The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

The puzzle bar is located on 75th Street, just below an apartment building.

When Locke and Brown walked into the bar, there were already many customers in this bar, which was not too big but not too small either.

As soon as the two of them came in, they saw the bar owner Karl behind the bar, chatting animatedly with a pair of blond sisters.

However, the two of them did not bother Karl who was picking up girls. Instead, after looking around, they found an empty booth and sat down.

"Bourbon."

"Vodka."

"Okay, wait a minute, you two."

The waitress said with a smile, and after a while, she brought the drinks they needed.

"cheers."

"Cheers, congratulations on our survival."

"bite."

Locke and Brown clinked glasses, and after taking a sip of the bourbon in the glass, he teased Brown: "What, you wanted to die before, but now you don't want to die anymore?"

You must know that before tonight, Brown's mantra, in addition to destroying mutants in the world, was to die early and go to hell to reunite with his wife.

What's going on?

Don’t you want to die now?

After Brown drank all the vodka in his glass, he listened to Locke's words, put down the glass, and looked at Locke: "It's worth dying on the road to exterminate mutants, and dying at the hands of vampires inexplicably. This Not worth it.”

Locke raised his eyebrows and laughed dumbly.

"All right."

"but……"

Brown changed the topic, poured himself another glass of wine, looked at Locke, and said with some curiosity: "What happened after we were unconscious? From the look of the blade, it seems that Dickon was not killed by him. Also, the transformation Are you sure the one in ashes is Dickon? I don't remember there should be two vampires in the hangar, where is the other vampire?"

Locke looked at Brown who raised so many questions and shook his head speechlessly.

"You ask me, who am I asking? I'm in a coma just like you."

"...That's right."

Brown nodded, and then seemed to think of something. His eyes fell on Locke's new suit jacket: "So, how come your clothes are torn and you don't have any impression?"

Locke shook his head: "No."

Be concise and to the point.

In this incident, no matter who asked him, even if he took a lie detector test, he would keep this answer unchanged.

Like Brown, he fainted under Dickon's screaming attack and didn't wake up until Debbie arrived with the emergency combat team.

It's the same no matter who you ask.

Locke thought to himself, then raised his glass to Brown again and smiled: "Maybe it was the blade that did it."

Brown was slightly startled.

"Then he..."

"I guess I'm afraid of trouble."

"He, a professional vampire hunter, is afraid of trouble?"

"Who knows."

Locke shrugged, and just when he was about to continue talking nonsense, he glanced at the door of the bar and raised his eyebrows.

Brown looked at Locke and turned his head towards the door of the bar.

Enter the eyes.

A beautiful woman in black with long flaming red hair and exuding the aura of a widow appeared at the door.

Brown recognized the person and looked at Locke: "It's her. Did you find her so quickly?"

Locke looked at the black widow who appeared at the door and was a little curious.

If he hadn't been so sure, he might have doubted whether Natasha had installed a positioning tracker on him somewhere.

but……

He seemed to have missed the point.

Just when Natasha walked in and noticed Locke and Brown, and her expression was slightly startled, a voice sounded from the booth next to Locke's booth.

"Nasha, this way."

"..."

Natasha followed the sound, regained her expression as she had just entered the room, showed a smile, ignored Locke and Brown, and walked straight to the booth next to her.

"Robin."

"Let me introduce you, this is Ted, Barney, these two are Matthew and Lily."

"Hello, Ted Mosby."

"Matthew."

"Lily, we have one more person in our small team, just in time."

"Beauty, my name is..."

"Shut up."

"..."

Locke and Brown couldn't help but look at each other as they listened to the chatter coming from the booth next door.

What's going on?

Locke blinked.

Nasha?

Not Natasha.

Just then.

Brown took out his phone, pretended to tie his shoelaces, and took a photo of the booth next door. After sitting back down, he took a look at the photo and then handed the phone to Locke.

Locke took the phone.

In the photo, there are three men and three women.

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There are three men, one of whom is fatter in casual clothes, the other is thinner in a suit and tie like Locke, and the last one is also in casual clothes, but neither fat nor thin.

As for the three women.

A petite and cute type who looks a bit like a couple with a fat man.

The other one is Natasha, who was just called Nasha.

As for the last one.

This is……

The Honorable Maria Hill, Deputy Director and Senior Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

etc.

He just seemed to hear the name of Natasha's first greeting.

Robin?

"hiss!"

"A team of female SHIELD agents came to New York City under aliases to experience the life of ordinary people?"

Locke seemed to have thought of something and raised his eyebrows.

Just then.

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

"..."

Locke came back to his senses, felt something, and looked up in the direction of the bathroom.

Natasha, who left the next booth and walked to the corner of the bathroom without looking back, turned around, met Locke's gaze, smiled with the corners of her mouth raised, and then slowly walked to the bathroom.

Locke received the message and said to Brown next to him: "I'm going to the bathroom."

Brown's mouth twitched a few times, looking at Locke who was about to get up, lowered his voice: "Are you sure you want to go? If I remember correctly, Esme seems to be back tomorrow."

He is not a fool.

Ever since Locke came to the company with Natasha a month ago, and then came into the office and announced the cooperation when he came out, he knew that there was something wrong with the two of them.

Brown was too lazy to care about this matter.

After all, this is a personal matter.

But at least you should hide a little, and I stand on the side of your legitimate wife Esme.

Locke looked at Brown, a little curious: "Esme will come tomorrow, I know, I told you this, what's wrong?"

Brown looked at Locke who didn't know why he asked this, and took a deep breath: "Do you think this is appropriate?"

Locke raised his eyebrows.

His expression suddenly understood.

"Oh..."

"Huh."

Brown breathed a sigh of relief.

He really didn't want to see Locke's harem on fire, but not out of worry, but because if Locke's harem caught fire, it would easily affect their group's action to capture mutants.

But he seemed to be too happy too early.

Locke raised his eyebrows and patted Brown on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, do you know my second nickname?"

"What?"

"Langlilong!"

"..."