The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Go as soon as you say so.

Locke saw Esme nod, and immediately stood up from the sofa and pulled Esme towards the door.

Edward, the bodyguard of Old Underwood, was standing at the door like a statue at this moment.

Edward smiled bitterly when he saw Locke go out.

“Is it such a big deal on the first day?”

“Sorry.”

Locke shrugged: “So I don’t really want to come back. You know best that Old De and I don’t get along.”

I don’t know, I don’t know anything.

Edward smiled reluctantly.

Living with the emperor is like living with a tiger.

Although Old Underwood is not the president, for Edward of the Secret Service, he is actually no different from the president.

Although neither of them will vent their anger on their subordinates at will.

But…

It is better to avoid it if possible.

This is the way to survive.

Locke didn't say much to Edward. He tried with the car key he had just taken from his mother Claire's wallet. After unlocking a red Chevrolet on the roadside, he said hello to Edward and walked towards the car with his wife Esme.

After a while.

The engine of the red Chevrolet started, carrying Locke and Esme, and drove towards the Washington Sentinel Headquarters.

Esme, sitting in the passenger seat, turned her head to look at the house that disappeared from her sight, and then looked at Locke.

"Are you sure you don't need to tell them?"

"No."

Locke shook his head and glanced at Esme: "They don't have the habit of eating lunch at home."

Whether it's old Underwood or mother Claire, these two people are actually the same kind of people.

They are the kind of people who pursue power and enjoy power, otherwise the two would not have walked together at that time.

The so-called enjoyment of power is naturally the closer to power, the better.

And this feeling, they have never enjoyed from Locke.

Uh...

Mom Claire might be okay.

Old Underwood is not good, otherwise he wouldn't call him a rebellious son.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Locke hadn't come back today and Old Underwood had something to say to him, Old Underwood would definitely not be at home, and mother Claire would probably only stay for a while to meet him, and then run out.

Parents are true love, children are just accidents.

This sentence is just an exclamation sentence for others, but for Locke in this life, it is a more appropriate adjective.

Esme was a little surprised.

"Then how did you solve the lunch before?"

"Oh, that's okay, they still remember to give me lunch money."

Locke smiled at Esme: "And I have tried most of the restaurants in Washington, and I happen to know a super authentic Chinese restaurant. I'll take you there to try it, you will definitely like it."

Locke, who had not yet settled in New York City and lived in Washington before, relied on lunch money to taste all the delicacies in Washington.

But that Chinese restaurant felt the most authentic. Unlike other Chinese restaurants, the mapo tofu was not spicy, and it was even a little sweet.

So after finding that Chinese restaurant, Locke abandoned other irrelevant Chinese restaurants.

Whenever he wanted to eat Chinese food, he would drive his mother Claire's car to the Chinese restaurant in Northwest International Plaza, which was only five minutes' walk from the Eastern Embassy, ​​just like he did now with Esme.

Soon.

Locke parked the car by the side of the road and walked out of the car with Esme. Just then, the door of the Chinese restaurant on the side of the road was pushed open, and two people with Eastern faces walked out of the restaurant while talking.

"Director Zheng, I'm sorry, they said they didn't receive a notice that you would come, so they kept you waiting."

"It's okay, I came here on a whim, all for work, and the taste here is really good."

"In the whole of Washington, the Chinese food here is the most authentic."

Two Eastern faces in suits and leather shoes walked across the street talking and laughing.

Locke didn't care.

After all, the Chinese restaurant here is right next to the Eastern Embassy, ​​and he often saw people with Eastern faces when he came here to eat.

Of course.

The experience of eating here also made Locke naturally learn very clear and authentic Eastern language.

Locke passed by the two people who were talking, while introducing the authenticity of this place to Esme, and led Esme into the restaurant.

But when he pushed the door and walked in with Esme, his heart moved and turned his head to look outside the restaurant.

One of the men in suits who had walked across the street also turned his head and looked over.

The four eyes met.

Locke and the man in suits withdrew their gazes at the same time.

Esme looked at Locke's movements: "What's wrong?"

Locke came back to his senses and smiled: "I was mistaken, I thought it was an acquaintance I saw when I ate here before."

The staff of the East Country Embassy also looked at Director Zheng Xian who looked back while talking: "Director Zheng Xian?"

Zheng Xian also came back to his senses and laughed: "This Chinese restaurant seems to be quite popular among the locals."

The staff of the East Country Embassy also laughed after hearing what Zheng Xian said.

"Yes, many locals who have been to our country and then returned do like this restaurant."

"By the way, it is said that a few years ago, the son of the whip of the House of Representatives liked to come to this restaurant to eat."

"House Whip? Francis Underwood?"

"Yes."

"His son likes Chinese food?"

"This was said by several international students who came here to study in the early years. They were in the same school as the party whip's son. But we don't know whether it is true or not, and we have not verified it."

"I see."

Hearing this, Zheng Xian nodded and no longer dwelled on the matter, but returned to the business of coming here this time: "Has Director Garner Andrew agreed to meet with us?"

Upon hearing this, the staff member looked at Zheng Xian, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Director Zheng Xian, you came at the wrong time."

Zheng Xian frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"They will have a holiday this afternoon. As far as I know, Director Andrew has already booked a flight to Norway tonight."

"...But isn't it still working time today?"

"Yes."

"..."

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Zheng Xian looked at his companion who made no movement after nodding, and raised his eyebrows.

"Then what?"

"They are on vacation today. This is their internal matter and we can't say anything."

"……grass!"

"That's why I said, if you notify me in advance, I will definitely tell you so that your trip will not be in vain."

"..."

Zheng Xian looked at the staff who smiled bitterly and fell into silence.

The next second.

"Forget it, no more going to the Sentinel Secret Service."

"You want to go back to China? I'll give you an..."

"Go to Sanfei Decoration and meet Commander SHIELD."

He came here with a mission this time. He couldn't just go back to the country just because the federation was on holiday.

The Federation has a holiday, but they, the Eastern Kingdom, don’t have a holiday.

The words are divided into two parts.

Early one o'clock in the afternoon.

After enjoying a perfect Chinese meal, Locke took Esme and drove to the Sentinel Secret Service headquarters in Washington.

The sentry at the door looked at the stopped red Chevrolet and walked over.

"Sir, please show me your ID."

"Give."

Locke, who lowered the window, handed over the brand new ID he had just ordered this month.

The sentry took the certificate and didn't take it seriously at first, but after seeing the contents of the certificate, he subconsciously stood up straight and looked up at Locke who was sitting in the car.

The next second.

The sentry said wait a moment, and then quickly returned to the security room. After a while, the sentry almost jogged to the car, handed the ID to Locke with both hands: "Sir, your ID."

Locke took the certificate, said thank you, then raised the window and drove into the parking lot of the eighty-five-story Sentinel Building in front of him.

Just when the car passed the safety line, there was a ding sound and the warning light at the top of the safety line came on.

Normally, when this warning light comes on, there is only one possibility.

Mutants!

but……

"Shet, Mullen, tell the people in the maintenance department that the warning light is broken again." The sentry who watched Locke drive in cursed and shouted to another person in the security room.

The window of the security house opened, and another sentry stuck his head out: "No way, it was just repaired yesterday, why is it broken again?"

The sentry came back and looked at his companion: "Either the detector is broken, or the deputy director of New York City Sentinel operations just now or the female companion next to him is a mutant, Mullen, which one do you think it is?" ?”

Mullen was stunned for a moment, then looked at the sentry with a serious face: "The detector must be broken."

The sentry nodded in approval: "I guess the detector is broken."

The lower levels of the federation, especially those working in Washington, all have the same purpose.

Don’t seek to be useful, but seek to be blameless.

Either the detector was broken, or they were accusing the deputy director of operations at the precinct of being a suspected mutant.

If you guess correctly, it will indeed be a great achievement.

But what if you guess wrong?

There is a price to pay for unfounded accusations against a powerful boss.

And such a price is not something they can afford.

A word from the boss is enough to destroy their family.

not to mention……

They are Sentinels working at the Sentinel headquarters in Washington, and they are much more aware of the existence of the Sentinel Investigation Bureau than the local Sentinels.

What destroys mutants to protect humanity.

This is just to fool the fool.

but……

The same situation happened in the lobby on the first floor of the Sentinel headquarters.

Locke glanced at the detector that started flashing after he walked in. He looked speechlessly at the sentry who stood up from his seat after seeing the detector light up and smiled: "I thought the detector at the headquarters was better than ours." The quality of the detectors at the branch is better.”

The sentry smiled awkwardly and returned the certificate to Locke: "Sorry, sir, this simple detector often breaks down. I will call the sentry from the maintenance department to come over and repair it. Director Andrew is already waiting for you in the office."

Hearing this, Locke shook his head, took back his ID, and then smiled slightly at Esme beside him.

"Come on, honey."

"Um."

"..."