The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Half an hour later.

The red Chevrolet returned to the door of the house in Washington.

Edward, who was standing at the door like a statue, watched Locke and Esme get out of the car with normal expressions.

His qualities as a professional agent of the Secret Service told him.

These two people are completely different from their normal expressions.

But his professional qualities also told him.

Don't ask, don't say, don't care.

Edward greeted with a smile: "Are you back?"

Locke hummed, nodded to Edward, and asked curiously: "Why don't you go in and sit down?"

Edward said: "I like to be colder. Being calm can give me more time to think about problems."

Locke smiled and asked:

"What's the problem?"

"Why did I choose to join the Secret Service at that time."

Edward said faintly.

Joining the Secret Service is a perfect and high-end job in the eyes of most people in the federation.

After all, as a Secret Service agent, especially an agent like them who is sent out for security, they all know the dignitaries in Washington.

In the future, I will encounter some problems that I can't solve myself, but in the eyes of the powerful, it may be just a matter of a phone call.

That's what Edward thought at the time.

Then...

He found that he was still thinking too simply at the time.

Once you enter Washington, it's like a deep sea, and moral integrity is a passerby from then on.

In a word.

Dirty!

It's so damn dirty.

The only thing Edward can guarantee now is to keep himself out of it, otherwise, he doesn't know whether he can live to the day of a stable retirement, but he will definitely die inexplicably one day.

Locke heard the hidden meaning of Edward's words and smiled and gave a solution: "You can come to my Sentinel Secret Service."

The sudden promotion caught Locke off guard.

If it was just the head of the Sentinel Operations in New York City, he could still handle it, but he was very short of manpower for the head of operations in a state.

Especially the kind of manpower that knows everything about him.

Edward meets this condition very well.

But...

"Sentinel Secret Service?"

"Yes."

"Sorry."

Edward shook his head and looked at Locke: "My sister is a mutant. I think it would be difficult for me to join the Sentinel Secret Service."

Locke smiled and said, "You sound like you are the only one who knows mutants."

Edward still shook his head.

"Sorry, I think if I join the Sentinel Secret Service, my sister will definitely break off relations with me."

"That's right, but you're always welcome."

"Thank you."

Locke didn't force it. After talking to Edward at the door for a few words, he took Esme back to the house.

Esme looked at Locke curiously.

"Is Edward's sister a mutant?"

"Yes, Edward showed me a photo of her. She's a very cute girl."

"Then his sister is..."

"Are you asking if she's dead? No, she's still alive and well. I remember seeing Edward's sister when I came back last year."

Edward's sister is said to be a bunny girl.

The literal one.

This function is useless to him.

If he could turn into an ape, he would consider it, but turning into a rabbit?

Forget it.

There is no shortage of rabbit men in Washington.

Locke thought to himself, and then saw his beloved wife's surprised expression.

"Are you surprised?"

"A little bit, I thought..."

"This is Washington, dear."

Locke took off his fur coat, and while talking, he walked behind his wife to help her take off the fur coat: "Also, I told you that except for a small number of people, the Sentinel Secret Service, at least the authorities never care about mutants, but governing mutants can make their power greater."

The same sentence.

If the mainstream of society sympathizes with mutants, the senior officials of the Sentinel Secret Service will not mind changing their purpose.

From eliminating mutants to protecting mutants.

As for Edward's sister.

Edward is the security guard of the party whip, and the Sentinels in Washington will naturally not take the initiative to arrest Edward's sister.

Just like when Locke went to the Sentinel headquarters in Washington, the two Sentinels would rather suspect that the detector was broken than to suspect that Locke was a mutant.

It's just a job to make money, a few dollars, not worth risking your life.

So, as long as Edward's sister doesn't take the initiative to expose herself, no Sentinel is willing to arrest the sister of a Secret Service agent who protects the party whip.

Besides.

Mutant genes are mutations, which are uncontrollable. Who knows if your family or your children will mutate into mutants.

So...

It's for your own good, and for my own good.

Esme smiled and shook her head. Just when she was about to speak, she suddenly thought of what Locke had just said.

"When did you have a mutant sister?"

"Ah."

"You just said it."

"Oh."

Locke raised his eyebrows, hung their coats aside, and then said casually: "I just said it casually, isn't this to reduce the distance between the two of us?"

Esme raised her eyebrows.

"Is this what you said about never lying?"

"Hehe."

Locke was stunned for a moment, then looked at Esme and said with a smile: "Dear, I mean, I never lie about love. You see, I am very honest with you. If you ask me, I will tell you. "

Esme nodded and smiled.

Locke looked at Esme's smile and felt relieved.

The incident in the small cave was finally over.

but……

The next second.

"I kind of know why Stephanie is obsessed with you."

Esme's smile suddenly bloomed, and she looked at Locke with a smile on her lips: "Little Cave, I miss you."

Locke's mouth twitched: "This is just a nickname. If you want, you can call me Little Cave."

Esme raised her eyebrows, about to speak.

Just then.

Mom Claire walked over from the living room after hearing the sound and looked at Locke: "What a small cave."

Locke looked at his mother Claire who came out, curious: "Didn't you go to the company?"

Claire looked at Locke, then at Esme, and then looked at Locke.

"I wanted to go."

"Then……"

"I just got a call from Stephanie."

"Well."

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Locke was stunned when he heard this.

Claire ignored Locke and looked at Esme: "Do you know about Stephanie's relationship with him?"

Locke saw this and was about to speak.

"mom……"

"Shut up."

Mom Claire spoke directly, then looked at Esme and extended an invitation: "Go and see the garden I take care of?"

Esme nodded with a smile and accepted the invitation: "Okay."

Said.

Esme gave Locke a reassuring look, and then followed her mother Claire towards the back garden.

Locke frowned, looked at the leaving mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, thought for a while, looked up to the second floor, then followed the stairs and entered the study again.

Enter the eyes.

Underwood Sr. was opening the window to the escape stairway and smoking a cigarette.

In the smoke, one could vaguely see that one cheek of Old Underwood was slightly red.

Good guy.

Mom is taking action.

Locke thought to himself and walked into the study.

Old Underwood, who was smoking, glanced at Locke and threw the cigarette aside to Locke.

Locke took it and took out a cigarette.

He was just about to light it.

"Your mother said you are not allowed to smoke in the room."

"..."

Locke looked at Old Underwood sitting on the window and said nothing.

Underwood Sr. moved to make room for the other half.

"Come here."

"..."

Locke was silent for a while, walked over, then turned to face the study, jumped a little, and followed old Underwood's example and sat by the window.

After a while.

Locke blew out a smoke ring and glanced at Old Underwood: "Why, before you told me, you didn't report to my mother in advance. Are you planning to find a mistress for me?"

God is my witness.

He thought Old Underwood had told his mother Claire about Stephanie.

after all……

This is a big deal. Old Underwood can't get past his mother, so just tell him directly.

result!

It seems that Old Underwood really didn't tell his mother Claire in advance.

"hiss!"

"You are really brave."

Locke looked at Old Underwood with admiration.

Old Underwood's eyes twitched and he took a puff of cigarette silently without speaking.

He really didn't say it.

but……

He felt there was absolutely no need to talk about it.

Because from a practical point of view, the matter between Locke and Stephanie is a good thing for a couple whose like-mindedness is greater than love.

Anyway, Locke is a boy. No matter what happens in this matter, Locke will not suffer any loss, but will only gain blood.

So Underwood Sr. always felt that his wife Claire would support him even if he didn't say anything.

only.

Theory and operation seem to be two different things.

After he said that it was a good thing that Locke and Stephanie had become friends, Claire slapped him directly.

Obviously I can do it myself, why can't it be my son's turn.

What's more, there was already one traitor outside, so it wouldn't be a big deal if there was one more.

Old Underwood didn't understand.

Locke glanced at the confusion flashing through Old Underwood, who always seemed confident at all times, and smiled inwardly.

"Don't understand?"

"..."

Underwood Sr. glanced at Locke.

"You know?"

"certainly."

You're right if you don't understand.

Who asked you to plot and plot again and again, but in the end, you ended up plotting against your own son.

Women are weak by nature, but mothers are strong.

It's not that Old Underwood doesn't understand this truth, it's just that Old Underwood is too chauvinistic and he doesn't want to understand it.

Would Mom Claire not want Locke to have other women outside?

How is it possible?

The reason for Claire's anger is simple.

Underwood Sr. didn't even tell her, even though it was her son's fault.

Although Locke is also Underwood Sr.'s son.

but……

Locke was born through Claire's ten-month pregnancy and hard work.

That’s because Old Underwood didn’t tell Mom Claire about Nick Fury.

Otherwise…

Mom Claire would be even more furious!

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