The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

"What did you say?"

"It's impossible. Change it."

"That's it."

"Don't even think about it."

Locke flatly rejected Old Underwood's request, then leaned back in his chair and asked curiously, "Who asked you to be a lobbyist?"

Is there a chance for Nick Fury's case?

Yes.

Everything can have a chance.

Nick Fury's case is no exception, as long as Locke, the victim, chooses to forgive.

After all, this is Washington, a circle where compromise is an art.

As long as Locke forgives, the Sentinel Secret Service will not be able to hold on to this matter.

After all, the victims have chosen to forgive, right?

But in this case, Locke has undoubtedly betrayed the Sentinel Secret Service to which he is loyal.

And it is an extremely shameful betrayal.

Because he was just promoted to Deputy Director of New York Sentinel Operations not long ago, and you backstabbed the Sentinel Secret Service right after that.

If this is not a shameful betrayal, then what is it?

As we all know.

Traitors are not welcome anywhere.

So Locke was a little curious. Old Underwood would not be unaware of such a simple thing, but he still chose to say so.

Obviously, there must be a powerful lobbyist behind this who persuaded Old Underwood.

Unlike Locke, who is happy to take revenge, Old Underwood is a typical politician.

This kind of person often says, "Politics has always been the art of compromise!"

Locke filtered the possible candidates in his mind, and then thought of the most likely person.

"Alexander Pierce?"

"No."

Old Underwood shook his head directly: "I have an average relationship with Pierce."

Locke raised his eyebrows.

"Then..."

"Don't think about it, it was Malik who contacted me."

"Who?"

Locke was stunned when he heard the name, then frowned and looked at Old Underwood.

"Gideon Malik?"

"Yes."

Locke suddenly realized.

Gideon Malik, a family whose reputation is not very prominent among the general public, but is a well-known family among the powerful class in Washington.

Let's put it this way. The Malik family is not only the financial backer behind many congressmen in Washington, but also the financial backer of S.H.I.E.L.D.

As mentioned before, since Nick Fury came to power, the East Country and Russia have quietly established their own "S.H.I.E.L.D.". Although they have not withdrawn from S.H.I.E.L.D., their sponsorship of S.H.I.E.L.D. has been decreasing year by year.

It can be said that after Nick Fury came to power, S.H.I.E.L.D. has changed from a global secret law enforcement agency to a Western secret law enforcement agency.

The huge S.H.I.E.L.D. relies on the Federation to lead the financial sponsorship provided by the old Britain and the old France.

And at this time, the capital sponsorship with the characteristics of the Federation came to power.

Gideon Malik became the financial backer of S.H.I.E.L.D. at that time.

Of course, Malik has another identity.

The Maliks have followed Hydra for generations and are the most important family in the Hydra organization.

But this is not the point.

Locke touched his chin and looked at Old Underwood with a strange expression: "Did Gideon call you personally?"

Just now I said that Malik is not only the financial backer of SHIELD, but also one of the financial backers behind many congressmen in Washington.

And among these many, Old Underwood is included.

The most important point.

Gideon Malik and Francis Underwood have a very good relationship, and Gideon Malik's daughter Stephanie Malik also knows Locke, and the two are Harvard alumni.

On some necessary holidays, the two families will take time to get together.

Old Underwood looked at Locke's expression and smiled slightly.

"You agree?"

"Hehe."

Locke heard this and laughed inexplicably, glancing at Old Underwood.

"That's impossible."

"..."

Old Underwood's face finally couldn't hold it anymore, and it turned dark with a swish.

"You just said you would agree."

"I will agree, but this one is an exception. Change it."

"That's it, Locke. There are no eternal enemies in Washington, only eternal interests."

"Sorry, I'm a New Yorker. We New Yorkers are happy to repay our enemies, unlike you Washingtonians who are hypocritical."

"No, that's it!"

"Then you are dreaming."

"Bang!"

Old Underwood finally couldn't help it. He slapped the table and stood up. As the whip leader of the House of Representatives, he rushed to Locke with his powerful aura, trying to force Locke to submit.

"I'll ask you one last time, yes or no."

"Old man, I'll tell you one last time, it's impossible, be smart, change to another request, I promise to agree, if you keep holding on to this, be careful not to steal the chicken and lose the rice."

Locke didn't indulge Old Underwood. He jumped up and kicked the chair under him backwards with a full firepower.

Bang!

The chair pierced through the door of the study room like a cannonball, then broke through the guardrail on the second floor without losing momentum, and then fell to the floor of the first floor hall.

Snap!

The moment the chair fell to the ground, it broke into pieces and turned into a corpse that could never be restored.

Esme and Claire, who were talking on the sofa in the living room, listened to the noise, looked at the chair that fell to the floor and broke into pieces, and then subconsciously looked up at the second floor.

In the study, Locke and old Underwood's voices were louder and more angry.

They called him a rebellious son.

They called him old German.

Esme listened to the noise on the second floor, opened her mouth, and looked at Claire beside her.

"Does this... happen often?"

"Uh..."

Mom Claire also opened her mouth and smiled reluctantly at Esme: "This is a special program."

Esme said "oh", then looked at Claire who was unmoved and blinked.

"Um... Claire, don't we need to go up and take a look?"

"No."

Claire has regained her composure. Looking at Esme, who looked a little worried, she smiled and said, "I just said that this is their special program. There is no need to worry. Moreover, we don't need to take the initiative to participate in the conversation between men unless it is necessary."

Esme met Claire's gaze and nodded as if she understood.

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Claire looked at Esme's expression and smiled again.

In the study.

Old Underwood, whose breath was obviously a little thick, stared with his eyes: "Locke, you can't only pay for the family when it is beneficial to you."

Locke sneered at what Old Underwood said, and stared back: "You can't compromise on everything when it is beneficial to you."

Old Underwood gritted his teeth.

"Rebellious son."

"Old De!"

"What did you say?"

"Calling you Old De is already polite. You call me a rebellious son. I didn't call you an old bitch because I have been kind since I was a child."

"Haha."

Old Underwood laughed when he heard Locke bragging about being kind since he was a child.

"You have been kind since you were a child?"

"Isn't it?"

Locke glanced at Old Underwood and used actual evidence to support himself.

"Other people buy luxury cars, have fun, hug women, and have all kinds of parties."

"Do I?"

"I don't."

"Your enemies can prove that they can't find any black spots on me to attack you, right?"

"I am so kind, it's fine if you don't call me baby, but you keep calling me a rebellious son. If I really become a rebellious son, you will probably be furious."

Which son of the rich and powerful in Washington, at his age, is already living in a villa, driving a luxury car, and hugging supermodels.

What about him?

The apartment is rented, the car is a second-hand car that has been driven for three years, and even the savings are only a pitiful two million.

Why is he so harsh on himself? It's because he is kind.

Because no one wants old Underwood to go further than him.

Who made him have the surname Underwood, and he is the eldest son of the Underwood family.

Since ancient times, there has never been a legitimate son or daughter who does not wish for the best for their family.

Uh...

I'm not sure about the legitimate daughter, but I'm sure about the legitimate son.

But in the end, the education from the soul made him prefer to be a salted fish, and never be a scumbag.

Old Underwood looked at Locke's confident look and laughed again.

"Good, haha, I didn't expect that there would be a good man in our family."

"Am I not good?"

"You might as well say you are white cotton."

"I am."

Locke heard this and spread his hands towards Old Underwood: "Although our family is poor and white, you have been very black-hearted since you were a child, and your mother's family has a manor. Your ancestors started out by growing cotton. You are black soil, and your mother has her own cotton seeds. The two of you combined, isn't it normal to give birth to such white cotton like me?"

It is well known.

Cotton seeds need to be planted in black soil to produce white cotton.

Old Underwood subconsciously covered his chest after hearing Locke's words.

He was in pain.

Even when he was arguing with others in the House of Representatives, he didn't feel this way.

But now.

He suspected that he would be pissed to death by Locke.

Locke looked at Old Underwood covering his chest, raised his eyebrows, took back the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and softened his tone slightly: "Okay, tell me your real conditions, do you really think that I have been working in the Sentinel Secret Service for nothing in the past two years?"

The same words.

Asking him to forgive Nick Fury is equivalent to backstabbing the Sentinel Secret Service, which is equivalent to giving up his political future.

Even if he agrees, Old Underwood will definitely not agree.

Because Locke is the only son in the family.

Simply put, no matter how hard Old Underwood struggles, the only one who can inherit his legacy in the end is Locke.

And an heir with a stain of political betrayal is definitely not what Old Underwood wants.

So...

The reason why Old Underwood said this is just to pave the way for the next words.

Simply put.

He said he wanted to lift the roof, but he actually wanted to open the window.

Sure enough!

Just after Locke said this, Old Underwood, who was originally covering his chest and seemed to be about to faint in the next second, immediately recovered and looked at Locke with a sharp look.

"You haven't seen Stephanie for two years."

"..."