The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Ghana Andrew, as the director of the Federal Sentinel Secret Service.

His office is naturally on the 85th floor, which is the most powerful in the entire Sentinel Secret Service Building.

Occupying one-third of the 85th floor, the huge bulletproof floor-to-ceiling windows, standing by the window, it seems to embrace most of Washington.

Even as the Sentinel Secret Service Building built later, its building height is enough to overlook the SHIELD headquarters, which is less than ten kilometers away.

"Here."

"Thank you."

Esme, who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looking at the scenery outside, came back to her senses and turned her head to look at Locke who was walking over with two glasses of bourbon.

After Esme took one of the glasses, she looked at Locke, who had treated Director Andrew's office as her own, and said, "Are you sure it's okay for you to touch your director's wine?"

Locke took a sip of the wine in the glass, looked at Esme, and said with a smile, "I think, based on my current achievements, he won't be angry if I move his wine cabinet home."

Since its establishment, the Sentinel Secret Service has dreamed of expanding its authority.

What was the result?

Until Locke appeared, it had never succeeded once.

And he only made a slight move, and the Sentinel Secret Service got what it wanted.

No doubt.

He is a hero.

A great hero.

Just as Locke finished speaking, laughter came in with the door.

Director Garner Andrew, who was about the same age as Old Underwood, and even had a similar aura to Old Underwood, but looked more easy-going than Old Underwood, who was kind-hearted but evil-hearted, just heard Locke's words when he pushed the door open, walked in with a smile and said, "If you hadn't sold this secret to the second company, yes, you could move all the wine in my office back."

Locke smiled and turned around: "But I was following orders, wasn't I?"

He gave the video to Maria Hill, which was indeed a bad operation, but from a procedural point of view, no one could find fault with it.

After all, the conditions with Maria Hill were negotiated by the bureau, and Locke had not received any orders in advance to exclude this video.

So...

Locke shrugged and added: "Director, you know me, I am the most law-abiding."

Director Andrew put the documents in his hand aside, looked at Locke, and said with appreciation in his eyes: "Yes, that's why I promoted you to Deputy Director of Operations in New York State."

Locke was slightly stunned: "New York State?"

Good guy.

Was it wrong?

Or did you promote me again?

Director Andrew looked at Locke's expression and smiled: "Why, don't you want to?"

Locke shook his head quickly.

"No, Director, I remember that the Deputy Director of Operations in New York State was Deputy Director Jonathan, right?"

"He died."

"Ah!"

Locke was shocked when he heard this: "When did it happen?"

He remembered seeing Jonathan when he got off work yesterday, how come he was gone after one night?

Director Andrew took out the bottle of bourbon that Locke had just opened from the wine cabinet, poured himself a glass, and then took a sip. He looked at Locke who was looking at him eagerly for an answer, and shook his head and said, "Killed by the Sentinel."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "Sentinel?"

Esme, who was standing by, was curious when she heard the name: "What is a Sentinel?"

Director Andrew then noticed Esme next to Locke, smiled, and looked at Locke: "This should be the legendary Mrs. Esme Underwood."

Esme shook hands with Director Andrew gracefully, and then looked at Locke curiously again: "The legendary one?"

Locke shrugged and did not answer.

Director Andrew smiled at Esme and explained: "It's not the legendary one. You have to know that when this guy was in Washington, he shouted that he didn't need love and just wanted to work hard."

Esme smiled and looked at Locke again.

Locke shrugged again.

If he hadn't said that back then, those people would have dared to drag him, who was underage, to the island to have fun.

Although Locke also yearns for the mystery of that island.

But...

A gentleman can do what he wants and not do what he wants.

But he can't manage others, and he has no interest in managing others. He can only manage himself.

Locke thought in his heart, and then changed the subject and explained to Esme the sentinel in Director Andrew's words just now.

The so-called sentinel agent is different from the sentinel agent.

Simply put.

The sentinel is external, while the sentinel is internal.

The sentinel agent, to put it simply, is the internal affairs department of the Sentinel Secret Service.

In a word.

The sentinel specializes in investigating its own people.

And the sentinel was not established by the Sentinel Secret Service, but by the military partner Colonel William Stryker.

Just?

After Locke, Esme and Director Andrew sat down on the sofa in the reception room, they expressed their doubts.

"What did Jonathan do to be targeted by the sentinels?"

"Do you remember the attack on the two action leaders in New York City some time ago?"

"Yes."

Locke nodded.

This is why he chose to absorb the vampire's ability after seeing it.

He didn't want to die halfway through his business.

Although the vampire's ability at that time had many flaws, it could at least ensure that he had a little self-protection ability.

As a result, after he absorbed it, he did not encounter mutant attacks, but instead just arrived with vampires.

When Locke heard Director Andrew talking about this matter, he seemed to think of something.

"Jonathan did it?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"His wife Mace!"

"Uh..."

"His wife Mace is a mutant."

"What!"

Also a mutant?

Good guy.

Locke was shocked.

Esme, who was standing by, also showed a surprised expression on her face when she heard the news.

Director Andrew sighed.

"After the incident in New York City, Colonel William Stryker's sentinels have already begun a secret investigation."

"The results are out."

"Last night, after the sentinels raided Jonathan's house, Jonathan also confessed."

"Those people were killed by Jonathan's wife, Mace."

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"The reason? Mace and her brother are mutants. After awakening, her brother died on the spot to protect Mace because he resisted our arrest. Later, Mace came to New York City and met Jonathan."

"Mace seduced Jonathan. The information and residences of those people were all given by Jonathan."

"...Tsk tsk."

After listening to Andrew's story, Locke shook his head twice and sighed.

"And then Jonathan was killed by the sentinels?"

"No."

"The one who killed him was Mace."

"...Hiss!"

Locke was stunned at first, and after reacting, he took a breath and looked at Director Andrew.

"Why?"

"Maybe she was afraid of revealing other hidden mutants. After killing Jonathan, she also committed suicide."

"...Didn't she bring the X-energy suppressor?"

"Yes."

Director Andrew said so, then shook his head and said, "She killed Jonathan with a pistol, and then committed suicide by swallowing the gun."

Locke opened his mouth and sighed, "Too careless."

"Hmm... Hmm?" Director Andrew, who was about to nod in approval, widened his eyes and looked at Locke.

Locke met Director Andrew's gaze and said seriously, "These mutants are so hateful."

Knowing that they can't beat their Sentinel Secret Service head-on, they like to use these little tricks to seduce and corrupt their strong-willed Sentinel warriors.

It's so hateful.

Locke was afraid that Director Andrew would not believe him, so he paused, and then, under Esme's gaze, he stood up from the sofa with a bang.

"Director, don't worry. I have no mutual respect for mutants!"

"Very good, very spirited."

Director Andrew looked at Locke with great appreciation, and looked at Locke with an approving expression: "It's no wonder that I promoted you to the deputy director of the New York State Operations Director. However, whether you can keep your position as the State Operations Director depends on your next actions."

Hearing this, Locke sat back on the sofa, manually closed Esme's small mouth that seemed to be a little unable to close, and then looked at Director Andrew.

"What action?"

"Find out the members of the mutant freedom organization lurking in New York State, destroy them, and you can remove the word "agent". Do you have confidence?"

"No!"

"I have confidence...what did you say?"

Director Andrew widened his eyes again and looked at Locke.

Locke didn't feel any hesitation at all, and glanced at Director Andrew: "Director, the State Operations Director has been infiltrated by mutants. Who knows if others have been infiltrated. I have to make necessary adjustments internally after I take office."

Director Andrew thought about it and it was right.

"How long will it take you?"

"One year."

Locke gave a preparation time without thinking.

Director Andrew's face turned black: "Then you should be the New York City Operations Director. I will find someone else to be the State Operations Director."

"Okay."

Locke accepted Director Andrew's proposal.

Director Andrew looked at Locke with an indifferent expression and was speechless again.

"Don't you want to be the State Operations Director?"

"Yes."

"Then..."

"You have a mission requirement, and I definitely can't complete it quickly."

"The time can be negotiated."

"Didn't you just say it's impossible?"

"One year is definitely not enough."

Director Andrew looked at Locke with a dark face: "New York State has now not only obtained jurisdiction over vampires but also other supernatural creatures, so New York State must find and clean up the mutants of the Mutant Freedom Alliance hidden in the dark as quickly as possible."

In this way, they can free up their hands to do things with other supernatural creatures and continue to expand their influence.

Of course Locke knew about this.

But...

"I need time."

"One year is definitely not enough."

"Then..."

Locke frowned, thinking seriously, then sighed and looked at Director Andrew: "Half a year will be enough."

Director Andrew frowned.

Locke saw this and spread his hands.

"I need to clean up the internal problems, which will take some time. If you don't even give me half a year, then find someone else. I can't do it anyway."

"..."