The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

This time, the earth shook violently.

This time, there was a violent storm.

In the future.

Locke and Esme, who had taken a shower together, sat at the bar in the living room.

Esme ate his pizza while chatting lazily with Locke.

"So you and Brown changed careers, stopped catching mutants, and started catching vampires instead?"

"How is that possible?"

Locke chuckled and shook his head.

"You know how much Brown hates mutants."

"But wasn't Brown's wife's death an accident?"

"That was because mutants died accidentally."

Locke shrugged. "Brown's wife was pregnant before she died. If it were me, I probably would have done even worse than Brown... Ugh, what a jinx."

As Locke finished speaking, he noticed Esme staring at him, realized what was happening, and quickly tapped the table a few times.

What nonsense is he spouting? Who curses themselves?

Besides, such a thing is impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

Esme smiled at Locke's expression and changed the subject.

"You and Brown have been keeping an eye on vampires for the past month, doesn't that mean another team has taken over your mission?"

"Yeah, John from Group Six took it." Locke clicked his tongue and shook his head, sighing, "That guy, he's a complete freak."

Brown's deep hatred for mutants stems from his wife and unborn child.

But John from Group Six...

He didn't actually have any deep-seated hatred for mutants; he simply enjoyed the feeling of torture and killing.

Locke sighed again as he thought about this: "John captured twelve mutants this month. I wonder how many will be alive when they are transferred to the mutant prison at the end of the month."

John's abuse of mutants is no secret.

Everyone in Sentinel & Secret Service knows this.

But so what?

In a word.

Mutants have no human rights.

Although Locke didn't particularly like John, who enjoyed abusing mutants, he wouldn't stand up for mutants for no reason.

The only thing he could do was to avoid seeing it and not be bothered by it.

That's it.

Esme looked at the sighing Locke, forced a smile, and shook her head.

She also seemed to feel sorry for the plight of mutants.

Locke looked at the expression on his wife's face and was not surprised.

Again.

While some people despise mutants, others sympathize with their current plight.

His wife, Esme, has always been beautiful and kind-hearted, and it's perfectly normal for her to sympathize with mutants.

Locke sensed that the topic was a bit too heavy for his beautiful and kind wife, so he coughed and said, "Alright, you've finally come back, let's not talk about work, let's talk about the house."

As he spoke, he handed Esme several Brooklyn property listings that were placed to the side.

Esme took the documents, looking somewhat surprised.

"You really want to buy it?"

"certainly."

Locke nodded firmly and said, "We'll have to buy it sooner or later anyway, so it's good to buy it now while we have the money. Besides, don't you think this apartment is a bit small?"

Esme paused for a moment, then turned to look at the apartment.

Is it small?

"It's small, which is fine for two people, but it will be a bit crowded when we have a child. We don't even have a nursery."

Locke explained to Esme, "Let's buy the house before she gets pregnant, and then set up the nursery as soon as possible so we can move in as soon as the baby is born."

He initially had no intention of getting married.

But my dad forced me to.

However, now that he's married, he will definitely take on his responsibilities.

Locke didn't have the idea that he wouldn't have children even if he got married.

Having children is one of the responsibilities of marriage.

Locke rested his arms on the bar and imagined with his wife Esme the happy scene of digging with their baby in the small garden behind their future house.

Esme rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she looked at Locke and listened attentively to his vision for their future.

The scene is beautiful.

Esme's amber eyes seemed to speak volumes as she rested her chin on her hand: "Darling, I didn't know you liked children so much."

Locke finished his bourbon, put the glass aside, and scratched Esme's chin with his finger: "How about it, can't wait to have a baby?"

Esme climbed down from the bar stool and looked at Locke with a smile in her eyes.

"Let's go."

"Well……"

Locke blinked, a sense of déjà vu washing over him.

"Where to?"

"How can I have a baby if you don't provide the seed?"

"..."

Locke glanced out the window instinctively.

into the eye.

It was already dark outside.

The two of them had just returned, not even at noon yet; they had spent the entire afternoon in the bedroom and had only just finished.

Now again?

Even Locke felt a dull ache in his kidneys at that moment.

Esme raised an eyebrow as she looked at Locke's expression.

"What's wrong?"

"or……"

"Is it weak?"

"How is that possible!"

Locke looked at Esme like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "No way, absolutely no way."

Any man can say he's inadequate in other areas.

It just won't work out with Sykes.

It's okay if it doesn't work!

"Come on then. I haven't been back for a month. I've only done it three times so far, and there are still twenty-seven more to go. Try your best to settle the accounts in these three days."

"Three days, twenty-seven..."

Locke opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

Just then.

Jingle Bell!

The phone rang nearby.

Locke quickly glanced at his phone, which was lying to the side. Seeing the incoming call, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Esme, "Jack, something might have happened."

Esme looked at Locke, who looked relieved, chuckled, said nothing, turned and went into the bedroom, leaving only one sentence behind.

"Come in when you're done."

"……good."

Locke's lips twitched a few times, then he resignedly agreed, looked at Esme walking into the bedroom, shook his head, and answered the phone.

"Hey, Jack."

"Boss, something's happened. The NYPD is here."

"……Um?"

Jack, who was in a safe house in Brooklyn, peeked through a corner of the curtain at the police cars parked outside and swallowed hard: "That guy just tried to run away, and he made a lot of noise, which attracted the NYPD."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Did he run away?

"without."

Jack glanced back at Quinn, who was strapped with holy water bombs, then looked through the window at the New York police officers walking towards the house: "Two officers are getting out, coming this way, boss. Should we open the door?"

Locke: "..."