The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

"A mutant lab?"

"Yes, didn't you say you wanted to go?"

"oh oh."

Locke remembered that he had mentioned this to Esme before, smiled and said, "It should be fine in a while."

Mutant Lab.

The laboratory controlled by Colonel William Stryker was Locke's main reason for joining the Sentinel Special Service.

none of them.

Because apart from Professor X's Xavier's School of Geniuses, Colonel William Stryker's mutant laboratory has the largest number of mutants.

Moreover, it's a very high-end brand.

Let me put it this way.

Every mutant in William Stryker's mutant lab, even the worst one, is at least gamma-level.

In a word.

If you were a mutant below the gamma level, you wouldn't even be able to get through the door of this lab.

Locke had long coveted William Stryker's laboratory.

Let me put it this way.

He felt that as long as he could get into this laboratory, he could achieve his dream in a second.

Using mutant abilities to transform oneself into Superman, or at the very least, Homelander.

pity!

The location of William Stryker's laboratory remains a mystery.

To prevent mutants from discovering the location of the laboratory, both the Sentinel Special Operations Agency and the military classified it as SSS-level top secret.

Apart from high-ranking officials in Washington and the military, no one else knew the location of the laboratory.

Even the recruitment of new staff for this laboratory was done by William Stryker himself, recruiting from within the agency.

and so……

Even though Locke had been with the department for two years, he still didn't know where this location was.

However, he did not lose heart.

Just because you can't get in now doesn't mean you won't be able to get in in the future. It's good to stay outside and accumulate some extraordinary points in the meantime, so that when you get in, you won't be left with those mouthwatering mutant abilities but no extraordinary points to copy them.

That's what Locke was thinking at the time.

at the moment?

If all goes well, he can go to the mutant lab after this vampire incident is completely over.

Because this was a condition he had agreed upon with senior officials in Washington.

If Maria Hill can negotiate terms, then Locke certainly can too.

And this is what he deserves.

He helped the Sentinel Secret Service expand its law enforcement authority and increase the Sentinel Secret Service's influence in Washington, D.C. In return, he wanted to join the Sentinel Secret Service's core secret circle. What's wrong with that?

I just want to improve.

Of course.

Locke's ability to join the mutant lab after this incident was resolved was based on the premise that the department could expand its law enforcement authority and that a riot would indeed break out among the vampires in New York City.

If the vampires don't riot, and the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau can't use that as an excuse to expand its law enforcement authority, then his desire to go to the mutant lab is naturally hopeless.

But he was very confident.

He's definitely going to that mutant lab.

Even Jesus couldn't stop it.

soon.

Locke drove Esme back to her rented apartment in Manhattan. As soon as they entered, Esme started wandering around.

He tossed his car keys into the fruit bowl in the cupboard by the door, then looked at his wife, who always checked on her territory every time she flew back, and said with a smile, "Darling, I feel like you seem to trust me a little less."

Esme walked out of the bedroom, looked around the living room, ignored Locke's words, nodded to herself, then looked at Locke and said with a smile, "I didn't do anything bad at home this time."

Locke's lips twitched slightly.

"When have I ever done anything wrong?"

"hehe."

Esme walked up to Locke with a smile, then opened her arms and wrapped them around Locke's neck, a half-smile on her face.

"That long, fiery red hair from last time on the bed."

"Last time?"

Locke raised an eyebrow and looked at Esme: "That's Debbie's. Didn't you confirm it with Debbie that day? And I even sent you a picture of Debbie the next day."

That long, fiery red hair was actually left behind by Natasha last time.

He didn't notice, but Esme found it in the crevice of the mattress when he returned.

Locke had no choice but to shift the blame onto Debbie.

The next day, he even dragged Debbie to get her hair dyed the same red as Natasha's and took a picture for Esme.

After seeing the photo, Esme didn't say anything more.

He thought the matter was over.

result……

It seems like it hasn't passed yet?

Locke looked at his wife Esme, who was holding him with a beaming smile.

He felt a little uneasy inside, but outwardly remained as calm as a rock.

Since you've chosen the path of "a red flag at home and colorful flags outside," you must possess a certain level of mental fortitude.

Eyes facing each other.

Locke looked into his wife's beautiful emerald eyes and said softly, "Darling, have I not told you that your eyes are beautiful?"

Esme embraced Locke affectionately and said gently, "Darling, have I ever told you that my eyes can see into anyone's heart?"

Locke was about to speak when he heard this.

Before he could even speak, Esme had already tiptoed and bit his earlobe, then said in a somewhat languid tone, "Darling, I don't mind you sneaking food, but I really mind you bringing it home to sneak. Don't do it again next time."

Locke's eyes lit up, and he nodded subconsciously.

click!

He lowered his head by just one millimeter before immediately stopping.

Esme had already released the embrace and looked at Locke, who was neither looking up nor nodding, with a strange smile on her lips.

Locke's thoughts raced.

next second.

He coughed smoothly, his tone firm.

"Darling, I love you."

"I love you too."

Esme squinted her smiling eyes: "So we've reached an agreement?"

Have you reached an agreement?

What did we talk about?

Locke really wanted to say that, but looking at Esme's seemingly expressive smiling eyes, he chuckled dryly twice and then nodded.

"certainly."

"very good."

Esme smiled as she spoke, then without a word, she took Locke's right hand and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Locke was stunned.

"Uh... not eating pizza?"

"I'll eat my main course first. If I'm not full, you can forget about eating out."

"Thump!"

Locke was truly pinned against the wall this time.

By the time he realized what was happening, Esme had already thrown him onto the bed.

Locke looked at the black stockings that appeared in front of him, and then at his wife in her flight attendant uniform with a charming face. He couldn't help but swallow and began to take off his clothes as quickly as possible.

In the blink of an eye.

He has completed the preparations.

Locke rubbed his hands together, a smile of excitement on his face. He looked at his wife lying on the bed, beckoning to him, let out a strange cry, and then pounced on her like a hungry dog.

"Hehehe, my wife, I'm here!!"

"Ah, hahaha, be gentle."

"..."