The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Ignoring Brown's hesitant gaze, Locke got up and walked towards the bathroom.

only……

Just as he stepped around the corner into the restroom, a force came from the women's restroom.

Before he could react, he was pulled into a stall in the women's restroom.

Boom!

The cubicle door is closed.

When Locke came to his senses, he saw Natasha close the cubicle door with her right foot and then sit on his lap with her arms around his neck.

He, on the other hand, sat on the toilet.

This... is even worse than a wall slam.

Locke's lips twitched, then he greeted Natasha, who was wrapped around his neck and gazing at him affectionately.

"Hi!"

"Hi?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when her gaze fell on Locke's chest, then she looked at Locke and asked, "Are you injured?"

As she spoke, Natasha reached out and pulled open Locke's coat, then unbuttoned his shirt.

Locke couldn't stop Natasha, and he was too lazy to stop her, so he looked down at his own wound.

into the eye.

The wound that had previously exposed bone has healed, leaving only a red mark.

Natasha reached out and touched it, then looked at Locke.

"What happened?"

"vampire?"

"Um."

Natasha frowned.

She was aware that Locke had been specifically targeting vampires for the past month.

only……

Natasha was puzzled: "Your equipment for dealing with vampires is far more professional than ours, so how did you still get injured?"

That's the truth.

She was also curious, since before Nick Fury took office, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s equipment development was quite remarkable.

However, since Nick Fury took office and increased investment in scientific research, the Department of Scientific Equipment has produced very few new pieces of equipment.

Take ultraviolet bullets, for example.

Look at the Sentinel Special Service; they place an order the same day, and the Sentinel Special Service gets it ready in just one night, without even needing a full day.

What about S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Forget about holy water bombs, even ultraviolet bullets haven't been developed by S.H.I.E.L.D. a month later.

The answer is that scientific research takes time.

You need your grandma's leg.

Natasha strongly suspected that the funds allocated by the department had been embezzled by those guys.

But she had no evidence.

Locke adjusted his position on the toilet and looked at Natasha, saying, "Tonight's is a little special."

Natasha frowned and asked, "How special?"

Locke shrugged.

Dickon Frost.

"Oh...wait a minute...who?"

Natasha paused slightly, then looked at Locke, who involuntarily bared his teeth: "Who are you talking about?"

Locke did not speak.

He's in a bit of pain right now.

Natasha rolled her eyes at Locke when she saw his expression.

"Alright, go ahead and say it."

"Deacon Frost is dead."

"What?"

Natasha's eyes widened: "Are you sure it's Dickon Frost, the vampire leader, really dead or just faking it?"

Locke shrugged: "Most likely."

He couldn't say anything too precise about this kind of thing.

After all, he was unconscious and did not witness Dickon Frost's death.

Natasha clicked her tongue in shock twice, then looked at Locke with a hint of admiration in her voice.

"You Sentinel Special Operations Bureau are a bunch of lunatics. Aren't you afraid that if Dickon Frost dies, the vampires in the city will riot?"

"Well……"

Locke opened his mouth, looked at Natasha, and hesitated before speaking.

"Hiss, softly..."

"explain."

"All right."

Locke sighed, hugged Natasha tightly, and shook his head.

"Even if I don't tell you now, you'll probably find out tomorrow. If nothing unexpected happens, it was Blade who killed Dickon Frost."

"What?"

"Pop!"

Natasha stood up in shock and looked at Locke: "Blade?"

Luckily, I had the foresight.

but……

Locke looked at Natasha, who had stood up, and asked, "Could you please sit down first?"

Natasha gave Locke a cold laugh: "You want us to take the blame?"

She's a secret agent.

And it's the top-tier kind.

She had felt something was off when Locke was holding her, and now that he said that, she was 100% sure.

If a vampire riot breaks out in New York City, the blame will almost certainly fall on S.H.I.E.L.D.

The question is, who made it possible for Blade, who killed Dickon Frost, to be an employee of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

What?

Temporary worker?

Those were just temporary workers for your S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha laughed in exasperation, looking at Locke who was trying to frame them while simultaneously forcing her to sit down again: "Believe it or not, I'll chop him up."

Locke was speechless: "Didn't you hear what I just said? If I really intended to make you take the blame, would I have said that Blade might have killed Dickon?"

Natasha frowned upon hearing this.

"What exactly happened?"

"Please sit down. Standing is tiring for you, and it's tiring for me too."

"..."

Natasha remained silent for a moment, then sat down again.

"Now you can tell me, right?"

"Here's what happened."

Locke kept his word. He spoke intermittently about how Dickon Frost had asked him to meet earlier that day, then, remembering it was a joint operation, he informed Blade, and then recounted what had happened on the scene.

He did not hide anything.

Because that's just how it is.

Natasha's face was already flushed.

"So...you didn't see whether Dickon Frost was really dead?"

"right."

Locke nodded and told the truth: "But Blade is certain that the clump of ashes is Dickon's, though he also says he doesn't remember."

after awhile.

Natasha seemed to have realized something as well, and looked down at Locke, saying, "You just said that there's still a vampire missing?"

Locke took a deep breath and said, "Well, we only found Dickon's fangs at the scene, not his vampire servant."

correct.

What was that vampire's name again?

Quinn?

That's what Blade is called, right?

"You just said that vampire's name is Quen?"

"That's what they call Blade."

"hiss!"

Natasha stood up and gasped, "You didn't see it with your own eyes, and Blade says he doesn't remember. Do you think it's possible that the vampire driver killed Dickon and is trying to frame us?"

Locke: "..."