Chapter 42 The New York Police Department came to visit

This time, the earth shook.

This time, it was stormy.

in the future.

Locke and Esme, who had taken a shower together by the way, were sitting at the bar in the living room.

Esme was chatting lazily with Locke while eating pizza.

"So you and Brown changed careers, no longer hunting mutants, but hunting vampires?"

"How is that possible?"

Locke laughed and shook his head.

"It's not like you don't know Brown, how much that guy hates mutants."

"But wasn't Brown's wife's death due to an accident?"

"That's because mutants died accidentally,"

Locke shrugged: "Brown's wife was pregnant before she died. If it were me, I would probably do even more amazing things than Brown... Bah, crow's mouth."

At the end of the sentence, Locke looked at Esme's gaze on him, reacted, and quickly knocked on the table a few times.

What nonsense is he talking about? How can he curse himself?

Besides, this kind of thing can't happen.

Absolutely impossible!

Esme looked at Locke's expression, smiled, and changed the topic.

"You and Brown have been keeping an eye on vampires for the past month. Doesn't that mean another team has taken over your mission?"

"Well, John from Group 6 took it over." At this point, Locke shook his head and sighed: "That guy is just a pervert."

Brown hates mutants because of his wife and unborn child.

But John from Group Six...

In fact, he has no blood feud with the mutants. He just purely enjoys the feeling of killing.

Locke thought of this and sighed again: "John has captured twelve mutants this month. When they are transferred to the mutant prison at the end of the month, I don't know how many will be alive."

John's abuse of mutants is no secret.

Everyone in the Sentinel Secret Service knew it.

But so what.

One sentence.

Mutants have no human rights.

Although Locke doesn't like John who loves to abuse mutants, he will not stand up to fight for mutants for no reason.

The only thing he could do was to stay out of sight and out of mind.

That's all.

Esme looked at the sighing Locke, forced a smile on her face, and shook her head.

She also seemed to feel sorry for the plight of mutants.

Locke looked at the expression on his wife's face and was not surprised.

Still the same sentence.

Some people hate mutants, while others sympathize with their current plight.

And her wife Esme has always been a kind-hearted person, and it is normal to sympathize with mutants.

Locke felt that this topic seemed a bit too heavy for his kind-hearted wife, and coughed: "Okay, you finally come back, let's not talk about work, let's talk about the house."

As he spoke, he handed Esme some Brooklyn real estate information that he had put aside.

Esme took the information with a surprised expression.

"I really buy it."

"certainly."

Locke nodded affirmatively and said: "You have to buy it sooner or later anyway. Now that you have money, you might as well buy it earlier. And don't you think this apartment is a bit small?"

Esme was slightly startled and turned to look at the current apartment.

"Small?"

"It's small. It's good for two people, but when we have two children, it will be a little crowded. There won't even be a baby room."

Locke explained to Esme: "I bought the house before I was pregnant, and then partitioned off the baby's room early, so that the baby can move in as soon as he comes out."

He had no idea of ​​getting married at first.

But dad forced me.

However, since he is married, he will definitely shoulder his responsibilities.

Locke doesn't have the idea that he won't have children even if he gets married.

Because having children is also one of the responsibilities of marriage.

Locke put his arms on the bar, and he and his wife Esme imagined the happy scene of digging and digging with their baby in the small garden behind the future house.

Esme held her chin with one hand and looked at Locke with a smile, listening carefully to Locke's thoughts on the future of the two of them.

The picture is beautiful.

Esme's amber eyes seemed to be able to speak, and she held her chin with one hand: "My dear, I didn't know you liked children so much."

Locke finished the bourbon in his hand, put the glass aside, and scratched Esme's chin with his fingers: "How are you? Can't wait to have a baby."

Esme got off the high stool directly and looked at Locke with a smile in her eyes.

"Let's go."

"Well……"

Locke blinked, feeling a sense of déjà vu.

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"Where to go?"

"How can I have a baby if you don't give me seeds?"

"..."

Locke looked at the window subconsciously.

Enter the eyes.

It's already dark outside.

When the two of them first came back, it wasn't even noon. They stayed in the bedroom all afternoon and just ended.

Coming again now?

Even Locke felt that his waist was screaming in pain at this moment.

Esme looked at Locke's expression and raised her eyebrows.

"What's wrong?"

"or……"

"Empty?"

"How is that possible!"

Locke looked at Esme like a cat whose tail was stepped on: "No, it's impossible, absolutely impossible."

Any man can say that he is not good in other aspects.

Only in this matter of Sykes.

It's okay to be not good!

"Then come on, I haven't been back for a month, just three times, and there are still twenty-seven times. You try hard and try to clear the account in these three days."

"Three days and twenty-seven..."

Locke opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Just then.

Ding-ling-ling!

The phone rang beside him.

Locke hurriedly looked at the mobile phone on the side, and when he saw the incoming call, he couldn't help but feel relieved and said to Esme: "Jack, there may be something wrong."

Esme looked at Locke with a relieved face, laughed, didn't say anything, turned around and walked into the bedroom, leaving only one sentence.

"Come in after the call."

"...Okay."

Locke's mouth twitched a few times, and then he responded resignedly, looked at Esme who walked into the bedroom, shook his head, and answered the phone.

"Hey, Jack."

"Boss, something happened, the New York Police Department is here."

"...Huh?"

Jack, who was in a safe house in Brooklyn, lifted a corner of the curtain, looked at the police car parked outside, and swallowed his saliva: "Just now that guy wanted to run, the noise was a bit loud, and the New York Police Department was called."

Locke raised his eyebrows.

"Did he run away?"

"No."

Jack turned his head to look at Quinn, who was tied with holy water bombs all over his body, and then looked through the window at the New York police who were walking towards the house: "Two policemen came down and came this way, boss, do you want to open the door?"

Locke: "..."