The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Holiday time always passes quickly.

As Locke and Esme returned to New York City from Washington, they felt as if the annual long vacation was over in just two days.

Early in the morning.

Locke sent Esme, who had changed into a stewardess uniform, to Kennedy Airport.

He looked at his wife who was about to drag her suitcase into the terminal, and felt reluctant.

"Honey, can you not leave?"

"Sorry, my annual leave is over, but I promise that as long as I have time, I will come back to accompany you, honey."

Esme put down her suitcase with a smile, and then gave Locke a sweet kiss. After letting go, she smiled and added: "Of course, if you think my return does not disturb you."

Locke laughed and quickly expressed his loyalty: "Honey, you know me, in my heart, you will always be in the middle."

Esme smiled, put her right hand on Locke's chest, and looked up at Locke with eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

"Just in the middle?"

"Just say the word, it can be all yours."

"Really?"

"I promise, just say the word."

Locke looked serious, and without any hesitation, he looked at Esme and said his promise.

It seemed that as long as Esme said it, he would break up with any woman except Esme in the next second.

No matter whether he thought so or not, in a word.

Sometimes women don't need your real explanation. In fact, what they really want most of the time is your attitude.

Attitude is very important.

Esme was very satisfied with Locke's attitude, and gave him a kiss again, then retracted her gaze: "I'm leaving, be good, dear."

Locke nodded: "I will."

Esme smiled slightly, then pulled up the suitcase again, then turned around and walked into the terminal with the suitcase.

Locke stood there until his wife completely disappeared from his sight, then turned around and walked towards the black Audi A8 parked not far away.

Soon.

The engine of Audi A8 roared, and Locke drove the Audi A8 away from the airport quickly, and then rushed towards the Sentinel Special Service Building in New York.

Half an hour later.

Sentinel Special Service Building, 44th floor.

Office of the State Operations Director.

Ding!

The elevator door opened.

In the office area, the internal sentinels sitting in their positions all looked up and pricked up their ears when they heard the elevator door open.

The next second.

Wearing a well-cut black suit, the fabric is high-grade and smooth, and the smooth lines outline a strong figure. Under the lapel of the suit, the collar of the white shirt and the exquisite crimson tie can be vaguely seen. Locke walked out of the elevator.

Seeing this, everyone stood up from their seats.

"Supervisor!"

There were obviously twelve people, but the movements were uniform, and only the word "supervisor" resounded on the 44th floor.

There was no way.

On the first day of the new supervisor's appointment, they must leave a good impression on the new supervisor. What if the new supervisor thinks that they miss the old boss?

Considering that the previous director committed suicide out of fear of crime by colluding with mutants, being fired by the new director is a good choice.

What if the new director doesn't like them and directly calls them "remnants of the previous dynasty"?

They won't even have a place to cry when the time comes.

Locke, who was originally thinking about things with his eyes down, was also startled by the sudden question mark.

Then he looked up and saw the twelve sentinels standing in their seats, trying to stand up straight, smiling, and showing their spirit.

That's right.

Now they are his people too.

Locke looked for a while and smiled slightly.

"Not bad, very good, very energetic."

"Thank you, director!"

The twelve people worked together again.

"Let's work."

"Yes."

Like an earthquake, the twelve people sat down with a swish, without any drag.

Locke then turned right and walked directly to the office of the deputy director of the independent state operations director, which occupied almost one-fifth of the forty-fourth floor not far away.

Push open the door.

He saw an acquaintance.

Wearing a dark grey suit that fit her figure perfectly, Debbie, with her blonde hair tied into a high ponytail, was like a hardworking little bee, moving various things from the cardboard boxes beside her to fill her new desk.

Jack sat on a chair that had not been tidied up yet, and took a selfie with his new ID card with a proud look on his face.

"From now on, please call me Senior Special Sentinel Agent."

"..."

Jack, who had just edited the text and was about to upload it to the social network with his selfie, was suddenly stunned when he heard the voice behind him.

The next second.

He turned his head and looked.

Locke smiled and said, "Hello, Senior Special Sentinel Agent."

"Boss!"

Jack stood up with a swish, and then his complaining eyes instantly fell on Debbie, who was watching this scene with a smile.

Debbie rolled her eyes at Jack.

God can testify that she received a prompt when Locke walked into the building, reminding Jack.

But Jack turned a deaf ear and continued taking selfies, so who can be blamed?

However, Locke did not say anything. Instead, he smiled and looked at Debbie and Jack, who had been with him since he started his business in the Sentinel Secret Service: "Have you moved everything?"

Jack was about to nod.

Debbie had already taken the lead.

"Everything has been moved up. According to your preference, a wine cabinet and a bar are reserved for you in the office."

"Beautiful."

Locke glanced at his own office not far away, said, and then looked at the other two empty desks in the room: "What are these two desks for?"

Jack got ahead of Debbie this time.

"Boss, the deputy director of the state operations has two operations and information team leaders and two deputy team leaders."

"Haha."

Locke laughed when he heard it: "With you two team leaders, why do I need a deputy team leader?"

The same thing.

It's better to have fewer subordinates than to have too many.

After he received the good news of Director Andrew's promotion in Washington, he immediately promoted Jack to the deputy director of the state operations director and assistant operations team leader, and promoted Debbie to the deputy director of the state operations director and assistant information team leader.

These two positions are not official positions.

But...

These positions follow the deputy director of the state operations director.

In a word.

These two positions are the confidants of the deputy director of the state operations director.

One is responsible for internal affairs.

One is responsible for field affairs.

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Men are responsible for external affairs, women are responsible for internal affairs, and work is not tiring.

So...

What does he want two deputy team leaders for?

Jack heard this and immediately made a bitter face: "Boss, this is the affairs of a state."

Locke looked at Jack with a crying face and raised his eyebrows: "Why, can't you do it?"

Jack shook his head quickly.

"Of course not."

"What is that."

"But I'm alone."

Jack continued to make a bitter face.

He actually wanted to say that even if he was alone, he could handle it.

But the basis for saying this is that Locke, the deputy director of operations, actually performs his duties, rather than throwing all the duties to him and Debbie.

But he didn't dare to say this.

Locke looked at Debbie on the side: "Debbie, what about you?"

Debbie said expressionlessly: "Boss, I can return the apartment I rented."

Locke was slightly stunned.

"After returning the apartment, where will you live? Do you plan to live in Jack's house?"

"No."

Debbie said seriously: "If it's just me, I don't think I have time to go back to the apartment, so I plan to sleep here."

She is responsible for all the information of the entire New York State Operations Group, and she also has to be an invisible operations director to help Locke sign various documents.

But it's okay.

Time, there will always be time if you squeeze it.

Jack opened his mouth wide, looking at Debbie who was rolling to the bottom, couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and looked at Locke with horror.

Boss, although I often say that the bureau is my home, I really don't want to stay in the bureau for 24 hours.

Locke was silent after listening to Debbie's speech.

He wanted to see a joking expression on Debbie's face.

Unfortunately, there was no such expression.

Locke sighed.

"Recruit people."

"Boss is wise!"

"Boss, I can do it alone."

Debbie looked at Locke seriously, completely ignoring the expression of Jack next to her, who was grabbing his head with both hands and was about to go crazy.

Locke looked at Debbie, who was full of seriousness, and said with a smile: "You want to tire yourself to death, but I don't want you to be tired to death. Okay, recruit people."

Jack's face showed an expression of the rest of his life after the holiday.

Debbie sighed, as if she was unwilling that she could not devote herself to the work until her death.

Locke then looked at the two and said: "However, recruiting two of you, anyway, is to recruit you to share your work, you two decide, but you know my requirements."

"Understood, boss, loyal!" This is what Jack said.

"I know, pleasing to the eye." This is what Debbie said.

In summary, it is loyal and pleasing to the eye.

Locke was very satisfied with Jack's answer. As for Debbie's answer, she added: "No Xiao Hei."

Anyway, there is already a Xiao Hei in his special operations team.

One is enough, anyway, it's correct enough.

Tsk.

Thinking of this, Locke suddenly discovered another hidden advantage of Blade.

Grandpa is right.

Xiao Hei is not only cheap, but also easy to use.

Locke smiled slightly and did not continue to choose the deputy team leader. Anyway, whoever recruits is responsible.

He looked directly at Jack.

"Jack."

"Boss."

"After packing up the things, take a few people out to find out the specific circumstances of the thefts in several banks."

Locke said as he walked towards his office, intending to take a look at the wine cabinet and bar that belonged to his office.

But...

"Boss, no, there is no one."

"What?"

Locke stopped and looked at Jack, a little speechless: "What are those twelve people outside?"

Debbie answered quickly.

"Boss, the twelve people outside are internal sentinels, responsible for relaying operations throughout the state."

"Doesn't the deputy director of operations have his own direct operations team?"

"They were all taken to the mutant laboratory."

"Where did they go?"

"Do research."

Jack thought for a moment, looked at Locke, and added: "Be studied!"

Locke: "..."