Chapter 83 When to summon the Blood God

"Operations Director?"

"Yes."

"This..."

Locke frowned as he listened to the offer from Director Walter on the phone: "But I want the position of New York Bureau Chief."

Walter shook his head expressionlessly: "Locke, you know better than anyone that no senior executive will agree to your request. Now they agree to give you the position of Operations Director and Deputy Operations Director because your last name is Underwood."

Locke laughed when he heard this.

He did not refute Walter's last words.

Because that's the fact.

Even Locke himself must admit that his last name, Underwood, is the basis of all this.

Because his last name is Underwood, he is qualified to negotiate terms and do business with the senior executives of the Sentinel Secret Service.

What if it's someone else?

For example, Walter.

Ha.

Still negotiating terms and doing business with them?

What good things are you thinking.

I guess if you dare to try it today, it won't be long before the news of you being shot in the back and committing suicide will come out.

This is why Walter's tone was a little envious when he said this.

Locke touched his chin and looked thoughtful.

"But I still feel that I'm at a disadvantage."

"... Then make the call yourself."

Walter rolled his eyes.

If he was not Locke's nominal supervisor, he would have hung up the phone long ago. Whoever wants to pass the microphone can do it.

Locke laughed.

"Look, Walter, you are anxious again."

"..."

Walter's idea of ​​throwing the phone away became more and more impulsive.

Just then.

Locke said seriously: "The operations director of New York City is the operations director, okay, but I add one last condition."

Walter frowned: "What?"

Locke smiled and said: "Walter, you have been wearing the assistant agent director on your head for more than a year, it's time to take off the word assistant."

Walter was slightly stunned.

"I..."

"After the deal is done, I will be the deputy director of New York City operations, and you will be the director of the New York State Secret Service. That's it. If you agree, you agree. If you don't agree, you can find whoever you want."

"When handing over to Nick Fury, you must make it clear when I enter the building and when I will be considered as our Sentinel Secret Service."

"Before I go in, any uncontrollable things that happen are the responsibility of SHIELD, and have nothing to do with us."

After Locke finished speaking, in order to avoid hearing Walter's corny and excited gratitude, he hung up the phone again without waiting for Walter's reply.

"Debbie."

"I'm here."

"How is Jack doing over there?"

"Wait a minute."

Debbie said, nodding to the agent next to her, and then the video call interface appeared on the big screen.

Soon.

Jack, wearing a hard hat and a water worker's uniform, appeared on the big screen looking a little embarrassed.

Jack held the phone in one hand and wiped the water stains on his face with the other hand, looking at Locke who appeared on his phone: "Boss."

Locke looked at Jack who was a little embarrassed and said with a smile: "How busy are you? How much holy water have you pumped in?"

Jack reversed the video on his phone.

It caught my eye.

Three fire trucks were lined up one by one, and the leading fire truck was connected to the fire water inlet of a building.

"Two trucks have been pumped in, and the last three are left."

"Beautiful."

Locke praised Jack's work results, and then asked: "The vampire building didn't notice it."

Jack shook his head: "No, the surveillance here was hacked the moment the building was locked, and the vampires inside probably racked their brains and would never think that you collected holy water from the Quancheng Church this week and prepared to pour it into the fire water pipes of the building."

Locke's mouth corners slightly raised.

This is why Jack seemed to be offline today.

Before SHIELD started the operation, he arranged for Jack to collect holy water from churches in the city this week and disguise himself as a water worker to pump the holy water into the fire hose of the Vampire Building.

"How long will it take?"

"Two hours."

"Okay."

Locke nodded: "No hurry, take your time."

Jack said with full energy: "Don't worry, boss, I'll be busy first."

Locke nodded.

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The video call disappeared.

Locke thought for a while and looked at Debbie again: "Paul's special forces team was wiped out. We need a new special forces team. Do you have any recommendations?"

Debbie frowned and said: "We have a total of nine special forces. If we ask them to help temporarily, they will probably be very busy. If we don't ask them, we can only use the reserve special forces."

Although the Sentinel Secret Service was established earlier than the FBI and the CIA.

But the SSS also has what the FBI and CIA should have.

The so-called reserve special service is another cooperative project between the Sentinel Special Service and the military.

Every year during the retirement season, the military selects some outstanding soldiers and recommends them to the Sentinel Special Service.

If the Sentinel Special Service does not have a position for the time being, they will temporarily receive initial pre-job training at the Sentinel Academy.

In this way, once there is a vacancy, they can fill it immediately without delaying the normal operation of the Sentinel Special Service.

The reserve special service that Debbie just mentioned refers to them.

Locke thought about it.

"How long will it take to get here at the fastest?"

"Very soon."

Debbie did not hesitate at all: "There is a training base in Jersey City. I can contact it now."

Locke heard this and nodded and said: "Okay, contact it now."

Debbie responded, and when she was about to turn around to practice, she seemed to think of something.

"Boss, what are the personnel requirements?"

"Those who have seen blood will be given priority."

"Understood."

At the same time, Director Walter's phone called again.

Locke took out his mobile phone.

Answered.

"Okay."

Director Walter's voice came from the microphone with a little bit of uncontrollable excitement: "The request you just made was agreed by the director."

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Locke always felt that when Walter said this, he put an emphasis on the word "you".

He suddenly had the urge to play with Director Walter.

But...

Forget it, business is more important.

"Okay, I'll take people in immediately after the special police are in place."

As long as the treatment is in place, let alone leading the team personally, it's not impossible to let him wash Quinn's ass.

It's not bad to make money!

After Locke hung up the phone again, he thought of Quinn, blinked, turned on his phone, and found the mobile phone number that had just been blacklisted, which belonged to Deacon and now Quinn.

He called it directly.

The call was connected after a while.

"Hello!"

"Quinn, when are you going to summon the Blood God? Give me a specific time."

"..."