A Certain Marvel Super Player

what the hell?

Tomorrow morning action?

He does not mean that!

Hearing Gwen's words, Locke couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Going to court at this time?

If George wants to apply for a search warrant, it is not impossible during the day.

I didn't go during the day and only went at night. It must be to hide people's eyes and eyes and maintain a certain degree of confidentiality, so I chose to go at night.

So here comes the problem.

Who, how can He De He Neng.

Locke definitely didn't deserve this kind of treatment, after all, he was just a handsome sixteen-year-old boy who was harmless to humans and animals.

Again.

It is impossible for Locke to find any prohibited items here.

Uh……

Alcohol is definitely out of the question.

It's mysterious and mysterious, and it's definitely impossible to specifically come to trouble him that he can't drink under the age of 21.

Again.

Even if caught, it would be trouble to find a guardian. Unfortunately, Locke's guardian is Locke himself.

so……

That leaves only one person or organization eligible for this treatment.

Textile factory!

... your mother!

Locke raised his eyebrows. If the New York Police Department passed by tomorrow, wouldn't it just hit him?

the most important is……

good guy!

The cross robs me of the head, and I need to pay with my life as compensation. George, you are very polite. Why do you want to run out and rob the head because of Mao?

wrong.

Locke was taken aback.

George shouldn't be there to steal people's heads, he's just running over to give them away.

Locke was speechless.

Although yesterday, regardless of being the first butcher, or the Firefox or the cross last night, in front of Locke, like a stinky brother, he has no ability to fight back.

But don't think they're real dishes.

That's because Locke is open.

Even the kryptonite players can’t beat the open players, and a few poor players who don’t have kryptonite can survive a few rendezvous in the hands of the plug-in players. Wasn’t that a neat KO?

But is George, or rather, the NYPD a gamer?

Certainly not.

Even if the Brotherhood is a so-called poor player, then the New York Police Department, in this game, is a complete cloud player. I don't even know the name of this game, so I will point the rivers and lakes there. .

The Brotherhood is a stinky brother in front of Locke.

same.

Once the NYPD hits the fraternity, then the NYPD will be the stinky brother.

George is dying!

Locke looked up, not knowing what to say.

However, Locke had a guess as to why George wanted to search the Brotherhood.

The identity of Firefox must be finally found out.

Three or four of the deceased in a row were related to the textile factory. Even, when Firefox took Wesley out, George should have seen the picture of the fiery red sports car leaving the textile factory.

And now?

The unparalleled assassins cannot be chased, but the textile factory that is inextricably linked to the deceased is standing there. Is your textile factory clean?

Locke could almost predict that once George went to the textile factory tomorrow morning, whether the textile factory would be captured, Locke didn't know, but George, he would definitely hit GG.

The most important thing is that although he didn't counsel the NYPD, when he didn't like to work, a third party came out, and the third party even shouted to join the game.

"Fuck!"

Locke was a little speechless: "If I knew yesterday, I should have shot George directly, let him lie down in the hospital to recover, and let him come out and feed me mushrooms."

Although a shot was given to George yesterday, there is a possibility that it will cause some trouble someday in the future.

But it would be lighter than tomorrow's big trouble.

no.

There must be a way.

Locke's eyes flickered, thinking in his heart.

Whether George dies or not, Locke doesn't care at all. Life and death are destiny, and wealth is in the sky. When the hell monarch Mephisto wants to accept people, Locke can't stop it if he wants to.

At least not right now.

Locke knew Mephisto, but they didn't know him.

George can die, but not tomorrow.

After all, Locke and Gwen are friends, and they ate two meals with Helen. Even, George even asked him to shoot next weekend. Locke is a good person who keeps his promises. Similarly, he also hopes that others will keep their promises and don't let them go. his pigeons.

Think of a way?

The reason why George wanted to search the textile factory was to save himself. If he did not give New York City or the mayor an account, then the mayor and the New York Police Department would give George as an account.

at this time.

Locke's eyes fell on a key he put on the table.

The underground garage, the keys to that Audi R8!

Locke raised an eyebrow.

no!

Locke seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly darkened.

He just got his license plate. It is true that 24 hours have passed in the car, but it has not passed 72 hours. Netizens all know that the time to rescue the hostages is golden 72 hours, not to mention What about the car.

Again.

The insurance company has already paid for it twice, so you can't grab a sheep and smash it hard.

But if you want George to let go of the textile factory's transfer target tomorrow, it seems that there is no way but the unparalleled assassin.

even……

Based on the design of the unparalleled assassin, who only kills guilty people, if you want to attract and divert George's attention at the first time, you can only operate it through his side.

Locke looked at the time on the computer, it was already twelve o'clock.

next second.

With a shake of his right hand, Locke took out the sunglasses in the inventory and put them on.

It's getting late, it's time to prepare.

otherwise……

The day lilies are getting cold.

six o'clock.

When the first ray of sun in the morning hit New York City, Sheriff George Stacy, who was resting against a locker at the NYPD headquarters, opened his eyes abruptly: "Action!"

"Yes!"

"clear!"

"Dress!"

"Notify the Secret Service."

"Okay, boss."

With George's order, the police officers in the lounge opened their eyes one by one, got up, and took out the NYPD-printed body armor from the cabinet.

Dressing is very fast.

In almost a minute, with various clacking sounds, many police officers, including George and Kate, were ready.

at this time.

George just took out the wanted notice, just when he was about to announce the target of the action.

Jingle Bell!

The rapid ringing of the phone broke the tension.

George frowned slightly, a little displeased, but the next second, he found out that the ringtone was from his cell phone.

"Gwen, I am now..."

Before George's words were finished, Gwen's nervous voice came over the phone.

"Dad, Locke called and said that the car thief stole his car again, and Locke seems to have been discovered. He kidnapped Locke!"

"..."