The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Locke, who was waiting for his wife Esme to change clothes and return to Washington, heard the system prompt in his mind.

The next second.

The prompt sounded like firecrackers, and it kept ringing.

『Ding! 』

『Ding! 』

『Ding! 』

『Current extraordinary points: "550"』

Locke subconsciously looked towards the window of the living room.

What caught his eye.

It was still the sky at seven o'clock in the morning.

Obviously, this was the credit of Blade Warrior, the first member of the Special Operations Team of the New York Sentinel Secret Service.

It has to be said that Blade is a very qualified tool man.

Since Locke's official appointment on the 10th of this month, the legitimacy of the special operations team formed by the new Deputy Director of Operations of the Sentinel Secret Service has also officially taken effect.

No.

Blade Warrior began to attack with all his strength. In just over ten days, Blade has destroyed three blood banks hidden by vampires in New York City.

The two silver swords made many vampires become their dead souls, contributing a large number of extraordinary points to Locke.

And the extraordinary points obtained by Blade are still increasing.

When Esme came out of the bedroom after changing her clothes, Blade helped Locke to increase her extraordinary points to 570.

"Let's go." Esme, who was wearing a white women's shirt inside, black jeans and knee-high high-heeled boots on the lower body, and a women's wool coat outside, walked to Locke and said, "What time is the flight?"

Locke's mind moved, temporarily blocked the system pop-up window, and said with a smile: "It's half past nine, it's just right to leave now."

Esme nodded.

"Then let's go."

"Okay."

As Locke said, he grabbed the couple's wool coat of the same style as Esme on the sofa, and then picked up the small luggage bag in Esme's hand and walked out the door.

Originally, he didn't plan to go back to Washington for Christmas this year.

But plans can't keep up with changes.

Esme is pregnant.

This is not a surprise, it is expected.

After all, this month has passed, he and Esme have been married for almost a year, and the two have worked hard.

To be precise, it should be Esme who has worked hard.

Especially last month.

Originally, Esme, who was busy with work and could only go back to New York City once a month, broke this record at the end of last month.

On average, she flew back to New York City in two days, and when they met, she didn't say anything, but just pulled him to the bedroom.

It was not until ten days ago that she gradually recovered.

Then a week ago, Esme came back again and told Locke the good news that she was pregnant.

Yes.

Good news.

This is true for Esme, and even more so for Locke.

After hearing the news, Locke excitedly picked up his wife and turned around in the living room.

He didn't have any idea of ​​DINK, and he didn't think that it would be best not to have children for more than ten years after marriage.

Locke really wanted a son of his own.

After all, although he has a family in this life, because of the time travel, he always feels out of tune with this world in the dead of night.

But it would be different if he had a child.

Locke was very happy, and at the same time, he also eliminated the last bit of worry in his heart.

He was originally worried that his cheat might affect his having children.

Now it seems that the worry is unnecessary.

So after learning that Esme was pregnant, Locke changed his mind and returned to Washington for Christmas this year.

After all, the baby in Esme's belly is a third-generation member of the Underwood. Old Underwood may not say it, but if even mother Claire heard from others that her daughter-in-law was pregnant, it would be a lot of fun.

So, return to Washington for Christmas.

Ten thirty in the morning.

After flying for about an hour, the plane landed on time at Washington International Airport.

Locke and Esme did not get off the plane with others, but walked through the special channel and walked out of the airport behind them with their luggage.

Locke, who had just left the airport, saw Edward Mitcham standing in front of a black Chevrolet sedan.

Edward Meacham, a Capitol Police officer, is responsible for the security and driver work of old Underwood.

He is a very dedicated person.

This is Locke's evaluation of Edward Meacham.

Edward, who was wearing a suit and had broad shoulders, also saw Locke coming out of the airport. His eyes lit up, and he opened his arms and greeted Locke.

"Locke, I thought you wouldn't come back this year."

"That was originally the plan."

Locke hugged Edward, and after letting go, he shrugged and smiled back, and then introduced Esme.

"Esme, my wife."

"This is Edward Meacham, a Capitol Police officer. Since old Underwood came to Washington, he has been responsible for old Underwood's security and driver work."

"Hello." Esme smiled and extended her right hand.

Edward shook hands with Esme: "Hello."

The handshake was loose.

Edward then took the luggage from Locke, called the two of them, and walked towards the Chevrolet sedan. He opened the trunk and put the luggage inside.

Soon.

Edward started the car and left the international airport with Locke and Esme sitting in the back seat.

Locke's home in Washington is in a community with many residents.

It was a four-story townhouse that was 120 years old.

The villa has a very historical feel.

Not just from the outside, but also from the inside. Living inside, it feels like you are living in the past.

Locke didn't like it very much.

But the people who live here are not him after all, but old Underwood and his mother Claire.

As long as they like it.

Therefore, the two of them did not consider Locke's request to change houses when he still lived here.

Half an hour later.

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The black Chevrolet drove into the community, then slowed down and finally stopped at the entrance of a four-story townhouse with a light red exterior.

"Look, what I said."

Locke looked at the empty door, especially the one that was still closed. He raised his eyebrows and said to Esme on the side: "Just come back and give us a showdown."

Esme just glanced at Locke and ignored him. While she still had time, she recalled the information about her father-in-law Frances Underwood and her mother-in-law Claire Underwood.

Father-in-law Francis Underwood is the whip of the majority party in the House of Representatives. He holds a powerful position and is full of aura.

As for her mother-in-law, Claire Underwood, she runs a non-profit organization that aims to provide clean water to people in underdeveloped countries and regions.

And unlike her father-in-law, Francis, who came from a poor white family, her mother-in-law, Claire, came from a rich and privileged family background.

In the words of Locke.

Father-in-law Francis borrowed the power of his mother-in-law Claire's family to start his business.

Esme, who was focused on quickly recalling the information about her parents-in-law, allowed Locke to pull her out of the car, then went straight to the door of the villa, and then knocked on the door.

But the door is closed.

Locke raised his eyebrows, pushed open the door, and looked at the impeccably tidy entrance corridor.

Forgot to say.

Mom Claire has mysophobia. Although it is not very serious, it is undeniable that this is another reason why Locke ran away to New York.

Locke led Esme through the entrance corridor and into the living room where a fire was burning in the fireplace. He immediately saw a couple who had been married for many years sitting on both sides of the sofa.

The two of them sat on either side of the sofa, leaving enough space in the middle for Locke to lie down sideways.

Old Underwood was looking at the newspaper in his hand and seemed not to notice Locke's arrival.

Mom Claire looked at Locke who walked in with an expression of surprise.

"Son!"

"mom."

Sure enough, only mothers are good in the world, and mothers’ children...

Just when Locke opened his arms, preparing to receive a warm hug from his mother Claire, his mother Claire, who was walking towards him with a smile, moved to the side and hugged Esme beside him.

Locke kept opening his arms, looked at his mother hugging Esme beside him, and blinked.

Shet.

He took back what he just said.

Esme didn't seem to expect that her mother-in-law would be so enthusiastic. She was a little overwhelmed when Claire held her and looked at Locke.

Locke understood.

"Mom, don't be too enthusiastic, Esme is pregnant."

"..."

Claire, the mother who was holding her daughter-in-law, was slightly startled when she heard this. After letting go of Esme, she glanced at Locke, and then looked at Esme again, as if to confirm the authenticity of the news.

I promised them a surprise for Christmas.

Why did you say it within two minutes after you walked in the door?

Esme gave Locke a direct roll of her eyes, and then nodded to her mother-in-law Claire's shining eyes.

"Not even a month."

"Oh, God!"

Claire exclaimed and covered her mouth.

At this time, Old Underwood, who was still sitting on the sofa pretending to read the newspaper, could no longer sit still. He put away the newspaper in his hand, stood up, and turned to look at Locke.

Locke saw this and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Don't you read the newspaper anymore? Is it because the newspaper doesn't look good?"

"..."

When Old Underwood heard these words, the corners of his mouth twitched vaguely.

At this moment, he fell into memories again and began to think about why he, who had clearly agreed not to have children as long as he had rights, did not choose to abort Claire's unexpected pregnancy as agreed, but relented and gave birth to her.

I obviously hate children the most.

Is it because having a child will make you appear more mature as a politician?

It should be.

Old Underwood began to analyze the reasons why he did not choose to let Claire kill Locke.

In the end, he nodded affirmatively, convincing himself that he wanted a child at that time to make his future smoother, and not because he had a father's love at that time.

Just a traitor.

Whoever loves wants it.

I don’t want it anyway.

Old Underwood was thinking about what happened to Locke during this period. He snorted coldly, put down the newspaper in his hand, and walked towards the stairs.

"Come to my study!"

"Now."

"..."