The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Yes.

protection.

Although this is the famous Marvel Universe, it is undeniable that before the great era began, the ordinary people in this world were well protected.

Protecting them is the equally renowned Strategic Homeland Defense, Attack and Logistics Agency.

AKA – S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Since the five superpowers authorized the establishment of S.H.I.E.L.D., this agency has only one purpose.

They protect and act as a firewall between the ordinary world and the extraordinary world, preventing and protecting ordinary people from knowing about the existence of the extraordinary world and from being attacked by it.

Just like the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau where Locke works.

Frankly speaking, if the awakening of mutants were silent and did not cause a disaster, the ordinary people in this world probably wouldn't even know about the existence of mutants.

Before the establishment of the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau, dealing with supernatural beings was the responsibility of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Vampires, barring any unforeseen circumstances, are also part of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s business.

but……

Meeting a vampire right now is a good thing.

The hardest part is getting started.

One has two.

Locke had considered this over the past two years and even thought about finding the vampire through the SHIELD connection.

Unfortunately, there have been no results.

But now that a vampire has appeared, will a second or third vampire be far behind?

Locke wasn't afraid of him having more; he was afraid that he wouldn't have enough of him.

God is my witness.

After figuring out the effects of his cheat system, the first supernatural species he chose was a vampire.

After all, vampires are much easier to hunt than mutants.

The most important thing.

Unlike mutants who prefer to be alone after awakening, vampires are social creatures.

The more Locke thought about it, the more passionate he felt.

Now that the first vampire has appeared, we can find more vampires by following their life trajectory.

Even a vampire might give you a little bit of superhuman points.

Ten means ten o'clock.

One hundred is one hundred points.

This is just the lowest level of vampire; there must be higher-level vampires outside.

Mom, I can finally have some fun!

Locke, with this thought in mind, couldn't help but look at Debbie.

"Debbie."

"Boss."

"check."

Locke's gaze swept over the white ash on the ground, then he looked at Brown and said in a deep voice, "Whether they are mutants or vampires, we have sacrificed five people this time, so we will exchange them for the lives of fifty mutants or vampires."

One must have a legitimate reason for doing something.

Law enforcement agencies should do the same.

What cause could be more just and accurate than avenging one's comrades right now?

Upon hearing Locke's words and seeing Locke's serious expression, Brown suppressed the fleeting gratitude and excitement that had crossed his face and nodded solemnly at Locke.

Debbie nodded with a serious expression as well.

Seeing this, Locke was just about to say something more to confirm that the next retaliatory action was in accordance with procedure and justice when the phone in his arms rang.

He took out his phone, looked at the caller ID, and then smiled slightly.

It was his flight attendant wife, Esme, who called.

Locke walked to the side and answered the phone.

His wife, Esme, is a flight attendant for United Airlines.

Blonde hair and blue eyes are captivating.

She has fair skin, a beautiful face, and a great temperament.

She has a curvy figure and a beautiful voice.

Locke liked her very much, and due to family reasons, they decided to get married after dating for less than six months.

Esme did not resign from United Airlines after getting married, and Locke did not intend for his wife to give up her job and return to the family after marriage.

Esme called yesterday to say she would be flying back to New York from Texas today, a journey that would take about three hours.

Locke was planning to go to Kennedy Airport after get off work today to spend some quality time with his wife.

But he was suddenly assigned a task and had to work overtime. He sent Esme a text message at the time, and Esme probably just got off the plane and saw the message.

But it's too late to get there now.

After all, he only had one hour, which would affect his performance.

And it wasn't quite satisfying.

The most important thing.

If no one had died, he could have slipped away, but now that five of Brown's men are dead, it's inappropriate for him to go on a date with his wife.

Locke briefly explained the situation over the phone.

Esme's wife was surprised on the other end of the phone.

"Are you alright? Is Brown alright? How come five of us were killed? Could this mutant be an Alpha-level one?"

"This time it's not a mutant."

"no……"

"The situation is rather complicated. Shall we discuss it again when you return to New York next time?"

Locke didn't intend to say much more on the phone.

"...Alright then."

In the United Airlines lounge at Kennedy Airport, Esme, dressed in a flight attendant uniform, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a somewhat aloof appearance, nodded: "I have three days off after I fly to Los Angeles."

Locke smiled and said, "Okay, I'll pick you up from the airport then."

hang up the phone.

Locke turned around and walked back.

Brown, with an ice pack on his forehead, looked at Locke as he returned and asked, "Esme's on the phone?"

Locke nodded, glanced at the body being carried out of the apartment, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed one to Brown.

The two lit cigarettes.

Brown took a deep breath and looked at Locke: "I remember six months ago, didn't you say you were against marriage? How come you're married all of a sudden?"

Locke shook his head and smiled: "Time's up."

He didn't plan to get married so early.

but……

My dad forced me to do it!

Seeing that Locke didn't intend to explain further, Brown nodded and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, his gaze fell on the body being carried into the car, and his mood gradually sank.

Locke didn't say anything, but patted Brown on the shoulder, silently comforting him.

He was somewhat afraid that Brown would become despondent as a result.

That won't do.

His grand plan to recreate Superman depends entirely on Brown.

Fortunately.

Brown's low spirits were only temporary; by the time he returned to the station, he had already transformed those feelings into a burning desire for revenge.

Locke is right.

Kill me, and I'll give you ten lives in return!

When Locke left the office, Brown had already gone ahead with his team, who shared the same idea, to begin investigating the vampire's details.

Locke was pleased with this, then chose to leave work, went to the parking lot, opened the door of his Audi A8, started the engine, and drove directly away from the ground parking lot of the Sentinel Special Operations Building.

After half an hour.

He had already returned to his rented apartment.

The apartment is not large, only about fifty square meters, with a living room and a bedroom.

……