The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

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"Ding! 』

Gained Extraordinary Points: 10

Current Extraordinary Points: 301

"hiss!"

"That speed..."

"I knew I hadn't misjudged him."

The next morning, Locke, who was walking out of his bedroom with his hand on his back, heard the sounds of extraordinary points being credited to his account echoing in his mind one after another, and his eyes lit up.

moment.

My back doesn't ache anymore, and my legs don't hurt anymore.

He impulsively teamed up with Quinn last night before letting him go.

To be precise, it's a threat to Quinn's team.

Dickon could have been killed by the blade.

But it could also have been Quinn who killed him.

If Quinn doesn't find a way to throw the vampires of New York City into chaos, then the Sentinel Secret Service will issue a statement saying that they were able to kill Deacon entirely thanks to the intelligence provided by Quinn.

Locke knew, of course, that once Quinn ran away, he would never obediently listen to him.

But so what?

He didn't expect Quinn to obey him.

After all, a docile pawn would never have any ambition to awaken the Blood God.

and so……

Locke's Rule Six: To take, you must first give!

In any case, for now, the benefits of letting Quinn go far outweigh those of killing Quinn last night.

Look, it's only been one night, and I've already gained dozens of extraordinary points.

This deal is a great bargain.

As for the fact that after letting Quinn go, he will not only try to kill Blade, but he will even try to kill him.

Oh.

Locke's Rule Four: Trust the wisdom of posterity.

The troubles to come are Locke's problem in the future; they have nothing to do with Locke now.

Locke finished his first glass of bourbon that morning, then looked back toward his bedroom.

Esme walked out with a rosy, glowing complexion and an alluring air, wearing a white long-sleeved T-shirt, white jeans, and knee-high boots.

She tilted her head, looked at Locke at the bar, adjusted her earrings, and then smiled and said, "I'm ready, let's go."

Locke tossed his wine glass into the sink, nodded, and walked toward the apartment door.

Esme followed closely behind.

"Which one should we go to first?"

"The one near the Brooklyn Bridge?"

"Alright."

Esme originally thought Locke was just saying he wanted to buy a house yesterday.

Unexpectedly, Locke urged them to set off before dawn.

However, having a house of their own seems like a pretty good thing.

so good.

She never imagined that she would get married one day.

Esme thought to herself, then took Locke's arm and they walked out of the apartment behind them.

Around noon.

Esme's happy expression vanished.

It must be said that reading materials and conducting on-site investigations are two completely different things.

The two walked out of the third house they had looked at, too lazy to even look at the surrounding scenery, and got straight into the car.

"Let's watch Manhattan instead."

"Um."

Locke started the car again, somewhat speechless.

In fact, the three houses he found in Brooklyn yesterday were indeed good value for money, and their basic conditions were exactly the same as those he had visited in person.

But that damn real estate agent probably didn't tell the neighborhood where the three houses are located.

A predominantly African American community.

Good guy.

He and Esme, both white, went to settle in an African American community. Putting aside other factors, Esme himself was unwilling to do so.

No wonder these three houses were so cheap.

really.

Expensive doesn't necessarily mean good, but cheap doesn't necessarily mean expensive.

Locke shook his head, looked at his wife in the passenger seat, thought for a moment, and said, "Then I'll transfer the money into our joint account first."

Esme turned her head to look at Locke.

"Is everything alright?"

"Um?"

"That one million."

Esme asked curiously, "Didn't you say that one million was extra money?"

Locke laughed and said, "As long as you pay your taxes normally, the tax bureau won't care where your money comes from."

Esme nodded.

"Let's transfer it in after the 10th of next month."

Why?

"I've already prepared the family tax return for this quarter. If you transfer it here, I'll have to make changes, and I expect we'll have to pay additional taxes."

That makes sense.

Locke suddenly understood and nodded.

In the federal government, filing taxes is a very troublesome thing.

In a word.

If you know how to file taxes, you can save your family a lot of money.

Unlike the Eastern Kingdom, where you have to pay taxes as long as you have income, the Federal government allows you to avoid taxes.

Of course, it has to be legal.

and so……

Learning how to legally avoid taxes is a skill that families who cannot afford or are unwilling to hire an accounting firm must learn.

Locke interpreted this as meaning that a virtuous wife can bring prosperity to three generations.

His wife, Esme, was a virtuous wife.

Last quarter was the first time in his history that he received a refund from the tax bureau.

The money wasn't much, but it was the first time.

Even his mother Claire in this life, during the various procedures she went through during tax season, never mentioned a tax refund.

Locke pictured his mother looking at the bill with her glasses in his mind, smiled knowingly, and looked at his wife Esme: "Okay, whatever you say."

Esme hummed in agreement, glancing at the scenery outside the car window. "So, where to now? Home?"

Locke chuckled, "Where do you want to go? Shopping on Fifth Avenue?"

Esme shook her head: "It's boring. If I want to go shopping, I'd rather go to Paris."

As a United Airlines flight attendant, Esme enjoys the perk of being able to fly any flight for free every year.

Of course, Locke, as a family member, also enjoys this benefit.

However, it only happens twice a year.

Locke never used it.

Don't ask why.

The answer is simple: it's not safe!

"How about we go to Sentinel Special Operations Bureau?"

"To the police station?"

Locke snapped out of his daze and looked at Esme with some curiosity.

Esme shrugged. "But I'll go home first. I brought some gifts for Debbie, Jack, and Brown. I haven't seen them in a long time."

Have a look.

What is a virtuous wife?

This is.

Isn't that how his mother was in this life? During holidays, she would prepare all sorts of small gifts for his father's subordinates.

Locke blinked.

"Honey."

"Um?"

"I feel that the best thing I ever did was marry you."

"Then you better not lose me."

"Ha ha."

Locke laughed.

Lost?

impossible.

It is absolutely impossible.

How could he possibly lose such a beautiful, elegant, and capable wife who is also a virtuous and supportive partner?

nonexistent.

Locke looked at Esme with a serious expression: "I may have lost myself, but I won't lose you."

Esme tilted her head, glancing sideways at Locke, a very handsome smile playing on her lips.

"I trust you."

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