A Certain Marvel Super Player

Of course he didn't tell George.

After all, I just came back yesterday. I can't just tell George when I got off the car yesterday, "Hey, George, I want to go to sea with Gwen during the New Year, so I won't spend the New Year with you?"

George will go crazy.

In George's opinion, this time he and Gwen went to Augusta, it was considered an elopement. They called three times a day, morning, noon and night, and were never absent. Once when Gwen went to take a shower, she didn't receive a call and called directly. On to Locke Mobile.

Then……

Gwen spoke.

At that time, Locke could clearly feel that George on the other end of the phone was heartbeating faster and breathing heavier. If he were in the same city in New York, Locke had no doubt that George would directly order the New York Police Department to surround his room.

but.

Locke looked at Gwen who was looking at her and nodded with a smile, saying, "I will tell George this when I go fishing with him this week."

Hope George agrees.

If he didn't agree, Locke felt that George might regret why he didn't wear a helmet while fishing by himself.

Locke thought so in his heart.

In the afternoon.

Locke and Gwen say goodbye to Cindy and Kahn.

In fact, Zhongcheng University had a holiday yesterday, but it was a holiday based on happy education. If you want to receive quality education, today is actually an official holiday.

After Gwen got in the car, she fastened her seat belt and looked at Locke who was driving: "Would you like to go to our house for dinner?"

Locke smiled and shook his phone: "When I went to Augusta, I left something with Chester. I'm going to take it home."

Gwen's eyes lit up: "Do you need my help?"

Locke thought for a while: "You can help, but you have to lie to your father."

"ha?"

"Guess what it is."

Gwen looked at Locke with a mysterious smile on his face, and then, he understood, and then said helplessly: "You should know that if you are caught by the New York Police Department, you will be punished, my dad. I definitely won’t help you.”

Locke felt thankful that George didn't add insult to injury.

but……

Locke shrugged: "I'm a cowboy, and I don't drink in public."

Gwen shook his head: "Okay, then I won't go with you, but you'd better hide it better. Dad came back last time, but he told me where you hid the wine."

Locke looked at Gwen: "Make up a message and send it to me. I can check it somewhere else?"

Gwen gave Locke a direct roll of his eyes: "...Okay."

The corners of Locke's mouth rose.

look.

It's so good to have an internal response.

Poor George, I'm afraid he hasn't thought that his little cotton-padded jacket is already leaking to such an extent.

soon.

After Locke sent Gwen home, he went to Chester's home, carried the ten bottles of Thunder Bourbon he purchased to his car, and then fought all the way home.

soon.

Ten bottles of Thunder Bourbon were all transported back to the Star Building.

Locke looked at the empty bar counter and smacked his lips: "If you want to fill it up, after this year, you still have to wait four years."

I don’t know if the houses here can last another four years.

Bah bah bah!

Locke shook his head, feeling the buried clone on Augusta's side, and directly chose to interrupt the energy transmission of the clone there, and then used the golden apple to materialize Locke.

It's quiet at night.

The car is speeding!

Brooklyn, a warehouse in an industrial area.

Locke, wearing sunglasses, sat in the car. After making a phone call, he flashed his headlights twice. After a while, not far away, a closed warehouse door slowly opened.

Locke laughed, drove, and drove straight in.

get off.

Locke glanced at the guards holding firearms on both sides, chuckled, and shook hands with an old man with white hair who came over there: "Doctor Keller, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

Whether it's Locke or Wushuang wearing glasses, politeness is always maintained.

and.

This time, Locke had something to ask for from Dr. Hans Keller.

Hans Keller.

The gold medal plastic surgeon in the criminal world.

A transformed magician.

If you commit a crime, if you can find Dr. Hans Keller in front of you, then he will use his magical hands to completely change your appearance.

but……

Hans Keller charges a lot of money.

Generally, those who can find Hans Keller and get Hans Keller to take orders are famous jewelry thieves.

It seems to be a consensus that thieves are richer than killers.

The same is true for the Eastern Kingdom.

The handsome thief Chu Liuxiang.

Be a thief.

Pirate Saint White Jade Hall.

Uh...that doesn't count. If you don't do your job properly, you can't blame others.

In short, you have never heard that some killers are rich.

Hans Keller looked at Locke who, like the legend, likes to wear suits, even late at night, always wears sunglasses, and leather gloves at all times, and reluctantly smiled: "This way, please."

If he had a choice, he would never take this order.

The main reason why he chose the jewel thieves was not because they were rich, but because they didn't have the heart to be a killer. Don't worry, they would silence him after they finished their service.

but……

Hans Keller had no choice.

He could only hope and hope that this time the Wushuang Assassin would be the same as the guests he received as an exception last time.

correct.

The last client who asked him to make an exception was Raymond Reddington!

Locke seemed to have seen through the thoughts of Dr. Keller who was walking in front, and the corner of his mouth turned upward and said: "Relax, Doctor Keller, I never kill innocent people, right? This is why you chose to take my order after weighing it. Isn’t it?”

What's the trade-off?

MMP.

If you hadn't knocked on my window and door in the middle of the night, it would be strange for me to pay any attention to you.

If you are able, please send an email in advance. Take a look and see if I will just fly away. I can't afford to offend you murderous devils. Am I still unable to hide?

As long as he has money, he can live like a king even in a country where potatoes are grown.

Dr. Hans Keller forced a smile again and led Locke into a ward that looked like a modern operating room. Then, he turned around, nodded towards Locke, and waved to the two nurses in the room. Just left.

Locke put his hands in his pockets, looked at the girl who was leaning on the hospital bed and looking at him, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "Have you chosen the new face you want, Carrie?"

Carrie looked at Locke: "Why?"

Yes.

Carrie!

The corpse dug out from under the ruins was not Carrie's, but a clone of Carrie created by Locke using golden apples.

The real Carrie was packed up by Locke as early as that night, rented a black plane, and was transported here.

Locke walked over, pulled out the chair, grabbed an orange on the bedside table, picked it up, and looked at Carrie: "My power is for killing people, not for suicide."

That night.

Carrie did not choose to use the blood bottle to save her mother, but wanted to die with her mother.

The effort of three strikes and five divided by two.

Locke broke off the peeled orange and handed half of it to Carrie who was looking at him. He smiled and said: "Your actions that night were obviously impulsive and not a decision made after careful consideration. Now, if you want If you want to commit suicide, no one can stop you, right?"

Carrie looked down at the oranges handed to her and fell silent.

"Many people have died. I am a devil. My mother said I am the daughter of the devil."

"They are guilty."

Locke spoke softly: "In the beginning, when you wanted to have power, didn't you just think that if you had power, no one would be able to bully you? Moreover, those who died were those who had laughed at you and humiliated you. Have you let go of people who have helped you even when you were angry, such as...Teacher Desjardins?"

Carrie's eyes twinkled.

During the dance, she almost lost her mind and had only one thought.

die.

They all deserve to die.

She even lifted Teacher Desjardins up at one point, intending to throw Desjardins into the water full of electricity and electrocute him alive.

but……

Carrie's reason prevailed and she recognized that she was the only teacher in the school who stood up to help her when she was bullied, and upheld justice for her and punished the bullies.

"And Sue!"

"Su?"

"right."

Locke said with a smile: "Although Su also played pranks on you when you were planning to bury you and your mother, because Su already knew that her behavior was wrong, she already knew her mistake, so you have forgiven her. Did she push Su out of the house at the last moment?"

Carrie pursed her lips: "Su..."

Locke said: "Look, the dead are all deserved, undead, and innocent. You didn't touch them. Do you think this would happen if you were a devil?"

Carrie looked at Locke, hesitated, and shook her head.

Locke smiled brightly and put the last few peeled orange segments into Carrie's hands: "Now, you have a new life. Choose a new face and start over. Your future is far better than those damn things. Everyone’s future must be bright, I promise.”

At any rate, he was also the first subordinate he recruited.

If he died so easily, where would he, the future boss of M78 Nebula, put his face?

Moreover.

Carrie is a witch.

Locke would never change his career to a witch if he was beaten to death. This thing is just like cross-dressing, only zero and countless times.

He would rather be an ordinary person.

Therefore, at this time, it is very necessary to have a witch helper.

Locke patted Carrie's bed, stood up, and walked outside: "I look forward to your new life, Carrie."

"……etc."

"Um?"

Locke turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Carrie looked at Locke who had walked to the door and asked, "Why?"

Locke: "..."