The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Locke fell into a coma.

Blade says he doesn't remember killing Deacon.

Dickon is dead.

And Quinn disappeared.

Based on these known clues, Quinn does indeed have this possibility.

Natasha didn't have any wild ideas.

and……

This is exactly the effect Locke wanted.

Even making someone take the blame requires careful consideration.

Especially if you want to pin the blame on the powerful and influential S.H.I.E.L.D., you definitely need to be careful about the methods and approaches.

Locke didn't want to completely break with S.H.I.E.L.D.

His father in this life once said this.

In the eyes of a seasoned politician, enemies can sometimes become friends, and friends can sometimes become enemies.

Simply put.

Never make definitive statements or offend someone completely, unless you are absolutely determined to make that person disappear, or you are 100% certain that that person will shut up forever.

Although Locke was not a politician and had no intention of inheriting the family business to become one, he deeply agreed with this statement.

This is why Locke has consistently maintained from the beginning that it's possible Blade killed Dickon, rather than stating that Blade definitely killed Dickon.

On a larger scale, this is a consideration from a broader perspective.

On a smaller scale, Blade is still alive, and there are still so many vampires in New York City, so Blade is a good knife.

If you say something wrong, the system will determine that Blade is no longer a teammate.

He's really at a huge loss.

Locke chuckled as he listened to Natasha's speculation: "Possibly, but like Blade's Edge, it's only a possibility."

Natasha snapped out of her daze, looked at Locke sitting down putting on his trousers, and asked suspiciously, "You really don't intend to shift the blame onto us?"

She still felt something was off.

After Locke fastened his belt, he looked at Natasha.

Why do you think I would try to shift the blame onto you?

"Because you didn't notify me."

"Because I don't want you to get hurt."

"..."

Natasha listened to these sudden words of deep affection, then looked at Locke, whose face was full of seriousness, and her eyebrows furrowed even more deeply.

Locke didn't speak, he just quietly looked at Natasha.

This is indeed a fatal problem.

but……

His nickname, "Dragon in the Waves," is not undeserved.

Of course.

He did indeed have that reason in mind, which is why he didn't choose to inform Natasha.

Natasha is a top agent, but not a top vampire hunter.

Just then.

A soft cough came from outside.

Natasha snapped out of her daze, glanced at Locke, then opened the partition door and greeted the person who had just coughed, "Robin."

After Natasha opened the door, Locke saw a somewhat dashing female character standing by the sink, arms crossed, looking at the two of them.

The woman glanced at Natasha first, then her gaze fell on Locke, who was getting up from the toilet, and she said with a smile, "Does the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau always hold its meetings in the women's restroom when it collaborates with other organizations?"

Locke walked out of the cubicle without changing his expression, went to the sink next to the woman, turned on the tap, washed his hands, and then looked in the mirror to fix his hair, which had been messed up by Natasha's nails.

after awhile.

He shook his hand and took a cigarette out of his pocket.

It snatches it up, lights it, and sprays clouds of smoke.

All in one go.

Locke said to the woman, "I'm a little curious, what kind of mission would make the deputy director and senior commander of S.H.I.E.L.D. personally come to infiltrate?"

Eyes facing each other.

The woman smiled slightly and extended her right hand to Locke first.

"Maria Hill, you can call me Hill, just like Natasha."

"Lock Underwood, Natasha and I are good friends, just call me Locke."

"I can tell."

Maria Hill glanced at Natasha, who was also fixing her hair in front of the mirror.

She's been in the restroom for a while now.

Maria Hill initially thought Natasha was just going to the restroom, until she saw Locke's back as he walked towards the bathroom.

As the deputy director and senior commander of S.H.I.E.L.D., her intuition told her that the owner of that figure was no ordinary person.

So she paid more attention for a while.

Then she saw her employees quickly pull Locke into the women's restroom.

What are they trying to do?

Maria Hill didn't know.

However, once she entered the restroom, she could tell exactly what was going on just by listening to the noises coming from the stalls.

Are they starving? Don't they care where they eat?

Hill had originally intended to leave, but there was applause and conversation coming from inside the cubicle.

Good guy.

When did things about the extraordinary world become so naturally discussed in the women's restroom of an ordinary bar?

Not to mention the main characters in the conversation, one is a senior agent of the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau, and the other is a senior agent of the secret agency S.H.I.E.L.D.

This is not.

Hill complained as he hung the "Under Maintenance" sign outside the women's restroom, listening to the applause and the conversations mixed in with it.

so awkward.

But she listened to what she should have listened to, and she also listened to what she shouldn't have listened to.

It's alright though.

Just use the "memory eraser" to delete the parts of the memory you shouldn't have heard.

As for why Locke, a married man, could still have an affair with his employee Natasha, that's none of her business.

Relationships are a person's private life.

It's none of her business, and she has no intention of doing so.

Hill coughed, released Locke's hand, and said, "This is different from the cooperation we agreed on before, Locke."

Locke smiled and said, "Deacon was your target too, wasn't he?"

Hill nodded.

"Yes, but what we want are survivors."

"It's better to die, isn't it?"

Locke replied.

That's the truth.

Because S.H.I.E.L.D. has intelligence indicating that the deceased vampire leader, Dickon Frost, seems to be preparing to do something big.

Locke had no idea what was going on.

S.H.I.E.L.D. should know.

Locke wondered to himself.

Because if it weren't for something major, the entire SHIELD trident wouldn't have ended up at Sentinel Services that day.

Hill looked at Locke's smile and shook his head.

"But in that case, we might never know what Dickon is up to."

Rule number three.

"What?"

"If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who raised it."

Locke held up three fingers and looked at Hill seriously: "I don't know what he's up to, and I don't want to know, but considering he's a superhuman being, and the kind that's unruly at that, it's better to kill him if we have the chance than to kill him because he caused trouble."

In any case, supernatural beings have no human rights within the scope of the law.

After all, vampires have nothing to do with humans, so what human rights do they have?

Hill frowned.

"But his death might cause another big problem."

"This brings us to Rule Four!"

Rule Four: Trust the wisdom of future generations.

"..."