Chapter 37: Trust in the Wisdom of Future Generations

Locke is in a coma.

Blade said he didn't remember killing Deacon.

Deacon is dead.

And Quinn disappeared.

From these known clues, Quinn is indeed possible.

Natasha didn't have a wild imagination.

And...

This is also the effect Locke wants.

Because it is also necessary to be careful when someone takes the blame.

Especially if you want to put the blame on the powerful SHIELD, you must pay attention to the methods.

Locke doesn't want to break up with SHIELD completely.

His father in this life said this.

In the eyes of a mature politician, enemies sometimes become friends, and friends sometimes become enemies.

Simply put.

At any time, don't say something that is dead and offend people to death, unless you are determined to make that person disappear, or you are 100% sure that person will shut up forever.

Although Locke is not a politician and has no intention of inheriting the family business to become a politician, he also agrees with this sentence.

This is why Locke has always said that it is possible that Blade killed Deacon, not that Blade definitely killed Deacon.

In the most general sense, this is out of consideration for the overall situation.

In the least, Blade is still alive, and there are so many vampires in New York City. Blade is a good knife.

What if he is dead, and the system determines that Blade is not a teammate.

Then he will lose a lot.

Locke listened to Natasha's speculation and laughed: "It's possible, but it's just like Blade, it's just possible."

Natasha came back to her senses, looked at Locke who was sitting and putting on his pants, and asked suspiciously: "You really don't plan to put the blame on us?"

She still felt something was wrong.

After Locke tied his belt, he looked at Natasha.

"Why do you think I will put the blame on you?"

"Because you didn't notify me."

"Because I don't want you to get hurt."

"..."

Natasha listened to this sudden affectionate words, and then looked at Locke with a serious face, and her eyebrows frowned deeper.

Locke didn't say anything, just looked at Natasha quietly.

This is indeed a fatal problem.

But...

His nickname, Langlilong, is not in vain.

Of course.

He did have a little bit of that, and it was for this reason that he chose not to inform Natasha.

Natasha is a top agent, but not a top vampire hunter.

Just then.

A slight cough came from outside.

Natasha came back to her senses, glanced at Locke, then opened the partition door, looked at the person who had just coughed, and greeted: "Robin."

After Natasha opened the door, Locke also saw the female character standing by the sink, hugging her arms and looking at the two of them, with a somewhat cool temperament.

The woman first glanced at Natasha, then her eyes fell on Locke who stood up from the toilet and said with a smile: "When the Sentinel Secret Service cooperates with other organizations, do they all hold briefings in the women's bathroom?"

Locke walked out of the cubicle without changing his expression, walked to the sink next to the woman, turned on the faucet, washed his hands, and then looked in the mirror to restore his hair that had just been messed up by Natasha's nails.

After a while.

He shook his hands and took out a cigarette from his pocket.

He put it in his mouth, lit it, and puffed it.

All in one go.

Locke said to the woman: "I'm a little curious, what kind of mission can make the deputy director and senior commander of SHIELD come undercover in person."

Their eyes met.

The woman smiled slightly and took the lead in extending her right hand to Locke.

"Maria Hill, you can call me Hill like Natasha."

"Locke Underwood, Natasha and I are good friends, just call me Locke."

"I see."

Maria Hill glanced at Natasha who was also fixing her hair in front of the mirror next to her.

She had been in the bathroom for a while.

Maria Hill initially thought that Natasha was just going to the bathroom, until she saw Locke's back walking to the bathroom.

As the deputy director and senior commander of SHIELD, her intuition told her that the owner of this back was not simple.

So she paid more attention for a while.

Then she saw her employee dragging Locke into the women's restroom.

What was he trying to do?

Maria Hill didn't know.

But after she entered the restroom and heard the noise coming from the cubicle, she knew it all.

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Is he extremely hungry? Aren't you picky about places?

Hill originally planned to leave, but in addition to the applause in the cubicle, there was also a conversation.

Good guy.

When did things about the extraordinary world become so natural in an ordinary bar women's restroom?

Not to mention the protagonists of the conversation, one is a senior agent of the Sentinel Secret Service, and the other is a senior agent of the secret agency SHIELD.

This is not it.

While Hill was complaining, he hung the "Inspection" sign outside the women's restroom, listening to the applause and the conversation in the applause.

Very embarrassing.

But, she listened to what she should listen to, and she also listened to what she shouldn't listen to.

But it's okay.

I'll just use the "Memory Deleter" to delete the memory I shouldn't hear.

As for why Locke, a married man, can still get together with his employee Natasha, it has nothing to do with her.

Emotional matters are personal private life.

She can't control it, and she doesn't intend to control it.

Hill coughed, let go of Locke's hand and said: "This is different from the cooperation we agreed on before, Locke."

Locke smiled and said: "Dicken was also your target, wasn't he?"

Hill nodded.

"Yes, but we want a living person."

"It's better to die, isn't it?"

Locke replied.

This is also the truth.

Because SHIELD has intelligence showing that the dead vampire leader Deacon Frost seems to be preparing to do something big recently.

What is it, Locke doesn't know.

SHIELD should know.

Locke guessed in his heart.

Because if it wasn't a big deal, the SHIELD Trident wouldn't have arrived at the Sentinel Secret Service that day.

Hill looked at Locke's smile and shook his head.

"But in this case, we may never know what Dicken is up to."

"Rule three."

"What?"

"If you can't solve the problem, then solve the person who raised the problem."

Locke held up three fingers and looked at Hill seriously: "I don't know what he is up to, and I don't want to know, but considering that he is a supernatural creature, and he is the kind that disobeys discipline, it is better to kill him if there is a chance than to kill him if he causes trouble."

Anyway, supernatural creatures have no human rights within the scope of the law.

After all, vampires have nothing to do with humans, so what human rights do they have.

Hill frowned.

"But if he dies, there may be another big trouble."

"This involves rule four!"

"Rule four: Believe in the wisdom of future generations."

"..."