The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

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"bite!"

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"bite! 』

"Obtain extraordinary points: "10""

"Current extraordinary points: "301""

"hiss!"

"This speed..."

"I really didn't see the wrong person."

Early the next morning, Locke walked out of the bedroom holding his waist and listened to the sound of extraordinary points being received one after another in his mind, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

moment.

My waist is no longer sore and my legs no longer hurt.

Before he let Quinn go last night, he formed a team with Quinn on a temporary basis.

To be precise, he threatened Quinn to form a team.

Dickon could have been killed by a blade.

But it could also have been Quen who killed him.

If Quinn doesn't want to cause chaos among the vampires in New York City, then the Sentinel Secret Service will issue an announcement saying that their ability to kill Dickon depends on the information provided by Quinn.

Of course Locke knew that once Quinn ran away, it would be impossible for him to be obedient.

But, so what?

He didn't expect Quinn to be obedient either.

After all, an obedient chess piece would not have any ambition to awaken the Blood God.

so……

Lowe's Rule 6: If you want to take something, you must first give it!

In any case, for now, the benefits of letting Quinn go are far greater than those of killing Quinn last night.

Look, just one night has passed, and there have already been dozens of extraordinary point gains.

This deal is a very good deal.

As for the fact that after letting Quinn go, he would not only find a way to kill Blade, but he would even find a way to kill him?

Oh.

Rockefeller Rule 4: Believe in the wisdom of future generations.

The troubles in the future will be Locke’s business in the future and have nothing to do with Locke now.

Locke thought to himself as he finished his first glass of bourbon in the morning, then turned around and looked in the direction of the bedroom.

Esme's face was rosy and shiny, and she walked out wearing a white long T, white jeans and knee-high boots with a hint of seductiveness.

She tilted her head, looked at Locke on the other side of the bar, adjusted her earrings, and then said with a smile: "I'm fine, let's go."

Locke threw the wine glass in his hand into the sink, nodded, and walked towards the door of the apartment.

Esme followed closely behind.

"Which one should I go to first?"

"The one near the Brooklyn Bridge?"

"Alright."

Originally, Esme thought that Locke's talk about buying a house yesterday was just talk.

Unexpectedly, Locke was urged to set off before dawn.

But it seems to be a very good thing to have a house that belongs to two people.

How nice.

She never thought that she would get married one day.

Esme thought to herself, took Locke's arm, and walked out of the apartment behind them.

At noon.

The happy expression disappeared from Esme's face.

I have to say that reading information and conducting field visits are completely two different things.

The two of them walked out of the third house they were looking at. They didn't bother to look at the surrounding scenery and got in the car directly.

"Let's look at Manhattan."

"Um."

Locke started the car again, a little speechless.

In fact, the three houses in Brooklyn he was looking for yesterday were indeed of high quality and low price, and their basic conditions were exactly the same as those found during the on-site inspection.

But the damn agent probably didn’t tell the community where these three houses were located.

All-African-American community.

Good guy.

He and Esme, two fair-skinned people, went to settle in the African-American community. Let's not talk about other things, but he was not willing to talk about Esme's reason.

No wonder these three houses are selling for so cheap.

really.

Expensive ones may not necessarily have good products, but cheap ones are certainly not expensive.

Locke shook his head, looked at his wife in the passenger seat, thought for a while and said, "Then let me transfer the money to the joint account first."

Esme looked sideways at Locke.

"No problem?"

"Um?"

"That one million."

Esme said curiously: "Didn't you say that one million is extra money?"

Locke smiled and said: "As long as you pay taxes normally, the tax bureau won't care where your money comes from."

Esme nodded.

"Please wait until after the 10th of next month to transfer in."

"Why?"

"I have already prepared the family tax return for this quarter. If you transfer it, I will have to revise it again, and I will probably have to pay back taxes."

"That makes sense."

Locke suddenly understood and nodded.

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In the federal government, filing taxes is a very troublesome matter.

One sentence.

If you know how to file taxes, you can save a lot of money for your family.

Because the Federation is not like the Eastern Kingdom where you have to pay taxes as long as you have income. The Federation recognizes your tax avoidance operations.

Of course, it has to be legal.

so……

How to legally avoid taxes is a skill that families who cannot afford or are unwilling to hire an accounting firm must learn.

Locke understood that a family with a good wife can be prosperous for three generations.

His wife Esme is a good wife.

Because last quarter was the first time in his history that he got back money from the tax bureau.

Although the money is not much, this is the first time.

Even his mother Claire in this life has never mentioned tax refund during various operations during the tax filing period.

Locke's mind flashed with the image of his mother wearing glasses and looking at the bill. He smiled knowingly and looked at his wife Esme: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Esme hummed and glanced at the scenery outside the car window: "Where are we going now? Home?"

Locke smiled and said: "Where do you want to go, Fifth Avenue shopping?"

Esme shook her head: "No fun, I might as well go to Paris if I want to go shopping."

As a United Airlines flight attendant, Esme has the benefit of being able to take any flight for free every year.

Of course, Locke, as a family member, also has this benefit.

But it's only twice a year.

Locke has never used it once.

Don't ask why.

It's just unsafe!

"How about going to the Sentinel Secret Service?"

"Go to the bureau?"

Locke came back to his senses and looked at Esme with some curiosity.

Esme shrugged and said: "But let's go home first. I brought some gifts for Debbie, Jack and Brown. I haven't seen them for a long time."

Look.

What is a good wife.

This is it.

Isn't his mother in this life like this? During the holidays, his mother had already prepared various small gifts for his father's subordinates.

Locke blinked.

"Dear."

"Hmm?"

"I feel that the most correct thing I did was to marry you."

"Then don't lose me."

"Haha."

Locke laughed.

Lose?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

How could he lose such a beautiful and elegant wife who has the demeanor of a big wife and is even a good helper?

It doesn't exist.

Locke looked at Esme with a serious face: "I lost myself, and I won't lose you."

Esme tilted her head and looked at Locke sideways, with a beautiful smile on her lips.

"I believe you."

"..."