directly opposite them: "There exists a large magical space here."

Upon hearing this, Natasha looked at Caroline with curiosity.

"How big is this large magical space?"

"Well……"

Carlo shook his head first, then frowned and said, "I don't know, but it's definitely big."

Locke spoke up, repeating the same incantation the witch used to open the magic prison three times before to Carol: "Can it be opened?"

Carlos said seriously, "I'll give it a try."

talking.

Carol walked directly to the bare stone wall. She first touched the stone wall in front of her with her hand, trying to feel the magical fluctuations that seemed to be integrated with the stone wall, and then slowly closed her eyes.

next second.

A slight tremor was felt, which then intensified, and after a while, the entire underground space seemed to be shaking.

The light bulbs above everyone's heads, which looked like countless tiny suns, began to sway.

But the tremors came quickly and went quickly.

Because Carlo stopped moving.

She turned to Locke and shook her head, saying, "No, to open this magical space, we still need a dark wizard."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

In the witch's memories, he saw the witch casually opening the magic prison all by herself.

Carlo explained, "This magical space is very large, so it is stabilized and suppressed using black magic. I don't know black magic, so I need a black wizard to help me open this magical prison."

That's right.

That witch was proficient in several kinds of magic.

hiss.

Then there was another reason to kill her: if he really sold that witch and let her escape, who knows how much trouble it would bring him.

Locke thought to himself, stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and looked at Carloy.

"Do you know any dark wizards?"

"no."

Carlo shook his head and said, "Dark wizards are the open targets of the Dolan Church. I estimate there isn't a single dark wizard in the entire city of New York."

Upon hearing this, Locke nodded, took out his phone, and called Debbie.

"Boss."

"Check the wizard lists registered on both sides tonight to see if there are any dark wizards or those proficient in dark magic."

"Hold on."

Debbie on the other end of the phone said something, then shook her head after a while and said, "Boss, no, I just asked around, and the wizards who came to register all said that anyone in New York City who knows dark magic has already run away, because the Dolan Church's wizard hunter group loves hunting down those who know dark magic."

Clearly, both magic and black magic are magic; initially, there was no distinction between good and bad.

The Vatican was the first to declare that black magic was evil, which has led to the current situation where wizards who practice black magic are hiding and dare not use it openly.

Locke listened to Debbie's reply, hummed in response, and hung up the phone without saying anything.

next second.

He looked at Debbie, who was looking at him expectantly, thought for a moment, and then called Catherine, who was in New Orleans.

"Hey, darling."

Do you know any wizards who use dark magic?

"Dark magic?"

Upon hearing this, Catherine, who was in New Orleans, was taken aback at first, then said, "Are you trying to communicate with Hell?"

Locke asked curiously, "Can black magic even communicate with hell?"

This was the first time he had ever heard of it.

Catherine smiled.

"Of course, the origin of black magic is hell, otherwise, why would it be called black magic?"

"Do you know anyone?"

"I know a voodoo witch."

"Voodoo?"

Locke raised an eyebrow and said to Chloe, "How about a voodoo witch?"

Chloe opened her mouth, then shook her head: "Voodoo is not black magic, although it is classified as black magic, it is not."

Locke nodded.

"no."

"Then I don't know them. But what do you need a dark wizard for? These days, even if there really are dark wizards, they won't openly tell others that they are dark wizards."

"Opening something requires the use of dark magic."

Locke spoke the truth, then shook his head and said, "Alright, I'll go look elsewhere and see if I can find it."

That's all the connections he has in the extraordinary world right now.

If all else fails, we can open the magic prison once we find the dark sorcerer.

Anyway, he already had the heart of the Blood Queen Clark, so this operation was perfect for him.

Furthermore...

The magic prison is right here; there's no way to escape it.

Just as Locke was thinking about hanging up the phone, Catherine's voice came from the other end.

"Actually, you know someone who knows black magic."

"Do I know him?"

Locke was slightly taken aback, and the names of everyone he had encountered in the extraordinary world went through his mind.

"who."

Bonnie.

"Who's Bonnie?"

"The dark witch in the waterfall, my best friend in my doppelganger."

"oh!"

Locke suddenly realized, and the image of the little black witch who only knew how to give and never give back came to mind: "Oh right, I remember she seemed to know black magic, but why didn't I think of that just now?"

Catherine shrugged.

"have no idea."

"Okay, I understand, thank you."

"You're welcome. By the way, I bought you a few shirts here, and I think they suit you quite well. I've already sent them back, so please remember to check your mail."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"..."

(End of this chapter)