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On Christmas Eve, December 24th, Jennifer left for the company early in the morning. She needed to report to the company in advance to prepare for the company's reception. She mainly followed the regular employees and the party company to handle various chores for the evening reception, setting up the venue, etc. .

Locke can only come to the library to read alone. This is also a habit he has developed. Compared with his previous life when he had nothing to do but read novels and play games, Locke is obviously more active in this life.

Until the evening, Locke drove a rented car to the underground garage, took the elevator to the front desk of the lobby, and chatted with the front desk for a few words.

In the past few days, he came to pick Jennifer up from get off work. The front desk also became familiar with Locke, and after asking a few questions, he let her go.

When they reached the 30th floor, the elevator door dinged open, and a noisy and noisy scene appeared in front of Locke.

Stepping out of the elevator and looking for the person he was looking for in the crowd, Locke soon saw Jennifer who was acting as a temporary waiter.

Seeing Jennifer's dress, Locke whistled: "It looks like there will be an exciting Christmas night tonight."

Smiling and muttering to himself, Locke walked towards Jennifer and hugged her.

"Ah!" Jennifer yelled softly, turned around and recognized Locke: "Scared me to death!"

Holding Jennifer's hand to prevent her from dropping the tray, Locke smiled and said, "It's a surprise."

Jennifer and Locke arrived on the 34th floor, which was the chairman's reception room. At this time, the employees were enjoying the party on the 30th floor, and there was no one here.

"You bastard, can't you wait any longer?"

Locke did not answer, but blocked Jennifer's hot lips, and the two people communicated here.

Jennifer was wearing a slim-fitting women's suit, and the suit skirt was about ten centimeters above her knees. She was dressed like a standard professional woman. Locke lifted up the skirt with a little force, and his hands became dishonest.

For men, uniforms are indeed a catalyst, and Locke is very interested at this time.

Jennifer seemed to be infected too. She clamped her legs around Locke's waist and was lifted up by him. The two of them were entangled for a while. Locke chuckled and said: "My beautiful lady is so considerate. These stockings I bought are worth the money." "

Jennifer's eyes were as charming as silk, her breathing was heavy, and she didn't answer his words.

She had obviously been prepared for it. Whether it was her outfit or her stockings, they were all Locke's favorite type.

More than an hour later, Jennifer was leaning softly on the luxurious sofa in the living room, her eyes blurred. Locke packed up and came to the window, looking at the street scene in Los Angeles outside.

"How many more days can you stay?" After a while, Jennifer's voice came from behind.

"Three or four days. Your father will be here by then. I don't want to face his face."

Jennifer's father always had a bad look on Locke's face every time he saw him, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Locke said, and took out a gift box from the inner pocket of his jacket, and came to sit next to Jennifer.

"Christmas gift?" Jennifer took it with a smile and opened the outer package. It was a jewelry box marked with the Tiffany trademark.

"Isn't this a ring?!" Jennifer looked at Locke with a smile.

"You'll know when you open it."

"Okay." Jennifer opened the box and inside was a pair of diamond earrings.

After taking a look at the price tag, Jennifer was slightly startled: "Six thousand dollars? This is too expensive!"

"Believe me, this is nothing." Locke smiled and took out the earrings: "I'll put them on for you."

Naturally, the label cannot be removed, otherwise who would know whether the jewelry is six thousand dollars or six dollars. Locke has always been upright.

While Jennifer was pleasantly surprised, there were also some complications. She and Locke were not even boyfriend and girlfriend, and their relationship had actually ended since her graduation.

Girls like her will never lack suitors, especially in the American university environment. It is not uncommon for beautiful girls to seamlessly connect with each other after breaking up.

After entering college, perhaps because Locke impressed her too deeply, she did not respond to the pursuit of other male classmates for a long time.

A few days ago, she finally agreed to have dinner with a classmate who had been pursuing her and had a good impression on her, but she got the news that Locke had come to Los Angeles to participate in the competition.

She almost broke the appointment without hesitation, because Locke always had a charm that she couldn't refuse, even if she knew he was a playboy.

After Locke left again, she didn't know how long it would take for her to force herself not to think about this bastard again.

"Very suitable for you."

Locke's words brought back Jennifer's thoughts. Since everything was like this, she might as well enjoy this moment. Thinking of this, she put her hands on Locke's shoulders and greeted him with red lips.

"boom!!!"

At this moment, a violent explosion came, and both people stopped moving.

"What's going on?" Jennifer was slightly stunned.

The sound came from across the street. Locke quickly came to the window and immediately saw the fire and billowing smoke coming from the building across the street.

"This is not like a natural gas pipeline explosion or something." Looking at the aftermath of the explosion, Locke thought: "Instead, it's more like a bomb."

"God, that's Nakatomi Building, what happened?!" Jennifer came to Locke and couldn't help but cover her mouth in surprise.

"Nakatomi Building?!" Locke felt that the name was a little familiar, and he thought about it randomly and quickly in his mind. Finally, he found a movie in his memory. It seemed to be a movie about a police detective named John who faced dozens of robbers alone. An action movie about a guy with a gun.

"How much do you know about the Nakatomi Building and who is their boss?" Locke asked.

"It was a company run by a Japanese. The boss was called Aoki or something. Oriental names are always a bit strange." Jennifer recalled for a moment, then pointed to the street below and said:

"Look, there are police there, my God, they even have armored vehicles coming."

As expected of the United States, the police can take out this kind of thing at will, but ordinary gangsters have nothing to do with this kind of armored vehicle.

Just as Locke was thinking this, the next moment, with a whoosh, a line of fire shot out from the second floor of the building.

"Boom!" The armored vehicle that was driving up the steps was hit by a rocket and turned into a pile of burning scrap metal.

‘It seems that there is more to the world than just sitcoms, but I don’t need to be involved in this kind of thing. ’

The familiar scene made Locke let it go. This was exactly what he had seen in the movie. He was not the kind of person who liked to meddle in other people's business. His first thought was not to cause trouble, but he quickly thought of something.

The robbers' target appeared to be $640 million in bearer bonds stored in Nakatomi's vault.

The name "bearer bonds" may sound quite lofty, but they are actually the treasury bills of the Eastern Kingdom, that is, national debts. However, the figure of US$640 million made Locke unable to help but feel his heart beat violently.

"Probably something big happened, let's go back first." Locke suggested.

Jennifer nodded, and the two of them cleaned up their traces and returned to the 30th floor. They saw almost everyone gathered near the windows to watch what was going on across the street. Some people were observing with telescopes they found from nowhere. Real time reporting.

Locke stood by the window for a while, took the initiative to chat with a few other people, and then quietly left alone while everyone's attention was attracted to the building opposite.

Quickly coming downstairs from the safe passage, Locke used the invisibility technique. According to the plot in his memory, he came to the parking lot, then took the elevator to the twenty-ninth floor.

The $640 million bearer bond is really very fragrant. According to the plot in his memory, the chance of getting it is very high, and the chance of being discovered afterwards is also very small.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Locke heard a huge explosion. He quickly ran upstairs and soon saw a man in a suit leading two people and holding a woman hostage and leaving quickly.

What Locke was most concerned about was the bag held by a robber behind the man in the suit, which contained bonds worth US$640 million.

"Bang!" The robber boy who was walking behind with the bag was punched down by Detective John McClain who was hiding in the corner. The bag in his hand fell to the ground, and the bonds worth 640 million US dollars in it were also scattered. On the ground.

"Hans!" John McClain ignored the bonds. He shouted the name of the robber leader and stood in front of Hans and his younger brother with a UMP in hand.

It could be seen that John was seriously injured, and he limped forward for a short distance: "This is what you came for, for fucking robbery!"

"Put the gun down!"

"Why blow up the whole building Hans."

"If you steal 600 yuan, you can disappear immediately. If you steal 600 million yuan, they will definitely find you at all costs, unless they think you are dead."

Hans put the gun to the head of John McClain's wife, Holly: "Put the gun down and put your hands up now, Detective McClain."

John smiled miserably, slowly lowered the UMP in his hand, and finally threw it aside.

Watching the confrontation between the two sides, Locke, who was still using his invisibility technique, came behind John and put the bonds that fell on the ground into the storage space.

After receiving the bond, Locke quickly left without stopping and returned to the building opposite. He used invisibility skills all the way. Not to mention being invisible to the police and reporters surrounding the building, even with surveillance, it was impossible to detect him. Actions.