The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

It was afternoon.

When Locke led Esme into their office lobby, Jack and Debbie were chatting in the break room.

Debbie was the one doing most of the talking, and Jack was the one listening.

Debbie tried everything she could to find out from Jack what he had been doing for Locke for the past two days.

When Locke and Esme entered the lounge, Debbie was showing her little fangs and threatening Jack with a fierce look.

"Tell me, what did the boss want with you?"

"I can't say."

Jack continued to shake his head, unmoved by Debbie's threats, then looked towards the door, his eyes lighting up: "Boss."

Locke was just about to speak.

Debbie scoffed.

"Keep pretending. When did our boss come to work the day after Esme returned? Don't try to change the subject. He's probably still in bed right now."

"..."

Locke stared at Debbie, who was shaking her head without turning her head, and his lips twitched wildly.

What are you saying?

What kind of talk is that?

What do you mean by "Every time Esme comes back, I can't get out of bed the next day"?

What a joke.

I'm a tough guy who passed the Sentinel Special Service's assessment, had two years of frontline law enforcement experience, and rose through the ranks from the bottom.

Esme glanced at Locke sideways without saying a word, but a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Locke couldn't hold back any longer.

"cough!"

"Who... ah... thud... that hurts... boss."

Hearing the sound, Debbie turned around and saw Locke. She gasped, then fell off the coffee table. She stood up, covered her head, and looked at Locke pitifully with tears in her eyes.

Looking at Debbie's pitiful appearance, Locke's anger vanished at an instant.

Forget it.

Those who are family should be pampered.

If Jack is his dominant right hand, then Debbie is his left hand.

Locke sighed inwardly, glanced at Debbie who seemed ready to burst into tears at the slightest harsh word from him, and opened his mouth.

"Be more careful next time."

"Yes, sir."

Debbie snapped to attention and saluted Locke, then, as if her expression had changed, she giggled and walked toward Esme: "Esme, long time no see. I thought you weren't coming to see us this time."

Before Locke could react, Debbie pulled Esme aside, and they left the rest room chatting and laughing.

Locke watched the two women's departing figures and blinked.

He regretted it.

next second.

Locke laughed, shook his head, looked at Jack, and said with a disappointed expression, "Look how you've spoiled her."

Jack froze, pointing at himself with a dazed expression.

Who spoiled them?

I?

Boss, are you sure?

Ignoring Jack's silent accusation, Locke immediately changed the subject: "Where is Blade now? Is he still recovering from his injuries?"

Jack snapped out of his daze and nodded.

"I checked with the sentry this morning, and he hasn't come out yet."

"Is his injury serious?"

"have no idea."

Jack shook his head.

The sentry was just keeping watch nearby and only saw that after Blade went back, he never came out again.

Locke stroked his chin.

"Where is Quinn's location displayed?"

"On 97th Street, in a building called Blood Products, Debbie looked up this company. Blood Products' main business is blood banks, and they own more than 90 blood banks in New York City."

"...Goodness gracious."

Locke was speechless upon hearing this: "Letting vampires run blood banks is no different from letting rats guard grain warehouses."

"Boss."

"Um?"

"Now that we know the location, could we...?"

"No rush."

Locke raised an eyebrow at Jack's gesture, shook his head, and said, "What's the rush? We already know the hideout, so just wait."

What are you waiting for?

Naturally, we'll wait until we maximize our profits before making a move.

I wonder how many extraordinary points that Blood God will give him if it explodes.

Locke thought to himself, then glanced outside at Debbie, who was unwrapping her gift. He turned back to Jack and said, "Have the surveillance team keep a close eye on this building. Report back immediately if anything happens."

Jack nodded: "Okay, boss."

Locke then walked out of the lounge.

"How is it? Do you like it?"

"Yes, I like it."

Debbie clutched the perfume box she had just unpacked from the gift box and said happily, "Thank you."

Esme smiled and said, "I knew you'd like it. By the way, where's Brown?"

She turned her head and looked around.

"Brown likes to hang out here, why haven't I seen him today?"

"He went to Group Six."

"Group Six?"

Locke raised an eyebrow: "John's group, what's Brown doing over there?"

Good guy.

Brown won't abandon him, will he?

That shouldn't be the case.

Debbie put the gift away and explained, "I don't know the specifics, but the people from Group Six came over this morning and said that among the mutants captured this time, one of them is suspected of knowing the mutant who killed Brown's wife back then."

Locke nodded upon hearing this.

It turned out to be the case.

The mutant who indirectly caused the deaths of Brown's wife and unborn child due to his awakening has still not been apprehended.

Brown joined the Sentinel Service partly because he wanted to kill all mutants, and partly because he hoped to find that mutant through the Sentinel Service and exact his blood revenge.

only……

Didn't that mutant also run into the mutant's Eden—X-Schools?

Did John capture a mutant who knows how to enter Xavier's School?

Locke thought for a moment and said, "I'll go check on Group Six."

Seeing this, Esme quickly said, "I'll go too."

Upon hearing this, Locke looked at Esme and frowned: "You shouldn't go. The interrogation room there is quite bloody. I'm afraid you'll have nightmares after seeing it."

This is the truth.

Even if Locke and Brown killed mutants, it was outside, on the spot.

Okay, it was mainly Brown who did the killings.

But Brown killed mutants out of a desire for revenge.

Shoot him dead on the spot.

Simple and clear.

But what about John?

Even mutants hiding outside know that the interrogation room of Sentinel Group Six is ​​a place that can stop even a child from crying.

Every single mutant who entered the Sixth Interrogation Room was either killed or crippled.

So you can think about it.

How bloody must the interrogation room of Group Six be?

Locke didn't want his kind-hearted wife to witness the greatest evil in the world.

Debbie chimed in, "Yeah, Esme, Sixth Division isn't exactly a good place. We only capture and kill mutants with criminal records, but John and his crew just indiscriminately slaughter them."

Jack didn't say anything, but nodded after Debbie finished speaking.

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