The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

"Operations Director?"

"Yes."

"this……"

Locke frowned as he listened to Director Walter's offer over the phone: "But I want the position of Director of the New York Bureau."

Walter shook his head expressionlessly: "Locke, you know better than anyone that no high-ranking official would agree to your request. The only reason they've agreed to give you the position of Operations Director and Deputy Operations Director is because your last name is Underwood."

Locke chuckled upon hearing this.

He did not respond to Walter's last words.

Because that's just how it is.

Even Locke himself had to admit that his surname, Underwood, was the foundation of everything that was happening now.

Because his surname is Underwood, he is qualified to negotiate and do business with the higher-ups of the Sentinel Service.

What if it were someone else?

For example, Walter.

Oh.

Why would you negotiate terms with them and do business with them?

What a pipe dream!

If you dare to try it today, it won't be long before the news comes out that you've been shot eight times in the back and committed suicide.

This is why Walter's tone carried a hint of envy when he said this.

Locke stroked his chin, his gaze thoughtful.

"But I still feel like I got the short end of the stick."

"...Then you can make the call yourself."

Walter rolled his eyes.

If he weren't still Locke's nominal supervisor, he would have hung up the phone long ago. Let whoever wants to be the messenger can be.

Locke chuckled.

"Look, Walter, you're in a hurry again."

"..."

Walter's urge to throw the phone away became increasingly impulsive.

Just then.

Locke said seriously, "Operations Director for New York City it is, fine, but I have one last condition."

Walter frowned: "What?"

Locke smiled and said, "Walter, you've been wearing the title of Assistant Special Agent Director on your head for over a year now, it's time to take the 'assistant' part off."

Walter was slightly taken aback.

"I……"

"After this is done, I'll be the deputy director of operations in New York City, and you'll be the director of the New York State Special Agents. That's it. If you agree, great; if you don't, go find someone else."

"When I hand over the reins to Nick Fury, it must be made clear when I enter the building and when I become part of our Sentinel Special Operations."

"Anything that goes wrong before I get in is SHIELD's responsibility and has nothing to do with us."

After Locke finished speaking, to avoid hearing Walter's cheesy and excited expressions of gratitude, he hung up the phone again without waiting for Walter's reply.

"Debbie."

"I'm here."

"How's Jack doing?"

"Hold on."

As Debbie spoke, she nodded to the agent beside her, and then a video call interface appeared on the big screen.

soon.

Jack, wearing a safety helmet and a waterworks uniform, appeared on the big screen looking somewhat disheveled.

Jack, holding his phone in one hand and wiping the water off his face with the other, looked at Locke on his phone and said, "Boss."

Locke looked at the somewhat disheveled Jack and said with a smile, "How's it going? How much holy water have you injected?"

Jack reversed the video feed on his phone.

into the eye.

Three fire trucks were lined up one after another, with the lead fire truck connected to the fire inlet of a building.

"Two trucks have been driven in, and there are only three trucks left."

"pretty."

Locke praised Jack's work, then asked, "Didn't you find anything at the Vampire Mansion?"

Jack shook his head: "No, the surveillance cameras here were hacked the moment the building was locked. Besides, I doubt the vampires inside would ever guess that you've been collecting holy water from Quancheng Church all week and are planning to pour it into the building's fire hydrants."

Locke's lips curled up slightly.

That's why Jack seemed to be offline today.

Before S.H.I.E.L.D. began their operation, he arranged for Jack to disguise himself as a waterworker and secretly inject the holy water collected from churches throughout the city into the fire hydrants of the Vampire Tower.

"How much longer?"

Two hours.

"it is good."

Locke nodded: "No rush, take your time."

Jack said in a strong voice, "Don't worry, boss, I'll get back to work now."

Locke hummed in agreement.

The video call disappeared.

Locke thought for a moment, then looked at Debbie again: "Paul's Special Operations Team has been wiped out. We need a new Special Operations Team. Do you have any recommendations?"

Debbie frowned and said, "We only have nine special operations teams in total. If we ask them for help at the last minute, they'll probably be very busy. If we don't ask them, then we'll have to use the reserve special operations teams."

Although the Sentinel Secret Service was established less recently than the FBI and CIA.

But the SSS also has everything that the FBI and CIA have.

The so-called Reserve Special Operations is another collaborative project between the Sentinel Special Operations Bureau and the military.

Every year during the demobilization season, the military selects a group of outstanding soldiers and recommends them to the Sentinel Special Service.

If there are no positions available at the Sentinel Special Service, they will temporarily undergo initial pre-job training at the Sentinel Academy.

In this way, if a vacancy occurs, they can fill it immediately without disrupting the normal operation of the Sentinel Special Service.

The special operations team that Debbie just mentioned refers to them.

Locke thought for a moment.

"How long will it take at the earliest?"

"soon."

Debbie didn't hesitate at all: "There's a training base in Jersey City. I can contact them now."

Upon hearing this, Locke nodded and said, "Okay, let's contact them now."

Debbie responded, and as she prepared to turn around and practice, she seemed to remember something.

"Boss, what are the personnel requirements?"

"Those who have seen blood have priority."

"clear."

At the same time, Walter's supervisor called again.

Locke took out his phone.

connected.

"Can."

Supervisor Walter's voice, tinged with barely suppressed excitement, came through the microphone: "The director has agreed to your request."

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

Locke always felt that Walter emphasized the word "you" when he said that.

He suddenly had an urge to mess with his supervisor, Walter.

but……

Never mind, business is more important.

"Okay, I'll take my men in as soon as the SWAT team arrives."

As long as the pay is right, let alone leading the team personally, I wouldn't mind having him wash Quinn's butt.

Making money is nothing to be ashamed of!

After hanging up the phone again, Locke thought of Quinn, blinked, opened his phone, and found the phone number that had just been blocked—the one that used to belong to Dickon but now belonged to Quinn.

He dialed the number directly.

The call was answered after a while.

"Hello!"

"Quinn, when are you going to summon the Blood God? Give me a specific time."

"..."