Chapter 185 The hope of magic immunity

After World War II, SHIELD was appointed by the five hegemons to be the law enforcement department that specifically connects with the extraordinary world. Its internal database is massive.

Especially after the previous directors of SHIELD worked diligently, the information about extraordinary creatures in SHIELD's database was doubled.

It was not until Nick Fury took office that the update of SHIELD's database began to have problems.

So...

Although the information in SHIELD's database was doubled, and although the patterns on the five bodies ran in the SHIELD Sentinel Joint Information for a full ten days, a result was finally obtained.

No such picture!

This is a news that sounds very frustrating, but it is indeed very frustrating in reality.

Locke listened to the latest news given by Debbie. Although he had been prepared for this as early as five days ago, he was still a little disappointed when the result really came out.

"So, we have no news about the tree witch?"

"...Yes."

Although Debbie didn't want to admit it, it was indeed the case.

They are in the light.

The tree witch is in the dark.

Debbie even began to doubt one thing.

"Boss, do you think it is possible that the tree witches are no longer in New York?"

"Probably not."

"Ah?"

"The resurrection of the bloody queen is in New York City."

Locke leaned back against the desk, folded his arms and said, "Catherine called from Orleans yesterday."

Yes.

After the two of them eliminated the issue of the tree witches sending people to follow them and communicated openly, they gave each other the greatest trust.

Locke believed in Catherine, and Catherine asked Locke to believe in her.

Debbie looked at Emilia on the side, and then looked at Locke.

"New Orleans?"

"Yeah, there are quite a lot of black witches there."

Locke nodded: "Catherine found the black witch she met in New Orleans before, and that black witch happened to know something about the tree witches."

It is said that this group of tree witches who worship the bloody queen were active in Europe at the beginning.

Hunters cannot kill a witch, especially a scary witch like the Bloody Queen.

So the Bloody Witch was just sealed, and the Tree-like Witch was looking for the Bloody Witch's sealed body on the European continent.

This search lasted for hundreds of years, until a hundred years ago, the Tree-like Witch left the European continent and came to New York City, and then settled in New York City.

So...

If nothing unexpected happens, the Bloody Witch is probably sealed in a corner of New York City, but the black witch in New Orleans doesn't know where exactly.

Debbie was a little surprised when she heard this.

"New York City, Bloody Queen, but Boss, are you not sure that Blade is not in New York City?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

He burned the energy in the blood pool at all costs, allowing his sense of smell to cover the entire New York City.

Even if Blade was hidden in the vault under New York City, he could smell the smell of Blade.

But he didn't smell the smell of Blade.

"But as a hybrid, isn't Blade used as a vessel for the Blood Queen? If Blade is not in New York City, what's the point of the tree-like witch catching Blade?"

"Budapest vampire."

Locke crossed his arms, his eyes flickering: "The ancestor of the Budapest vampire is the Blood God."

The real Blood God.

Not the Skrugalo who had obtained the power of the Blood God at that time.

"At first, I was also curious why these tree witches would stand on the side of the vampires to fight against us."

"All supernatural creatures know that we will definitely fight to the end after we fired the first shot."

"But the tree witch rushed out."

"The Budapest vampires are also the branch of the Blood God. Obviously, there are things we don't know."

"But now there is almost a result."

"The tree witches grabbed the blade not to be the container of the Bloody Queen. They probably grabbed the blade to be the container of the Blood God."

"As for the price?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, the tree witches will give the Budapest vampires the blade, and the Budapest vampires will revive the Bloody Queen for the tree witches."

"Tsk."

"The Blood God and the Bloody Queen are about to get lively."

After Locke finished speaking, he shook his head with some sighs.

This is what he realized after he finished talking to Catherine in New Orleans and connected the foreign forces, the Budapest vampires, and the tree witches.

And...

A blood god.

A bloody queen.

Locke touched his chin with some curiosity, then looked at Debbie: "You said, these two guys are not husband and wife, right?"

After all, they both have the surname Blood.

And no one stipulates that people from different ethnic groups cannot get married.

Debbie opened her mouth: "Boss, I think now is not the question of whether they are husband and wife, but the question of how we should deal with them if they are really resurrected."

Locke shrugged: "What else can we do? We can stop the enemy with soldiers and cover the water with earth."

The same thing.

If the sky falls, there are tall people to support it.

The earth has Kamar-Taj to support it, the world has SHIELD to support it, and the federation has the Sentinel Secret Service to support it.

He is the deputy director of operations of the Sentinel Secret Service in New York State.

Not even a director.

Even the deputy director of operations is still an acting one, and can only be promoted after solving the bank vault case.

So he is not in a hurry at all.

What's the use of being anxious.

If you want to be anxious, you can only be anxious if you have clues. At the moment, they don't even have any clues, so how can they be anxious.

The most important point.

He is not immune to magic yet.

It's just a blood, is Malik so inefficient?

Locke's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he quickly rejected the idea of ​​calling Malik to urge him to make progress.

In a word.

Even if he is anxious, he can't show that he is anxious.

Another sign of a mature man is that he doesn't express his emotions.

"Okay."

After thinking about it, Locke looked up at Debbie and Emilia: "Send the latest information to the headquarters in Washington, and then do what you need to do."

Debbie and Emilia looked at each other, then responded, and then turned and left the office.

Locke also returned to his office chair, put his feet up on the table, crossed his hands on his chest, leaned against the chair, closed his eyes, and continued to rest.

One sleep without sleep, ten sleeps are hard to make up for.

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One day of indulgence, ten days of hardship.

He indulged for more than one day before, and was bombarded by Catherine for nearly twenty days. Even though he has been resting for ten days, he still feels that his kidneys are aching.

Fortunately, Catherine ran to New Orleans, otherwise, he would not be able to complete the task when the queen returns this month.

Locke was resting and felt fortunate in his heart.

Just then.

The phone rang.

Locke opened his eyes and grabbed the mobile phone on the table beside him.

He saw.

It was Stephanie's.

Locke raised his eyebrows and answered the call.

"Hello."

"Xiao Yandong, when are you going back to Washington?"

"Sorry."

Locke shook his head and said, "I have a case on hand. I will go back after I finish it."

Stephanie was a little disappointed.

"But I miss you."

"Me too."

"But you can't come to see me."

"Hold..."

"Then I'll come to see you."

Stephanie changed the subject, and her tone was full of joy and happiness.

Stephanie, who was in the private plane, held the phone in one hand, looked at the Statue of Liberty outside the window, and smiled, "Are you free to pick me up at the airport now?"

Locke's brain crashed for a second or two, and then he subconsciously left the seat, stood up, and covered his waist, which suddenly hurt for some reason, with one hand, and said in surprise, "You came to New York City?"

Stephanie smiled.

"You don't welcome me to see you?"

"Of course you welcome me, wait, I'll be there soon."

Although he was still in pain, Locke still answered without hesitation, then hung up the phone, got up and left the office.

Forty-five minutes later.

Locke drove to Kennedy International Airport, and after showing his ID, he went straight to the hangar where many private jets were stored.

Not far away.

A private jet that just rolled off the assembly line last year and looked brand new was slowly taxiing along the runway.

After Locke got out of the car, he leaned against the car body, looked at the private jet taxiing over, lit a cigarette, and relieved the back pain that was getting worse as the plane approached.

After a while.

The speed of the private jet taxiing slowly decreased, and then it stopped five meters away from Locke.

The cabin door opened.

Stephanie, with blonde hair and a pair of diamond high heels, appeared at the cabin door. When she saw Locke, the cold queen on her face disappeared instantly, and she walked towards Locke with joy.

Locke threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and greeted him with a smile.

Stephanie threw herself into Locke's arms.

"Little cave!"

"Tiffany."

Locke and Stephanie hugged each other.

Their eyes met.

Stephanie's eyes were hot and aggressive, and she kissed Locke directly and actively.

Locke saw this and greeted her directly without any courtesy.

The handsome flight attendant carried Stephanie's luggage and put it in the trunk of the Audi A8 behind Locke.

It was still an Audi A8, but it was not the one Locke had before.

This was the one Locke found in the warehouse confiscated by the Sentinel Secret Service.

After all, Director Andrew promised to let him choose one from the warehouse as his own bus.

Just right.

The cost of buying insurance was completely saved.

After putting away the luggage, the steward turned around and boarded the private plane of Malik's family without looking around.

After a while.

The steward pulled out a small safe from the plane again and walked to the side of Locke and Stephanie who were biting each other.

"Miss."

"..."

Stephanie stopped at this time, looking at Locke with shining eyes, but when she turned to the steward, she returned to her coldness and took the safe from the steward.

"Okay, you go."

"Okay."

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