Chapter 17 Go to Natasha's hometown overnight

A thud.

The bedroom door was knocked open, and immediately after, the two entangled people fell directly onto the two-meter-long bed.

Locke and Natasha were both lying on the bed.

Natasha turned over.

"Would you like to visit home?" Natasha asked, biting Locke's ear.

Locke thought for a while and nodded: "I haven't been there for a long time, so I might as well go and have a look."

Said.

Locke opened the door of the Audi A8, drove Natasha towards Natasha's home.

Natasha's home was originally located in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters.

But after so many years, the trees on the mountain have long disappeared.

It's not because time disappears naturally, but because Natasha often hires professional lumberjacks to trim the trees on the mountain.

Although it is bare, it has a certain beauty.

Natasha led Locke toward home along a creek: "I'm here this time, but I have to stay a little longer."

Locke nodded: "Of course."

Push the door open.

Although there are some marks on the steps outside the house, the inside is clean, comfortable and tidy, and there is no smell of decay.

It can be seen that Natasha is a family-loving person and will come back to visit often.

but……

Locke frowned slightly and said, "Have you brought anyone here recently?"

Natasha gave Locke a roll of her eyes: "Since you came here, I haven't brought anyone else here."

Locke nodded and looked at the environment in the room.

"Then why is there no dust here?"

"Can't I come back by myself?"

Natasha sighed: "Since you got married, if I want to come back, I can only come back by myself."

Locke believed this and looked up at the roof.

"The roof seems to be leaking."

"Yeah?"

Natasha raised her head and glanced: "There is a stream next to it. The air is humid today. It is probably going to rain."

Locke stretched out his hand to feel the room and nodded.

"It's indeed going to rain, and it looks like it's going to rain heavily."

"rainstorm."

Natasha corrected.

The words fell.

Heavy rain came down.

Seeing this, Natasha quickly led Locke towards the bedroom in the house: "It's raining outside, go into the bedroom and rest."

Locke hummed.

It looks like the rain won't stop for a while, so it might as well take a break.

the next day.

early morning.

Natasha, who was not wearing tights but a men's T-shirt, walked out of the bedroom, looked at Locke who was already at the bar, and said hello with a smile.

"morning."

"morning."

Locke looked up at Natasha who was waking up, smiled, and then put the breakfast he had just made on the bar: "Breakfast is ready, eat it quickly."

Natasha walked towards the bar and sat on the high stool.

"I'm indeed a little hungry."

"Drink?"

Locke pointed to the bourbon aside.

Natasha raised her eyebrows and said, "Can I drink during work hours?"

Locke shrugged: "It didn't work last year, but it works this year."

Last year he was a junior agent without any autonomy.

But this year he is a senior agent and leads the team alone.

Natasha grabbed the piece of bread with eggs and waved her hand: "You can, but I can't. I have something to do later."

Locke heard this and thought of Blade Warrior.

"Eric Brooks?"

"..."

Locke looked at Natasha who didn't speak and looked at him and explained: "That guy is so cool, I have to find out who he is."

Natasha smiled and said, "Then do you understand?"

Locke smiled and said: "What I can see is not what you want us to see."

Eric Brooks, aka Blade.

He found information about Blade Warriors.

but……

Fake at first glance.

Locke just took a glance and was sure that the information Blade put on the surface was carefully disguised by professionals.

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Natasha finished her breakfast, then picked up the hot coffee beside her, drank it in one gulp, and looked at Locke sternly: "Now that we are talking about this, Locke, I hope you can hand over this case and don't get involved. This case."

Locke did not refuse and looked at Natasha seriously.

"Give me a reason, a reason that makes me give up personally avenging my men."

"They are vampires. They are not something you can deal with. Moreover, this is not within your scope of authority."

"Brown doesn't think so."

Locke shook his head and said: "Besides, so what if they are vampires, can they be more difficult to deal with than mutants?"

It is true that Aegis has rich experience in dealing with extraordinary creatures.

But so do they Sentinel Secret Service.

Natasha said in a deep voice: "Vampires are different from mutants. Compared to mutants and vampires who live alone, they are social animals."

Locke shook his head, unmoved.

"It's impossible to hand it over."

"Luo..."

"But we can work together."

Locke directly interrupted Natasha who was trying to fight for it, and said with a smile: "I have killed five people. This case is impossible to hand over anyway. If I hand it over, then I can retire early."

No one would want to work behind a boss who would not avenge him even if he died.

Even if the dead person was Brown's man.

But Brown and him were all-weather strategic allies.

But if he really gave up the case, Brown's relationship with him would definitely drop to the freezing point, or even break up.

And there are some other reasons.

So!

Even if he wanted to hand over this case to SHIELD, it would be impossible to hand it over.

Natasha frowned and didn't speak after listening to Locke's words.

Locke drank the third cup of Thunder Bourbon in the morning, looking at Natasha who was frowning and thinking, and also didn't speak.

He didn't want to give up the case, but he was envious of the extraordinary points that Blade Warrior harvested.

So combining and cooperating seems to be a good choice.

Natasha thought about it and looked up at Locke who was waiting for her reply.

"How do we cooperate?"

"Of course, we share what we have."

Locke said so, then looked at Natasha and said with a smile: "If I guess correctly, your bureau would not send you here just because an informant died."

The death of an informant is not worth the SHIELD Trident appearing in New York City.

Informants are like a piece of toilet paper for law enforcement agencies. When this toilet paper is used up, just change it to another one.

Natasha frowned and said nothing.

She was considering whether to tell the news they knew so far.

Locke did not force it, and took back Natasha's finished plate and put it in the sink.

After a while.

Natasha came back to her senses and looked at Locke again: "Can you make the decision?"

Locke smiled when he heard it.

"I can't, but I know someone who can make the decision."

"..."