The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Half an hour later.

Brown drove the Ford SUV to the door of the apartment building where Locke rented.

Locke opened the car door and said goodbye to Brown who lowered the window: "Good night, Brown."

Brown shook his head: "I will go back to the bureau directly and pour out the data. When you come tomorrow morning, we will start the action."

Locke thought about it and nodded.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

Others are so active, it is not easy for him to discourage others.

Brown smiled, started the car directly, and then drove towards the direction of the Sentinel Special Service Building.

Locke watched Brown's car drive away from the block, then turned around, put his hands in his pockets, and walked into the apartment building.

Eighteenth floor.

Ding!

Locke walked out of the elevator, took out the key from his pocket, and when he opened his door, he checked the time.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Usually at this time, he would have fallen asleep.

But now he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Let alone sleepiness, Locke felt energetic.

After he merged with the vampire's gene and upgraded from E-level to B-level, turning himself into the darling of the night, he seemed to be insulated from sleeping.

Not bad.

I don't need to sleep. Rounding it off, my day has eight more hours than others.

Locke, who was standing at the bar in the living room, drank the bourbon in the glass and thought happily in his heart.

"Huh?"

Locke, who drank a glass of wine, was suddenly stunned. He looked at the empty glass in his hand and blinked.

He turned around and took out a bottle of bourbon that he bought in the supermarket some time ago from the wine cabinet.

Open.

Pour the wine.

Drink it all.

But...

It doesn't feel right.

Locke looked at the bourbon that had just been opened, and then looked at the bottle of Thunder Bourbon that had been drunk and raised his eyebrows.

The next second.

He opened the cabinet under the wine cabinet and took out a new bottle of Thunder Bourbon from it.

Bourbon is also different from bourbon.

Thunder Bourbon is undoubtedly the absolute king of Bourbon.

Let's put it this way.

Even if it was just produced last month, the price of one bottle of Thunder Bourbon is equivalent to the rent of his current apartment for two years.

Locke can't afford such expensive wine.

He took this wine from his father's wine cabinet when he returned to New York City from home last Christmas.

Locke opened a bottle of Thunder Bourbon again and drank it all.

Instantly.

A warmth came from his body.

"Sure enough."

"It's not an illusion."

Locke raised his eyebrows, feeling his body warming up again, poured out a glass of bourbon again, and drank it all.

A glass of wine went down his throat.

A warm current came from himself.

Not long after, Locke clearly felt that his body, which had been cold since the fusion of vampire genes, was warming up again.

"Hiss."

"Does Thunder Bourbon have this effect?"

After confirming that it was correct, Locke took a breath of cold air and blinked at the Thunder Bourbon placed aside.

He remembered that there were two boxes of Thunder Bourbon sent by others at home in Washington.

Call my mother tomorrow and ask her to send it to me?

While thinking, Locke poured himself another glass and drank it all.

After three glasses of wine went down his throat, he could feel that his body temperature seemed to have recovered.

Just then.

There was a knock on the door.

Locke put the Thunder Bourbon into the wine cabinet, took out a new glass and placed it opposite the bar, then turned around and walked to the door of the apartment.

Open the door.

Come into the eyes.

A black tights, the clothes tightly fit the curvy figure, and the fiery red long hair draped over the shoulders.

Natasha smiled at Locke who opened the door.

"Long time no see, Locke."

"Not long, not counting today, it's only been ninety-three days since we last met."

Locke said with a smile and opened the door.

I mentioned it before.

His first choice of supernatural creatures was vampires, and he also tried to find traces of vampires through SHIELD.

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In the process, the person he found was the famous Black Widow, Natasha Romanov.

He originally wanted to get clues about vampires in New York City from Natasha.

But to no avail.

Locke didn't care and maintained a good friend relationship with Natasha who went on business trips to New York City from time to time.

However, there was something going on at home half a year ago. After he got married, Natasha cut off contact after knowing that he got married.

Locke waited until Natasha entered the apartment, closed the door, and walked towards the bar.

"Want a drink?"

"Sure."

Natasha looked at the layout of the apartment, then looked at Locke pouring wine at the bar, and sat on the high stool: "I feel like there's nothing changed here."

Locke handed the poured bourbon to Natasha: "It's just a rented apartment, what can change."

"I don't know." Natasha shrugged, then said: "Where are the wedding photos? By the way, I haven't seen what your new wife looks like yet."

Locke picked up the glass and clinked it with Natasha. After drinking the wine in the glass, he looked at Natasha with a smile: "Are you sure you don't know?"

He was untrustworthy.

Locke dared to guarantee that Natasha must have checked the information of his wife Esme after knowing that he was married.

Natasha met Locke's eyes and smiled, but did not comment on it.

"Didn't you say you wouldn't get married?"

"My father forced me to do it."

Locke answered Natasha in the same way as he answered Brown. After refilling Natasha's wine, he raised the wine glass in his hand again: "You work in Washington, you should know."

Natasha nodded: "I do know a little."

The surname Underwood may not mean anything in New York City.

But in Washington, this surname is very important.

After three rounds of drinks.

Natasha gathered the red hair scattered around her ears, turned her face sideways, and looked at Locke who was standing opposite, with his arms on the bar and smiling at her: "That's not a mutant, it's a vampire, our informant."

Locke shrugged.

"I know."

"Then..."

"Five of my people died. If I give up this case, people will lose confidence."

"Just because of this?"

"Of course."

Locke looked at Natasha with a smile: "What else could it be?"

Natasha also smiled, lifted her long red hair, and changed the subject: "It's getting late, I should go."

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked at Natasha who said she was leaving but had no intention of getting up, and smiled: "Don't you want to stay overnight?"

Natasha looked at Locke with her amber eyes flashing, and the corners of her mouth rose.

"You're married."

"I know."

Locke nodded, and then changed the subject: "She's a flight attendant."

Natasha looked at Locke and raised her eyebrows.

Locke smiled at Natasha.

The next second.

The two people across the bar moved at the same time.

The thunder and fire from the sky!

Thunder and fire refine real gold!

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