A Certain Marvel Super Player

George never gave up the idea of ​​​​finding the Wushuang assassin.

After all, who allowed the incomparable assassin to provoke the New York Police Department and even kidnap his future son-in-law when he was a police detective?

Although George no longer needs to go out on the field, he is always paying attention to the Peerless Assassin.

Locke's Audi was naturally the object of George's attention.

The unparalleled assassin loves it, otherwise, he wouldn't use a disposable one for every mission, whether it was against the textile factory or the moment he killed someone at the prison gate.

George ordered the police officers responsible for patrolling the New York port to check whether Locke's Audi was still there three times a day and whether there were any signs of being tampered with. Even the surveillance of the port was almost in full working order.

but.

The Wushuang Assassin didn't catch him, but he caught a large wave of thieves, at least five groups, who planned to come to the port to steal cars.

Those car thieves had just destroyed the surveillance camera, and then, not even five minutes had passed, before they drove out of the port, they were beaten by the police who arrived.

With George's care, the port parking lot, where three cars would disappear every day, actually maintained a situation where not a single car was lost, which greatly improved the safety and living standards of the port.

Even the wife of the owner of the New York Port Company specifically mentioned George's actions when having dinner with the current mayor, Ms. Casey. For this reason, Ms. Casey specially invited George and Helen to have lunch, which was an unexpected surprise. , something George never expected.

but……

No trace of the Wushuang assassin was found.

Locke smiled in his heart. Nonsense, he had already gone to the sea to play PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds and Atlantic Rim. Others were not in New York. How could the Wushuang Assassin be in New York?

Helen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Gwen behind her: "Your father is already crazy. The most information in the study room recently is about this unparalleled assassin. He has even contacted his friends in Texas and is coming. I’m studying all the files on the Peerless Assassin.”

Gwen smiled and said: "I believe dad can do it, right, Locke."

Locke nodded.

Flattered.

Good guy, my future father-in-law cares so much about him and wants to find him and throw him into prison. What should I do? Wait online. It’s not urgent or not urgent.

George also snorted: "I will definitely catch this guy!"

The justice of lynching is not justice.

George firmly believed in this.

At night.

A large number of people have gathered in the New York port at this moment. For this reason, the New York Police Department had to send enough police officers to maintain order here.

In fact, anyone who wants to enter the New York port needs to be searched to ensure that they are not carrying any weapons.

no way.

All members of the Poseidon were killed, and only eleven people survived. However, behind the more than 3,000 victims, there were at least more than 3,000 families.

What if some angry family members of the victims turn their anger onto the survivors?

Not to mention, one of the survivors this time is a family member of the New York Police Department.

so……

The port is extremely safe tonight. The port dock where the Poseidon was docked has been vacated. In the sky, three helicopters from the New York Police Department were hovering.

Countless people gathered at the port, crying and wailing.

When Locke and others arrived in New York, it was confirmed that the Poseidon had encountered huge waves and had sunk. The news that there were no survivors had been confirmed and was reported by major media in New York.

The hope in the hearts of countless families of the victims was completely shattered.

this day.

Hospitals across New York City are also extremely busy.

When Locke and Gwen took a taxi to the port, they couldn't help but blinked when they saw the sea of ​​people inside.

at this time.

A homeless man came over and looked at Locke and Gwen: "You two, you are also here to attend the candlelight memorial service."

Said.

Before Locke and Gwen could nod, the homeless man took out two candles from his arms and handed them to Locke and Gwen.

Locke looked at the candle Gwen took and looked at the homeless man: "How much?"

The homeless man waved his hand: "I don't make this kind of money."

Finished.

The homeless man looked not far away, and then got out of the taxi. A couple whose eyes were red from crying walked over and took out two candles without charging any money.

Compared with this homeless man, a little black man not far away who was also carrying a cardboard box with a joyful smile on his face and selling candles for five dollars seemed particularly dazzling.

Locke narrowed his eyes: "Gwen, I want to tell you something."

Gwen looked at Locke curiously.

Locke looked at Xiao Hei, who was full of joy and made a fortune, and said in a deep voice: "I'm not racist, but this picture is a bit too ironic."

Gwen followed Locke's gaze and looked at Xiao Hei, who was hawking candles and even pestering an obvious family member of the victim, with an endless smile on his face, and pursed her lips: "There are always a few with low quality."

Locke nodded: "I agree."

But don't completely agree.

With dark skin, few people are of high quality.

With this thought in mind, Locke took out something from the inventory, and with a snap, it landed on the homeless man and the little black guy respectively, and then said to Gwen: "Let's go in."

He doesn't like to meddle in other people's business.

but……

This time is different.

Entered the port.

soon.

Locke and Gwen have found the main force.

even……

"Pepper?"

Gwen looked at Pepper Potts, who was wearing jeans and a less conspicuous jacket, and seemed a little surprised.

Pepper said, "Sorry, I couldn't come back with you."

Several people waved their hands to express understanding.

If Pepper had been on that plane, they would have been surrounded by the media, and probably wouldn't even have any time to rest.

Locke and Dylan stood aside.

One person and one cigarette.

Dylan looked at the dock where the Poseidon once docked and said, "I plan to stabilize."

Locke was not surprised at all: "Congratulations."

"Lend me some money."

"..."

MMP!

You, an old man in his thirties, borrow money from me, who is seventeen years old and still a child? Is this reasonable?

This requires a replacement, and Locke has already made a move.

Dylan looked at Locke who looked at him with an inexplicable look, his expression was very melancholy: "All my savings are on the Poseidon."

He won millions.

but……

All gone.

After all, when the huge waves hit, he had not yet had time to redeem the chips in his hand.

so.

Dylan said: "If you don't support me, I'm afraid I will go bankrupt."

Locke asked curiously: "Then where did you live just now?"

"Maggie's house is on the Upper East Side, quite close to the Star Building where you live."

"You can continue."

"no."

Dylan shook his head: "Maggie's ex-husband was just too lazy to do anything, so Maggie divorced him because she couldn't bear it. I must have some money, otherwise, I guess I will end up like that ex-husband."

Locke thought about Dylan's skills: "Then what are you going to do?"

This thing...

Apart from the submariner's skills, the rest is probably gambling.

Dylan took a deep breath of cigarette and blew out a smoke ring: "Let's set up a fire protection company. In the early stage, Robert said that he had fire equipment business from several factories that he could give me, and then Pepper also said that some small fire protection equipment could be sold to me. You can give it to me, now we just need the start-up capital.”

Robert was the former mayor of New York. People who can run for mayor are not capitalists. They will become capitalists after becoming mayor. It is not surprising that there are several companies.

After all, a boat ticket costs 250,000 yuan.

Needless to say, Pepper, although Stark Industries is now under the management of Tony Stark's godfather Obadiah Stane, Pepper can still propose such a small business worth tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Replace it.

after all……

We all gathered together to form a friendship that narrowly escaped death. If a few of them had not been younger, they would have formed a blood alliance and become half-brothers after narrowly escaping from death.

With this in mind, Locke threw away the cigarette butt: "How much do you want?"

Dylan thought for a while: "Fifty... no, three hundred thousand, that's really not enough. I'll find a chance to go to Las Vegas a few times, and I'll definitely pay it back to you within a year."

Locke glanced at Dylan: "Three hundred thousand? So little, where do you live?"

Dylan shrugged: "Let's find a motel and squat for a while."

Locke chuckled, took out a brand new checkbook from his arms, wrote down three million, signed his name, tore it off and handed it to Dylan: "You can pay it back anytime."

He made a net profit of more than 50 million on the Poseidon.

three million?

drizzle.

Locke felt that if it weren't for the extra money at night, he felt like he could say goodbye to his career as a killer.

but……

Assassination missions also have rewards. No matter how small the fly is, it is still meat. The money may not be earned by saving, but you can definitely save money.

As for why you are so generous.

Locke doesn't have many friends, but if he is a friend, Locke will help him.

Three million is just a small amount to him.

Dylan looked at the check in his hand, his face was happy, and then he asked curiously: "Aren't your wallets and everything else in the Poseidon like ours?"

Locke put away his checkbook: "If you have 50 million in the bank, you can have the bank manager come to your house to find you at night."

Dylan: "..."

After Locke was sent back to the Star Building by George at noon, the bank manager brought him a brand new bank card and a brand new checkbook in the afternoon.

This is the Federation.

Money is the federation of heaven!

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