The extraordinary life of a certain American comic

Brown looked a little off at the moment.

He twisted the cat-headed man up from the ground and stared at the cat-headed man with a pair of tiger eyes.

The whole person looked like an active volcano about to erupt.

but……

After hearing Locke's voice, Brown was silent for a while, then threw the cat-headed man to the ground again and walked over.

Several people walked to the seating area outside and sat down.

While Brown wiped the blood stains left by the torture of the three mutants with a towel, he calmed down his heart, squeezed out a smile, and said to Esme: "I'm sorry for letting you see this scene. "

Esme sat next to Locke, smiled and shook her head: "I haven't seen you and Debbie for a long time, so I asked Locke to bring me over to see you."

Locke watched the expression on Brown's face: "Are you okay?"

He felt something was wrong with Brown.

Because from the moment he came out until now, Brown has never looked into his eyes.

Brown's eyes quickly glanced at Locke, and then fell elsewhere, his smile was a little forced.

"I'm fine."

"real?"

Locke didn't believe it.

Brown nodded, still not looking at Locke: "I'm really fine, don't worry about me, Locke."

Locke did not pursue the issue further.

Since Brown didn't want to say it, he didn't bother to ask.

However, Brown is a powerful tool for him to earn extraordinary points, and he still needs to be reminded.

Locke looked at Brown and consoled him: "A low-level mutant can know how to enter X Academy. Don't be fooled by him. As long as the self-destructor is still alive, sooner or later, we will definitely find him."

If this cat-headed man really knew how to enter X Academy, he would have gone to live in the mutant Eden long ago without even thinking about it.

After all, in X Academy, as long as you attend classes, you can eat and drink without worries. All expenses are provided by Xavier Charles, a professor among mutants and a capitalist in the Federation.

As for the self-destructor who killed Brown's wife and unborn child?

Locke also meant what he said.

Although he has no views or opinions on mutants, he has no idea whether he can kill mutants.

Mutants can live or die, the only difference is whether Locke wants to kill or not.

Brown was his friend, so the man who blew himself up was his enemy.

but……

Just as Locke finished saying this, he heard John, who also came with them, snort.

Locke looked at John following the voice and narrowed his eyes.

"why are you laughing."

"hehe."

John crossed his legs, his face full of defiance and disdain: "It's nothing, I'm just laughing at you for how long you are going to fool Brown."

"Bang!" Hearing this, Debbie slapped the table directly, stood up and said to John: "Team Six Leader, what are you talking about?"

John glanced at Debbie who was getting up: "Why, don't you want people to tell the truth?"

Finished.

John looked at Locke again: "Other groups are afraid of you, but our six groups are not afraid of you."

Locke ignored John and looked towards Brown.

Brown still didn't meet his eyes.

I see.

The emotional problem lies here.

Someone is sowing discord.

Locke thought to himself, looked at John again without any change in his expression, and smiled.

"You said I lied to Brown, what did I lie to him about."

"What have you been doing this month?"

"oh!"

Locke was stunned, and then looked at Brown again: "Brown, aren't you happy with your work this month?"

The speed of killing vampires is extremely fast.

And there’s extra money.

Didn’t you say before that you wanted to continue this extra-income business?

Why did he suddenly become a liar?

Locke was a little confused.

Brown couldn't pretend not to hear this time.

For the first time after Locke came in, he looked at each other.

After a while.

Brown didn't explain, but said directly: "We are the Sentinel Secret Service, Locke."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Although this does not explain why, it can be said that it has been explained.

We are the Sentinel Secret Service. Doesn't this mean that he is not doing his job properly? A Sentinel agent did not catch mutants but went to play with vampires for a month.

"hehe."

After Locke thought of this, he shook his head with some self-deprecation.

Jack frowned.

"Brown, you..."

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"Okay."

John on the side interrupted Jack directly, and then looked at Locke with a playful smile: "Locke, do you know why everyone has always been at odds with you?"

Locke glanced at John.

You all have a bad relationship with me. To put it another way, it should be because I don’t have a good relationship with you.

John continued: "Others may not know, but I know very well that you are also a sympathizer."

Locke smiled.

"I sympathize with mutants. Are you sure, John? I remember that the title of mutant executioner is mine, not yours."

"Have you ever killed a mutant with your own hands?"

John sneered: "It wasn't Brown who killed him. You weren't waiting downstairs that time."

Locke smiled.

Debbie couldn't help it anymore and stood up again by slamming the table: "What are you talking about, team leader six, how kind is our team leader? According to your words, does it mean that everyone in our bureau who has not personally killed mutants is Sympathizer."

John didn't even look at Debbie.

Locke once again set his sights on Brown.

"You think so too?"

"I……"

Brown opened his mouth, met Locke's gaze, and then drifted to the side: "I just want to kill mutants to avenge my wife."

Got it.

Locke nodded: "So, you plan to follow the six groups?"

There was an ugly smile on Brown's face.

"Feel sorry."

"No need, everyone has his or her own ambitions."

Locke smiled and waved his hand: "The relationship between the action team and the special service team is not inherently tied together."

They and Brown's special service team only cooperated for a long time because they were happy to work with each other.

Now that the cooperation is not pleasant, there is no need to continue to be together.

The twisted melon is not sweet and will only make you feel sicker the more you eat it.

"Okay."

Locke smacked his lips, nodded, stood up from his seat, put his hands in his pockets, glanced at Brown again, and then fell on John.

John sat upright on the chair, facing Locke's gaze, showing an undisguised smile of a winner.

Locke smiled: "Congratulations."

"Thank you." John smiled even more.

Locke then looked at Brown: "Since you have decided to cooperate with the six groups, it is better to choose a different date and make a handover later."

Brown looked up at Locke, wanting to say something.

but……

He opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

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