The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

The Puzzle bar, located on 75th Street, is situated just below an apartment building.

When Locke and Brown entered the bar, it was already quite crowded with customers, even though it wasn't a large bar.

As soon as the two entered, they saw the bar owner, Carl, chatting animatedly with a pair of blonde sisters behind the bar.

However, the two did not disturb Karl, who was flirting with a girl. Instead, after looking around, they found a booth that was not yet occupied and sat down.

"Bourbon".

Vodka.

"Okay, just a moment, you two."

The waitress smiled and said something, and after a while, she brought the drinks the two of them needed.

"Cheers."

"Cheers, to celebrate our miraculous survival!"

"bite."

Locke and Brown clinked glasses. Locke took a sip of his bourbon and teased Brown, "What's wrong? You wanted to die before, but now you don't?"

Before tonight, Brown's catchphrases, besides wiping out all mutants in the world, included dying early so he could go to hell and reunite with his wife.

how?

Now you don't want to die anymore?

After downing his vodka in one gulp, Brown listened to Locke's words, put down his glass, and looked at Locke: "It's worth dying on the road to exterminating mutants, but it's not worth dying at the hands of vampires for no reason."

Locke raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

"All right."

"but……"

Brown changed the subject, poured himself another glass of wine, looked at Locke, and said with some curiosity, "What exactly happened after we were unconscious? Judging from Blade's appearance, it seems like he didn't kill Dickon. Also, is the one that turned to ashes really Dickon? I don't remember there being two vampires in the hangar. Where is the other vampire?"

Locke looked at Brown, who was bombarding him with so many questions, and shook his head speechlessly.

"You ask me? Who should I ask? I'm in a coma just like you."

"...That's true."

Brown nodded, then seemed to remember something, his gaze falling on Locke's newly changed suit jacket: "So, you don't remember how your clothes got torn?"

Locke shook his head: "No."

Concise and concise.

In this incident, no matter who asked him, even if he was put on a lie detector, he would maintain the same answer.

Like Brown, he passed out under Deacon's screaming onslaught and didn't wake up until Debbie arrived with the emergency response team.

It doesn't matter who asks.

Locke thought to himself, then raised his glass to Brown again and smiled: "It was probably Blade who did it."

Brown was slightly taken aback.

"Then he..."

"I guess they're just afraid of the hassle."

"Him, a professional vampire hunter, is he afraid of trouble?"

"Who knows?"

Locke shrugged, just about to continue rambling, when he glanced at the bar entrance and raised an eyebrow.

Brown, noticing Locke's gaze, also turned his head and looked towards the bar entrance.

into the eye.

A beautiful woman in black with fiery red hair and an aura of widowhood appeared at the door.

Brown recognized the person and looked at Locke: "It's her. You found me so quickly?"

Locke looked at the Black Widow who appeared at the door with some curiosity.

If he weren't so sure, he might have suspected that Natasha had planted a tracking device on him somewhere.

but……

He seems to have misunderstood.

Just as Natasha, who had just walked in, noticed Locke and Brown and paused slightly in surprise, a voice rang out from the booth next to Locke's.

"Natalie, over here."

"..."

Natasha looked in the direction of the sound, her expression returning to what it was when she first entered the room. She smiled slightly, ignored Locke and Brown, and walked straight to the booth next to her.

"Robin."

"Let me introduce you. This is Ted, Barney, and these two are Matthew and Lily."

"Hello, Ted Mosby."

"Matthew."

"Lily, our little team has one more person, perfect."

"Beautiful lady, my name is..."

"Shut up."

"..."

Locke and Brown exchanged a glance as they listened to the conversation coming from the next booth.

what's going on?

Locke blinked.

Natasha?

It's not Natasha.

Just then.

Brown took out his phone, pretended to tie his shoelaces, and snapped a picture of the booth next door. After sitting back down, he glanced at the photo and handed the phone to Locke.

Locke took the phone.

The photo shows three men and three women.

There were three men. One of them was wearing casual clothes and was rather overweight. Another was dressed in a suit and tie, just like Locke, and was rather thin. The last one was also dressed casually, but was neither overweight nor thin.

As for the three women...

She's a petite and cute type who looks somewhat like a married couple with the chubby man.

Another one is Natasha, who was just called Natasha.

As for the last one...

This is……

Maria Hill, Deputy Director and Senior Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

and many more.

He vaguely remembered hearing Natasha's first greeting, but he couldn't recall what her name was again.

Robin?

"hiss!"

"Have a group of female S.H.I.E.L.D. agents come to New York City under assumed names to experience life like ordinary people?"

Locke seemed to have thought of something and raised an eyebrow.

Just then.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

"..."

Locke snapped out of his daze, sensed something, and looked up toward the bathroom.

Natasha left the next booth and walked without looking back to the corner of the restroom. She turned around, met Locke's gaze, smiled slightly, and slowly walked towards the restroom.

Locke received the message and said to Brown beside him, "I'm going to the restroom."

Brown's lips twitched a few times as he looked at Locke, who was about to get up, and lowered his voice: "Are you sure you want to go? If I remember correctly, Esme is supposed to be back tomorrow."

He is not a fool.

Ever since Locke and Natasha came to the company a month ago, entered the office, and announced their collaboration, Locke knew something was off about the two of them.

Brown couldn't be bothered with this matter.

After all, this is a personal matter.

But at least try to stay out of the way a bit, and besides, I'm on the side of your legal wife, Esme.

Locke looked at Brown, somewhat curious: "I know Esme is coming tomorrow, I even told you myself, what's wrong?"

Brown looked at Locke, who seemed completely bewildered as to why he had asked the question, and took a deep breath: "Do you think this is appropriate?"

Locke raised an eyebrow.

His expression suddenly changed.

"Oh……"

"call."

Brown breathed a sigh of relief.

He genuinely didn't want to see Locke's harem in flames, not out of concern, but because if Locke's harem were to catch fire, it could easily disrupt their operation to capture mutants.

But he seemed to be celebrating too soon.

Locke raised an eyebrow and patted Brown on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, do you know my second nickname?"

"What?"

"Dragon in the Waves!"

"..."