A Certain Marvel Super Player

Eleven, destiny is in me

"Gwen?"

"Locke, aren't you at home?"

"No, what's wrong."

"My mother asked me to bring you something and said thank you, when will you be back, or you can tell me the address and I'll go over there."

"……Do it."

"No, if you don't tell me, I'll let my dad locate your phone."

"...I'll be there in half an hour."

"it is good!"

At the entrance of Xingchen Building, Gwen brought two insulation boxes and put away the phone, with a smile on his face that gave people a very comfortable smile.

Countryside New Jersey next door.

Locke put away the phone speechlessly and shook his head.

Next to him is a shivering taxi driver.

Locke turned to look and sighed.

I wanted to check the information.

never mind.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

In a small alley, Rock with sunglasses walked out of the taxi and walked into a building. After a while, Rock, who took off his sunglasses, pushed a few boxes of things he purchased and returned to himself. car here.

Soon.

The Audi R8 was on the road. When he left the supermarket, there was a police car with a whimper, passing by Locke's Audi R8, and driving towards the unmonitored alley where the taxi was parked.

Twenty minutes later.

Locke lowered the car window and looked at Gwen wearing a cute plush hat at the entrance of the Star Building: "Gwen."

Gwen looked back.

After a few minutes.

According to Gwen, Locke took the dessert that Helen personally made to express her gratitude and returned to the twenty-eighth floor of the Xingchen Building.

"Boom!"

Locke took out a wine glass, two ice cubes from the refrigerator, poured a glass of bourbon, took a sip, and his eyes flickered slightly.

"system!"

"Ding! 』

"Name: Locke Broughton (sole player)"

"Achievement point: 300 (can be used to purchase items in the achievement mall)"

"Potential Points: 4300 (can be used to upgrade own skills)"

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

"Common skills: driving (beginner), English (ninth grade), history (ninth grade), mathematics (ninth grade), chemistry (ninth grade), 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: My fate is up to me (in progress)"

Originally, the achievement point was 2800, and the chemistry class gave it 500. Then, I gave 1000 to the prerequisite task of my life, and I also gave a treasure refresh coupon.

result……

Once refreshed, 50,000 advanced rubbing cards will be 5,000 off.

Gee.

I am too extravagant.

Leave it, when you meet the ancient one, how good it is to use it, the worst, you can also copy out a mirror magic.

Also said to save money to buy the sun god.

Save your ass.

The corners of Locke's mouth twitched, looking at the achievement point that had shrunk from four digits to three digits again, distressed.

but……

never mind.

This is a necessary investment.

in no hurry.

To develop a game, if you want to do it in one step, it will definitely not work, unless krypton gold.

but……

This game does not have any recharge channels, and it is self-produced and sold. At first glance, it is definitely not a game produced by penguins or pig farms.

Fortunately, there are nearly 4,000 potential points.

"System, how many potential points do you need to upgrade the "Spear Throwing Technique"?"

"Upgrade spear throwing to advanced,

Need to consume 10000 potential points, whether to confirm the upgrade. 』

"Confirm...recognize a ghost!"

"I really am a poor man."

Locke thought about his current savings, and when he saw that it was less than a quarter of his potential points, he seriously doubted whether he would not have enough to buy the achievement points of the Sun God when he was in his seventies and eighties.

Everything costs money.

special.

Where are you going to make waves?

……and many more.

Directly to the textile factory, is it big?

Locke raised his eyebrows.

He originally wanted the taxi driver to lead him all the way towards the textile factory.

Locke takes revenge, never overnight.

Originally, he was thinking of taking his time in New York, at least, to stand firm and slow down.

but……

The idea is good, the reality is cruel.

Well, his name actually appeared on the Destiny Textile Machine.

special.

If you hang sheep's head and sell dog meat, you simply sell low, like a bitch, standing up and down.

Ah.

Locke shook his head speechlessly, thinking of the complexion of the old nigger, tsk tut twice, and secretly said, if it was black, it would not be surprising.

At the same time, Locke also knew what happened to his car from the killer intern.

That Mr. Y has been tracking down the cross since Mr. X's death.

Mr. Y is dead.

Obviously the cross did it.

As for why it fell from the sky, there is no doubt that the cross must have thrown Mr. Y from the plane, and then, by coincidence, directly hit Locke's Audi R8.

MMP.

Locke drank the bourbon in the cup: "The system, brought the textile factory, so many killers, are there no tasks?"

The words fall.

"Ding! 』

"Generating task. 』

"Mission: Destiny is mine! 』

"Basic Rewards for Missions: "Achievement Points*200", "Potential Points*200", "Treasure Refresh Tickets*1""

"Mission description: "You are a player, destiny is yours, but they don't know, go and tell them about this!"

"Mission Note: "During the mission, any enemy faction that is destroyed will receive basic rewards!"

"Mission Note 2: "Come, you want a wave of fat, come, seize the opportunity, tell them, players, only care about rewards, don't care about other, as long as there are enough rewards, God will show you!"

"Mission Note 3: Story-based missions, the bigger the scene, the bigger the bonus! 』

『The reward for the mission (my fate is beyond my control) is still settled! 』

"..."

Locke: "System, I love you."

system:"……"

Locke was a little excited.

good guy.

What do you want.

But……

Why did he instigate the system to come on a mission when he left Texas, and when he slaughtered the gang, there was no response at all?

never mind.

Locke shook his head, those were no longer important.