Chapter 174: No money but love to spend money!

Countless facts have proved one thing.

When a few bored men stay together, you can never imagine what earth-shaking things they will do.

Similarly.

When two women drive, even men have to admit defeat.

Locke, who originally wanted to pretend that the signal was interrupted and quit his job, suddenly fell in love with work at this moment.

Because he had no doubt that if he was not working, Natasha, who was taught by Catherine, would directly pull him to work on the spot.

Here?

Ten times?

Let's talk about work.

Locke pretended not to hear the content of the conversation between the two women. Under Debbie's command, he focused on clicking a file on the tablet and signed his electronic signature.

Although working made him feel like he was living a year, after thinking about it, it was better than being squeezed dry by the Black Widow thousands of miles above the sky.

Time flies.

When the Sentinel plane arrived at New York's Kennedy International Airport, it was already seven o'clock in the evening.

Because they went to Snow City on the way, and the vampires there actually tried to capture the local Sentinel Secret Service last night.

After Locke went there, he spent an afternoon to cleanly solve the vampires in Snow City without saying a word, and brushed more than 300 extraordinary points, so he arrived in New York City at 7 o'clock in the evening.

The plane slowly stopped.

Three SHIELD Chevrolet SUVs were already waiting on the side.

Locke, who was originally worried that his kidneys might not be saved tonight, looked at the SUV not far away and looked at Natasha curiously: "Are you going back to SHIELD?"

Natasha smiled and looked at Locke: "Why, are you planning to fly threesomes?"

Locke's eyebrows jumped.

"You know I don't mean that."

"I know, that's why I said that."

Natasha smiled, then moved closer to Locke and kissed Locke's face: "You are the supervisor and the captain, you don't need to write a report, but I have been hanging out with you for more than half a month. Commander Hand and Director Hill are still waiting for me to make a report. See you tomorrow."

After that.

Natasha waved without looking back, and then got into the SHIELD Chevrolet SUV.

Soon.

The two Chevrolet SUVs turned around quickly and drove away from the scene.

Because the last Chevrolet SUV was reserved for Locke.

Who made his car explode outside Falls Town?

Locke waited until Natasha's car disappeared from sight, smiled, and looked at Catherine beside him.

"Let's go."

"Where are we going."

"Go..."

Locke was about to say the word home smoothly, his mind quickly alerted, and then smiled at Catherine: "Of course home."

Yeah.

Or go home.

But not to the home where the queen is.

After getting in the car.

Locke started the car directly and drove towards Brooklyn Heights.

Although Brooklyn Heights does not belong to Manhattan, this place is close to Lower Manhattan and is connected to Manhattan through the Brooklyn Bridge.

So some families working in Manhattan like to settle down here.

Of course.

This is also a popular area for real estate investors.

Among them is Locke's mother Claire.

So...

While driving, Locke took out his mobile phone, found his mother Claire's phone number and edited an urgent rescue text message.

He couldn't bring pregnant Catherine home.

Because he didn't have time to report this to the queen. If the queen found out that he brought pregnant Catherine back.

The queen would be crazy!

But he couldn't take pregnant Catherine to stay in a hotel, it was not right. After all, New York City was his home.

Fortunately, he had a backup.

As the saying goes, call your mother when something happens.

"Help, it's urgent, send me the password of the three-bedroom apartment you invested in Brooklyn Heights, love you, mom."

"..."

Claire, who was leaning on the bed, wearing glasses and reading a book in her hand, was stunned by the message she suddenly received, then took off her glasses and dialed the phone with some curiosity.

Locke looked at the ringing phone and answered it as usual.

Claire asked, "You want to..."

Locke raised his eyebrows and interrupted directly: "Well, I know, just send me the message."

Said.

Locke hung up the phone as usual, fiddled with his phone, and looked at Catherine beside him: "I'll have something to do when I get back."

Catherine blinked.

She didn't ask anything.

After Locke finished talking to himself, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He felt that he might be the worst time traveler.

He still doesn't have a few houses.

No.

He doesn't even have one. He originally had a car, but now he has no car.

Good news, he bought insurance.

Bad news, last month Locke thought the insurance was too expensive and hasn't considered whether to renew it.

Worse news, the car loan is still there.

God.

How did I manage to have so many beauties when I was so poor?

Locke was amazed by this.

Claire, his mother far away in Washington, also found it incredible.

At this time, Old Underwood also came out of the bathroom and looked at Claire holding the phone thoughtfully, and was a little curious.

"Who's calling?"

"Locke's."

"It's strange. Is this the first phone call he made to you after returning to New York City?"

"No, I called him."

"you?"

Old Underwood looked at Claire even more curiously after hearing this.

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Claire did not speak, but showed the content of the text message to Old Underwood.

Old Underwood looked at the content in the text message that Locke asked for the password to the house in Brooklyn Heights, and couldn't help laughing: "Did those vampires find his home and blow it up? No, we bought that, right? Yes, has he paid the rent for this month?”

Claire glanced at Old Underwood: "Ten days ago, Malik donated a million dollars to my water purification company. Why do you think he gave it to me?"

Old Underwood shrugged: "That's what I said, don't forget, it was your son who wanted to be strong and said he would pay us rent every month. Although he only gave us one-third of the market price, I didn't follow him either. He cares about it."

Claire laughed when she heard this.

"Don't you care? Didn't you know that after he got married, his rent was doubled?"

"He didn't object."

"Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. I don't think the house was bombed by a vampire this time."

"What else could it be?"

"You know what he said when I called him?"

"What did you say?"

"Nothing said."

Claire put the phone against her chin, her motherly wisdom flashing: "He didn't respond directly, he just spoke to prove his identity. What does this mean? It means that he wants a house, but he doesn't want the people next to him to know about it. Not his."

Old Underwood lifted the quilt and got in: "That house was not his in the first place."

That was what he had worked hard to save for many years as an official.

The result?

Instead of coming to him to ask for the password, Nizi went to his mother to ask for the password.

This traitor really doesn't take me seriously at all.

Claire ignored the resentful old Underwood and continued brainstorming.

The next second.

Claire, who knew her son better than her mother, brightened up and seemed to think of something. The corners of her mouth raised slightly, she grabbed her phone, edited the password of the Highland Apartment and sent the text message.

Old Underwood looked at the smile on Claire's lips.

"What did you think of?"

"If possible, let's see if there's a way to get polygamy passed in New York State."

"Polygamy...what the hell?"

Old Underwood heard this and was about to ask, then he saw Claire put on her glasses again and read the book in her hand.

Half past eight in the evening.

Schermerhorn Street, Brooklyn Heights.

Locke stopped at a thirty-story apartment building with well-maintained exterior walls, and then led Catherine towards the inside of the apartment.

After entering the elevator, Locke naturally pressed the button for the eighteenth floor.

Fortunately, when Claire bought this apartment the year before last, he was in New York City and came to take a look. Otherwise, he might not even know how to get there.

The apartment here has a three-bedroom layout. After I bought it the year before last, a decoration company generously decorated it for free. They even gave it European-style furniture throughout the house, which was full of luxury.

Strangely enough, Claire said she bought the apartment here as an investment, but after it was renovated, she never rented it out. She even arranged for a cleaner to come here every week to clean it.

So although this apartment is not occupied, it has always been clean.

After Locke entered the password, he opened the door and led Catherine into the house.

Just then!

Catherine, who was originally planning to follow Locke into the house, suddenly felt a resistance the moment she entered the house.

Catherine's expression suddenly became strange.

She looked at Locke who had already entered the room and said, "Locke."

Locke turned to look at Catherine standing outside the door and raised his eyebrows.

A smile appeared on Catherine's face.

"You are not the owner of this house."

"Why do you say that?"

Locke's expression was as normal, as steady as an old dog.

Catherine shrugged, and then, under Locke's gaze, she took a step toward the house, and then encountered resistance again and pulled back.

Locke's mouth twitched when he saw this scene.

"The medicine has expired?"

"No."

Catherine could feel that the power of Locke's blood still existed. Although it was thinner than at the beginning, it still existed.

"I just can't get into the room."

"Hold on."

Even now, Locke didn't panic at all. He took out the phone from his pocket and called Claire. He looked at Catherine and said seriously: "I am a public official!"

While talking, the phone was connected.

Locke directly turned on the speakerphone and took the lead: "Mom, Catherine insists on receiving your invitation before entering our home."

Claire: "..."

Catherine: "..."