The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

I want……

To control the armies of the entire realm?

Supervisor Walter's eye twitched.

Speak like a human.

"I'll let you in, but after this is over, I want the position of Chief of the New York City Sentinel Service."

"That's impossible."

Upon hearing Locke's request, Director Walter's face darkened, and he refused without hesitation, saying, "Locke, I called you 'Big Brother,' have you forgotten that I'm just an assistant director of the secret service?"

At this point, Walter seemed to remember something and asked curiously, "Also, weren't you planning to work at the mutant lab? Why did you suddenly set your sights on the position of Director of the Sentinel?"

Locke shrugged: "It's simple. They want me to lead the team in, but the only condition we agreed on was a promotion to the mutant lab. What I have to give up is no longer proportional to what I'm willing to do."

You reap what you sow.

You reap what you sow.

In layman's terms, it means doing as much as you can afford!

As Confucius said, if people do good deeds without expecting anything in return, then no one will choose to do good deeds in the future.

With great power comes great power, and with great responsibility comes great responsibility.

That statement is correct.

As for why not the position of Chief of the New York Sentinel Post?

"If I became the Chief of the New York Sentinel Service, I'd be qualified to go to the mutant lab, wouldn't I?"

"That's true."

Upon hearing this, Supervisor Walter nodded subconsciously.

Currently, the mutant lab is classified as a 2S-level secret within the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau.

However, the head of the New York City Sentinel Secret Service has a security clearance level of 2S, which is sufficient to decrypt and understand the experimental content and location of this mutant laboratory.

only……

Walter shook his head with a wry smile: "I advise you to forget about the director position. What rank are you at now? Senior agent. Let alone director, even if you were to take over my position, you would still have two or three steps to climb. Not to mention director, it would take at least seven or eight years. Don't even think about it."

Locke stroked his chin: "Walter, I think my efforts are enough to offset seven or eight years of hard work."

Walter chuckled and said, "Your opinion is irrelevant; it's up to the higher-ups to think so."

Locke shrugged.

"So there's nothing to discuss then?"

"no."

"Then what's the point of talking?"

Locke laughed and pretended to hang up the phone: "I'm busy finding the suspect who wiped out Paul and his gang, I don't have time to go inside the building."

Supervisor Walter's eyelids twitched, and he quickly called out to Locke, "Wait a minute."

Locke's lips curled into a smile.

"Is there anything else, supervisor?"

"You... wait here, I'll go ask for you."

"Thank you, supervisor."

"hehe."

Supervisor Walter sneered repeatedly: "No need for thanks. Just remember to buy me a drink when I get a scolding."

"No problem, I have another bottle of Thunder Bourbon that I brought from home."

Locke answered with a smile.

Supervisor Walter hung up the phone, stood there for a moment, thought for a moment, took a deep breath, put his phone away, and walked into a small conference room next to him.

In the conference room.

Nick Fury, the one-eyed director of S.H.I.E.L.D., along with several unnamed clerks and high-ranking officials from the Sentinel Special Service in Washington, D.C., gathered together.

However, the two sides were clearly divided, and while the atmosphere couldn't be described as tense, it was certainly one of irreconcilable conflict.

However, since Nick Fury has already used all his moves, both sides are currently in a break.

The S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel awaited a reply from the Sentinel Special Operations Department.

Meanwhile, the senior management of the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau were waiting for a reply from Director Walter, who had just been sent out to gather information.

Several senior executives' eyes lit up when they saw Walter walk in.

Supervisor Walter, with his head down and expressionless, walked to the side of the head of the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau, bent down and whispered Locke's conditions.

The director, who had been leaning back in his chair, smoking a cigar, gradually frowned as he listened to Walter's words.

He settled himself in, turned to look at Walter, and said nothing.

Walter also looked at the chief with a serious expression, without saying a word.

But the two of them talked about almost everything.

Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?

"No, that's what Locke said."

"hiss."

The director took a breath and looked at the senior officials sitting to the side.

Five minutes later.

In the small room next to the small conference room.

The Sentinel Special Operations Director, arms crossed, relayed Locke's demands, then looked at the other four people who had come to the small room for a meeting: "So, what do you think? Do you agree to these demands?"

The deputy director, a middle-aged man who looked rather shrewd, said, "No, impossible, how can this be allowed?"

From a high-ranking agent to the head of the New York City Sentinel Bureau?

Good guy.

This is like achieving instant success.

The Sentinel Special Operations Director, who was also the superior of Locke's superior Walter's superior, retorted to the deputy director: "The problem now is that Nick Fury insists that he lead the team in."

The sentry office supervisor pushed up his glasses: "Asking for the moon, but settling for less."

Nobody who can make it in Washington, D.C. is a fool.

Everyone present knew exactly what Nick Fury was planning.

He just wanted to use the vampires to kill Locke.

The top brass of Sentinel Service knew everything.

Locke was also fully aware of this, which is why he dared to make such an outrageous demand for the position of Chief of the New York City Sentinel Service.

The Sentinel Special Operations Director glanced at the office supervisor who had spoken, then looked at Walter, who was standing to the side like a nobody.

Who is the current operations manager for New York City?

"no."

Without a second thought, Walter replied, "The New York City Operations Director is concurrently the Deputy Director of Operations for New York State, Jonathan."

After all, the headquarters of the New York State Sentinel Service is also located in New York City.

Upon hearing this, the head of the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau nodded thoughtfully.

The deputy director, who had just objected, frowned again upon seeing this.

"Chief, I think..."

"Alright, Deputy Director Aud, you've just arrived here, so there are some things you still need to observe."

The Sentinel Special Operations Director interrupted the newly appointed deputy director, looked around, and finally spoke slowly to Walter.

"Chief, don't even think about it. Even if his surname is Underwood, he's not someone who can hold the position of chief right now."

"but……"

"I can give him the position of Chief of Operations for the New York Sentinel Secret Service, concurrently serving as Deputy Chief of Operations for New York City."

"And regarding the mutant lab, I will authorize an increase in its security level."

"Of course, this is conditional."

The Sentinel Special Operations Director said this, then looked intently at Walter: "Give me a good fight. I can give him what he wants, but if we fail, tell him that staying in there is a dignified choice."

Walter couldn't help but swallow hard as he looked at Alexander.

"Yes, Chief."

"Contact him."

"OK."

Without any hesitation, Supervisor Walter turned around, left the small room, and dialed Locke, who was waiting for his message.

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