The extraordinary life of a certain American comic.

Chapter 16 The widow knocks on the door at night

After half an hour.

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

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

Brown shook his head. “I’ll go back to the bureau and dump the data. When you come over tomorrow morning, we’ll start the operation.”

Locke thought about it and nodded.

"Okay, see you tomorrow then."

Since others are so enthusiastic, it is not easy for him to discourage their enthusiasm.

Brown smiled, started the car, and sped away in the direction of the Sentinel Special Service Building.

After Locke watched Brown's car drive away from the block, he 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, opened his door, and looked at the time.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Normally at this time, he would have fallen asleep.

But now he didn't feel sleepy at all.

Forget about feeling sleepy; Locke felt full of energy.

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

Not bad.

I don’t need to sleep, so rounding it off, my day has eight hours longer than others.

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

"Ok?"

Locke, who had just finished 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 from the wine cabinet that he had bought at the supermarket some time ago.

Turn on.

Pour the wine.

Drink it all in one gulp.

but……

It doesn't feel right.

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

next second.

He opened the cabinet under the liquor cabinet and pulled out a new bottle of Thunderbolt Bourbon.

Bourbon is also different from bourbon.

Thunder brand bourbon is undoubtedly the absolute king among bourbons.

Let's say that.

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

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 his home last Christmas.

He opened another bottle of Thunderbolt Bourbon and drank it all in one gulp.

moment.

A warmth arises from within.

"really."

"It's not an illusion."

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

A glass of wine goes down his throat.

Warm currents arise spontaneously.

After a while, Locke clearly felt that his body, which had cooled down after integrating the vampire gene, was warming up again.

"hiss."

"Does Thunder Bourbon have this effect?"

After Locke confirmed that it was correct, he took a breath, looked at the Thunder Bourbon placed aside and blinked.

He remembered the two boxes of Thunder Bourbon that someone had sent to his home in Washington.

Should I call my mom tomorrow and ask her to send it to me?

As Locke thought about it, he poured himself another glass and drank it all.

After three glasses of wine, he could feel that his body temperature seemed to have returned to normal.

at this time.

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

Open the door.

into the eye.

She was wearing a black bodysuit that tightly hugged her curvaceous figure, and her long fiery red hair was draped over her shoulders.

Natasha smiled as Locke opened the door.

"Long time no see, Locke."

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

Locke said with a smile and opened the door.

Said it before.

His first choice of supernatural creatures at the beginning was vampires, and he also tried to find traces of vampires through S.H.I.E.L.D.

And in this process, the person he was looking for was the famous Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff.

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

But to no avail.

Locke didn't care and maintained a good friendship with Natasha, who traveled to New York City from time to time.

However, something happened at home half a year ago, and after he got married, Natasha cut off contact with him after she knew he was married.

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

"drink wine?"

"can."

Natasha looked at the layout of the apartment, then looked at Locke who was pouring drinks at the bar and sat on the high stool: "It feels like nothing has changed here."

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

"I don't know." Natasha shrugged and said, "Wedding photos. Oh, 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 can't be trusted.

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

Natasha met Locke's gaze, smiled, and did not comment.

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

"My father forced me to do that."

Locke answered Natasha in the same way he answered Brown. After refilling Natasha's glass, he raised his glass 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 drinking.

Natasha gathered her red hair around her ears, tilted her head, and looked at Locke who was standing opposite her 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."

"That……"

"Five of my men died. If I give up this case, people will lose faith in me."

"Just because of this?"

"of course."

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

Natasha also smiled, lifted her fiery 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 said with a smile: "You're not staying overnight?"

Natasha looked at Locke with her sparkling amber eyes and a smile on her lips.

"You're married."

"I know."

Locke nodded, then changed the subject and said, "She is a stewardess."

Natasha looked at Locke and raised an eyebrow.

Locke looked at Natasha with a smile.

next second.

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

Thunder hits the ground!
Thunder and fire refine real gold!
……

(End of this chapter)