Chapter 205 Locke's few extraordinary connections

St. Patrick's Cathedral.

A neo-Gothic church located on the east side of Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, facing Rockefeller Center.

There is no doubt about it.

This is a luxurious church, especially at night when the lights are turned on. Not only does this church not have any ancient flavor, but it exudes an ultimate luxury.

but……

I am afraid that no one has thought that the magic prison where the Dolan Church imprisoned wizards is located under this church.

soon.

Sentinel agents and SHIELD agents arrived at the scene first, and then with a bang, they opened the door of the church and swarmed in.

The bishops and priests who were inside the church were immediately stunned when they saw the Sentinel agents and SHIELD agents who were armed and murderous.

"this……"

"Shhh."

Locke made a hissing gesture towards the bishop who was walking towards him with a smile, and then said: "One question, is the magic prison of Dolan Church in your place?"

The bishop was startled for a moment, then smiled.

"Sir, how is this possible? What kind of magic..."

"take away."

Locke didn't say anything nonsense and waved his hand without looking back.

moment.

Two sentry agents walked over directly, and one of them dragged the bishop outside.

The bishop was completely dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute, what are you doing, I am the Vatican..."

"etc."

The two sentry agents stopped and turned to look at Locke.

Locke looked at the clamped bishop and looked at the two sentry agents with a smile: "He is talking nonsense, I will smash his mouth."

Vatican?

Oh.

He has several divisions.

I am the Deputy Director of Operations in New York State, with 36 operational teams under his jurisdiction, plus two special investigation teams.

God?

If God breaks the law, I will catch it.

"Drag it out."

"yes!"

The two sentry agents were shocked for a moment, and then dragged the bishop directly outside.

The bishop instinctively wanted to open his mouth.

The next second.

Snap!

A big dick of the Sentinel directly awakened the Bishop. The one who came here to arrest him was not the New York Police Department, but the Sentinel Secret Service, which was famous for killing mutants.

soon.

The distraught bishop was dragged out.

Locke's eyes fell on the two trembling priests beside him.

"Two of you, who comes first?"

"Whoever tells me first where the entrance to the magic prison is, I will arrange a private room for him."

The words fell.

The pastor on the left was refreshed and subconsciously pointed at a small wooden door on the right side of the pulpit.

The priest on the right reacted and pointed over there.

pity.

He's too slow.

Locke smiled slightly.

"This, put him in the special interrogation holding room."

"This, drag it out."

Four sentry agents came forward, two of them politely escorted the priest on the left away, while the other two directly picked up the priest on the right and walked outside.

Locke then walked towards the wooden door.

Seeing this, Natasha said to Chloe, who was in a daze next to her, "Let's go."

Chloe came to her senses, nodded repeatedly, and followed the two of them.

After opening the wooden door, there was a set of steps that curved downwards. Going down the steps, you soon arrived at an underground space that seemed large but had a somewhat depressing atmosphere.

Look around.

The most eye-catching thing is the stone table made of two stone tables, one large and one small, one high and one short.

There is a line of words engraved in ancient English on the stone table.

Locke glanced at it and read out what this line of ancient English meant.

"Council of Witches."

"Do you still understand Old English?"

Natasha looked at Locke in surprise: "Why haven't I heard you say that before?"

Locke looked away and smiled: "How new, don't you know that I am a top student who graduated from Harvard Law School?"

Natasha also smiled when she heard this: "I also knew that you were on the Harvard address book after graduation. But after you went to the Sentinel Secret Service, Harvard took you off the address book. I don't know if you have been removed from the address book now. Put it back in."

Locke deadpanned: "I'm not the kind of person who really wants to recall the past."

Natasha smiled and said nothing.

Put it this way.

A top student who graduated from Harvard Law School directly joined the Sentinel Secret Service after graduation. This is considered a taint to the sect that has trained eight presidents.

So after graduation, Locke was urgently removed from the shelves before his name even became popular in the address book of outstanding alumni.

Just then.

The man on the side had just followed down, but as soon as he came down, Karoy, who was shocked by the rich magic power around him, came back to his senses and said: "I can detect that there is such a strong magic power here, and..."

While talking.

Kaloi's eyes fell on what looked like a bare stone wall directly opposite the group of people: "There is a large magical space here."

Hearing this, Natasha looked at Kaloi curiously.

"How big is the large magic space?"

"Well……"

Kalloy shook his head first, then frowned and said, "I don't know, but it must be big."

Locke spoke up, and just like before, he repeated the witch's spell to open the magic prison three times with Kaloi: "Can it be opened?"

Kaloi looked serious: "I'll try."

Said.

Carloi walked directly to the bare stone wall. She first touched the stone wall in front of her with her hand, feeling the magic fluctuations that seemed to be integrated with the stone wall, and then slowly closed her eyes.

The next second.

A slight vibration came, and then the vibration intensified. After a while, the entire underground space seemed to start shaking.

Countless small sun-shaped light bulbs above everyone's heads began to shake.

But the vibration came quickly and went away quickly.

Because Carloi stopped moving.

She turned to look at Locke and shook her head: "No, to open this magic space, you need a black wizard."

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Locke raised his eyebrows.

What he saw in the witch's memory was that the witch opened the magic prison alone.

Carloi explained: "This magic space is very large, so it is stabilized and suppressed by black magic. I don't know black magic, so I need a black wizard to cooperate with me to open this magic prison."

Yes.

That witch was proficient in several kinds of magic.

Hiss.

There was one more reason to kill her at that time. If I really sold that witch and let her run away, who knows how much trouble it would bring me.

Locke said in his heart, touched his chin, thought about it, and looked at Carlo.

"Do you know any black wizards?"

"No."

Carlo shook his head and said, "Dark wizards are the targets of the Dolan Church's open crackdown. I guess there is no black wizard in the whole New York City."

Locke nodded, took out his mobile phone, and called Debbie.

"Boss."

"Check if there are any dark wizards or those proficient in dark magic in the list of wizards registered by both sides tonight."

"Wait a minute."

Debbie on the other end of the phone said, and after a while she shook her head and said, "Boss, no, I just asked, and the wizards who came to register said that those who knew dark magic in New York City had already run away, because the wizard hunter group of the Dolan Church likes to hunt those who know dark magic the most."

It is clear that both magic and dark magic are magic, and there is no distinction between good and bad at the beginning.

It was the Holy See that first proposed that black magic is bad, and as a result, now wizards who practice black magic are hiding and dare not use it openly.

Locke listened to Debbie's answer, hummed, and hung up the phone without saying anything.

The next second.

He looked at Debbie who was looking at him expectantly, thought about it, and called Catherine who was in New Orleans.

"Hello, honey."

"Do you know a wizard who can do black magic?"

"Dark magic?"

Catherine, who was in New Orleans, was stunned when she heard this, and then said, "Are you trying to communicate with hell?"

Locke asked curiously, "Can black magic communicate with hell?"

This was the first time he had heard of it.

Catherine smiled.

"Of course, the origin of black magic is hell, otherwise why would it be called black magic."

"Do you know anyone?"

"I know a voodoo witch."

"Voodoo?"

Locke raised his eyebrows and said to Chloe, "Can a voodoo witch do it?"

Chloe opened her mouth and shook her head, "Voodoo is not black magic. Although voodoo is also classified as black magic, it is not."

Locke nodded.

"No."

"Then I don't know him, but why do you need a dark wizard? Nowadays, even if there are dark wizards, they won't openly tell others that they are dark wizards."

"You need someone who knows dark magic to open something."

Locke told the truth, then shook his head and said, "Okay, I'll go look for it somewhere else to see if I can find one."

He only has a few connections in the extraordinary world now.

If it doesn't work, wait until you find a dark wizard to open the magic prison.

Anyway, he has already got the heart of the bloody queen Clarke, and this operation is perfect for him.

Besides.

The magic prison is here, and he can't run away anyway.

Just when Locke was thinking and about to hang up the phone, Catherine's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Actually, you know someone who knows black magic."

"I know him?"

Locke was slightly stunned, and all the names of people he had contacted in the extraordinary world went through his mind.

"Who."

"Bonnie."

"Bonnie who?"

"The black witch in the waterfall, my doppelganger's best friend."

"Oh!"

Locke suddenly realized that the little black witch who only knew how to give but not how to return came to his mind: "Yes, I remember that she seemed to know black magic, but why didn't I think of it just now?"

Catherine shrugged.

"I don't know."

"Okay, I know, thank you."

"You're welcome. By the way, I bought you a few shirts here. I think they are quite suitable for you. I have sent them back. Remember to check them."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"..."