The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Brown looked a little off right now.

He lifted the cat-headed man from the ground, his tiger eyes fixed on him.

He looked exactly like a live volcano about to erupt.

but……

After hearing Locke's voice, Brown remained silent for a moment before throwing the cat-headed man back to the ground and walking over.

The group walked to the rest area outside and sat down.

As Brown wiped the blood from the torture he had inflicted on the three mutants with a towel, he composed himself, forced a smile, and said to Esme, "Sorry to have you witness this."

Esme sat down next to Locke, smiling and shaking her head, "I just haven't seen you and Debbie in a long time, so I had Locke bring me here to see you."

Locke looked at Brown's expression: "Are you alright?"

He sensed something was off about Brown.

Since they came out, Brown hasn't made eye contact with him once.

Brown's gaze swept quickly over Locke before settling elsewhere, his smile somewhat forced.

"I'm fine."

"real?"

Locke didn't believe it.

Brown nodded, still not looking at Locke: "I'm really fine, don't worry about me, Locke."

Locke did not continue on this matter.

Since Brown didn't want to talk about it, he didn't bother to ask.

However, Brown is still a powerful tool for him to earn extraordinary points, so it's necessary to remind him of the points that need to be reminded.

Locke looked at Brown and comforted him, "Don't be fooled by a low-level mutant who knows how to get into the Xavier's School. As long as that suicide bomber is still alive, we will find him sooner or later."

If this cat-headed man really knew how to enter Xavier's School, without a doubt, he would have already gone to live in the mutant's Eden.

After all, at Xavier's School of the Xander Cage, as long as you attend classes, you won't have to worry about food or drink. All your expenses are provided by Xavier Charles, a professor among mutants and a capitalist in the Commonwealth.

As for the suicide bomber who killed Brown's wife and unborn child?

Locke was speaking from the heart.

Although he had no opinion or view on mutants, he did not have the idea that he could or could not kill mutants.

Mutants can live or die; the only difference is whether Locke wants to kill them or not.

Brown was his friend, so the person who committed suicide was his enemy.

but……

Just as Locke finished speaking, he heard John, who had come with them, sneer.

Locke looked in the direction of the voice at John and narrowed his eyes.

"What are you laughing at?"

"hehe."

John crossed his legs, his face full of arrogance and disdain: "Nothing, I was just laughing at how long you're going to keep fooling Brown."

"Bang!" Upon hearing this, Debbie slammed her hand on the table, stood up, and said to John, "Sixth Team Leader, what did you say?"

John glanced at Debbie, who had stood up. "What, are you telling me the truth?"

Done.

John looked at Locke again: "The other groups may be afraid of you, but our Group Six is ​​not."

Locke ignored John and looked at Brown instead.

Brown still didn't make eye contact with him.

It turned out to be the case.

The problem lies here.

Someone is trying to sow discord.

Locke thought to himself, his expression unchanged as he looked back at John and chuckled.

"You say I lied to Brown? What did I lie to him about?"

"What have you been doing this past month?"

"oh!"

Locke suddenly realized, then looked at Brown again: "Brown, haven't you been happy with this past month?"

That speed at which they kill vampires is incredibly fast.

And there's also extra income.

Didn't you say before that you were going to continue this side hustle?

How did he suddenly become a liar?

Locke was somewhat puzzled.

This time, Brown couldn't pretend he hadn't heard.

He made eye contact with Locke for the first time after Locke came in.

after awhile.

Brown didn't explain, but simply said, "We are Sentinel Special Operations, Locke."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Although this statement doesn't explain why, it can be said that it has already explained it.

"We are the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau," which is basically saying he's neglecting his duties. A Sentinel agent who doesn't go out to catch mutants has spent a month playing with vampires.

"hehe."

After thinking about this, Locke shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.

Jack frowned.

"Brown, you..."

"Alright."

John interrupted Jack, then looked at Locke with a playful smile: "Locke, do you know why everyone's always gotten along with you?"

Locke glanced at John.

You've got it backwards: it's me who doesn't get along with you guys.

John continued, "Others may not know, but I know very well that you're a sympathizer too."

Locke smiled.

"I sympathize with mutants. Are you sure, John? I remember the title of Mutant ...

Have you ever killed a mutant with your own hands?

John scoffed, "Wasn't it Brown who killed him? You were always waiting downstairs."

Locke smiled.

Debbie couldn't hold back any longer and slammed her hand on the table again: "What are you saying, Sixth Team Leader? So what if our team leader is kind-hearted? According to your logic, does that mean everyone in our department who hasn't personally killed a mutant is a sympathizer?"

John didn't even glance at Debbie.

Locke then turned his gaze to Brown once again.

"You think so too?"

"I……"

Brown opened his mouth, met Locke's gaze, then drifted to the side: "I just want to kill mutants to avenge my wife."

understood.

Locke nodded: "So, you're planning to follow Group Six?"

Brown gave a rather unpleasant smile.

"Feel sorry."

"No need, everyone has their own ambitions."

Locke smiled and waved his hand: "The action team and the special operations team are not bound together by any agreement."

Their group and Brown's Secret Service team have been working together for a long time simply because they get along well.

Since the collaboration is no longer going well, there's no need to continue working together.

Forced relationships are never sweet; they only make you feel more and more disgusted.

"Alright."

Locke smacked his lips, nodded, stood up from his chair, put his hands in his pockets, and after scanning Brown again, his gaze landed on John.

John sat upright in his chair, meeting Locke's gaze with an undisguised victor's smile.

Locke smiled and said, "Congratulations."

"Thank you." John's smile widened.

Locke then looked at Brown: "Since you've decided to cooperate with Group Six, why not do it now? Come up and hand over the responsibilities later."

Brown looked up at Locke, as if he wanted to say something.

but……

He opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

……