A Certain Marvel Super Player

Again.

From the beginning to the end, Locke had no personal opinion on the Cross, or Wesley, or even the Brotherhood.

even…

Locke also thought about the opportunity to go to the Brotherhood to see if he could learn the "Spear Throwing Technique".

He was also mentally prepared, would the brotherhood teach him so easily?

Locke has already paid for the tuition.

It's just an exchange of equal value.

Whether it's asking for money or asking him to join the Brotherhood, Locke is acceptable. Anyway, for Locke, free killers are also killers, and organized killers are also killers.

There is no difference.

Even, there may be organized killers, there are more tasks that can be done.

but…

Good fortune tricks people!

Locke looked at the two corpses of the father and son in front of him, he couldn't help shaking his head, sighed, turned and walked towards the living room bar here.

He has no problem with the cross.

There was no more objection to Wesley.

It's just that they wanted to kill Locke, and Locke just fought back. As for the scene just now, Locke felt that he even did a good thing.

At the very least, this time, Wesley died in the front, and the cross died later. In any case, before the cross died, the picture he saw was his son standing on his side.

"Pity!"

Locke shook the wine glass he found in the bar, listened to the clear alarm bell, looked at the two corpses, drank the wine in the glass, and smacked his lips: "Qing Ben beautiful, how can you be a thief? !"

Say it.

Locke put down his glass and walked towards the door.

He grabbed the wine glass with gloves, and was not worried about leaving fingerprints.

And it doesn't matter even if he leaves a fingerprint. Locke has no criminal record. Putting this fingerprint into the system will not find any match.

"Ding! 』

"Mission Completed (Yelai Woman Fragrance!

"Mission Completion (Night Interview with Xiaomengxin

"Hidden Mission Completed (Redemption of the Cross

"Quest Reward: "Achievement Point*1000", "Potential Point*1000"

"Hidden Mission Rewards: "Achievement Points*4000", "Potential Points*4000"

"Big scene bonus: "Achievement Point*6000", "Potential Point*6000"

"The current status is refreshed! 』

"Name: Locke Broughton (sole player

"Achievement point: 11300 (can be used to purchase items in the achievement mall

"Potential Points: 13300 (can be used to upgrade own skills

"Talent: Tenacity (Level 3): Your physical fitness and recovery ability will be greatly improved"

"General Skills: Driving (Beginner), English (Grade 9), History (Grade 9), Mathematics (Grade 9), Chemistry (Grade 9), Shooting (Intermediate), Sniper (Advanced)..."

"Extraordinary Skill: Spear Throwing (Blue Quality) Intermediate: Ordinary marksmanship, straight and straight, nothing new, but your marksmanship is fancy and extremely deadly! 』

"Current mission: Destiny is in me (in progress

"Ness!"

Half an hour later, Locke returned to the Star Building, took off his jacket, and saw that the achievement point, which had risen to five figures again, still had potential points, and felt that the whole person was about to float.

Sure enough.

Diligent people will always be cared for by hard work.

Wait until Monday, when the Brotherhood is brought over, by that time, both achievement points and potential points can be raised to 30,000+.

It is a big step closer to the ultimate goal of purchasing.

Locke changed into a pair of pajamas, leaned against the bay window of the master bedroom, opened the curtains, and stared at the scenery outside, taking a sip of the bourbon in his hand, thinking in his heart.

outside the window.

The streets are full of NYPD officers.

pity…

They didn't know that Azu had already stopped and went home.

The corners of Locke's mouth rose.

The safe house of the cross.

As the police officers came in and out, Sheriff George Stacy, who was already doomed to work overtime tonight, walked into the safe house and looked at the two corpses lying by the stairs on the second floor.

Cross Carlos and Wesley Carlos's.

"Sir."

A police officer walked up to George and said: "The identities of the two people have been confirmed. The one who was lying on the ground with a bullet between his eyebrows was confirmed to be one of the suspects in the fiery red sports car just now. As for the one leaning against the wall, that's the one. It's a pickup truck, here's their file."

"Ok."

George took the data phone inside the NYPD and looked at it.

"Cross Carlos, a former textile factory employee?"

George was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wesley's profile.

It's not bad.

For some reason, George suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Without him.

Wesley was not an employee of a textile factory, at least not when he was fired from the company a month ago.

"Jack!"

"Come on, boss."

George looked at an alarm call about Wesley above, called his police officer, and pointed to the company Wesley used to work for: "Check this company."

The policeman named Jack was slightly taken aback: "Now?"

George looked at Jack: "Do you think we can get off work?"

Jack swallowed with a grunt, nodded, turned and walked outside.

"George."

"Kate?"

George looked at Kate, who walked in after Jack left, and said, "This is not the place for the twenty-first precinct. UU www.uukanshu.com"

Kate walked in with on-site protective gloves: "The director's order, let me come over to help you first."

George nodded.

The director is still furious at the headquarters.

"Has the identity of that woman been found out?"

"The forensic department is off work, and just called, the director said that if it is not in place for half an hour, everyone will be fired!"

"…Ok."

There is such a lively event in New York City tonight. Tomorrow, I am afraid that the headlines of the federal newspapers will be about tonight's events. Obviously, New York City is once again famous.

The mayor must be very upset now.

After all, the re-election campaign this time is about to start. The current mayor defines his campaign platform as the crime rate in New York City has been significantly reduced during his term of office.

When this happened tonight, it was completely cold!

and…

This incident happened in Manhattan.

Kate hung up the phone at this time and said to George: "The Information Section just turned on the phone, and the reverse tracking was successful. After entering Manhattan Island, the red sports car parked on the side of Fifth Avenue for ten years. 10 minutes before the owner of the Audi R8 called the police and said that his car was stolen, he drove out of the Xingchen Building!"

George listened to the message over there and nodded earnestly.

But when I heard the last, I was stunned.

George looked up at Kate: "Wait, what did you say?"

Kate said, "Xingchen Building, the identity information of the Audi R8 owner is Locke..."

George quickly replied, "Rock Broughton?"

Kate looked at George with some magic.

George is numb.

…