A Certain Marvel Super Player

In the ward.

Just as the doctor said, when the effect of the anesthetic, which was enough to stun ten people, had just worn off, Jeff Martin couldn't wait to wake up and take a breather.

pain.

My whole body aches.

but……

Jeff would rather stand there grinning and gasping for air than refuse any doctor to give him anesthesia.

"You have no idea."

Jeff looked at his friend George who walked in, grinned and said with air conditioning: "What is it like to be in the world? I have been to hell, and it feels so bad there."

The sky is raining ash all the time.

Every breath he took was filled with the rich smell of sulfur.

Jeff was still frightened: "Don't give me anesthesia. I feel fine. Let me enjoy the pain and let me know that I am still alive."

George laughed: "Old man, you are not young anymore. It's good for young people to try new things. We have passed the stage of tasting new things. If you want to feel pain, go to the boxing gym to experience it. That’s great, you can make extra money.”

A human punch bag whose job is to be a police detective is very popular.

It is estimated that someone will spend a hundred dollars to order Jeff's appearance and make his punch bag.

Jeff laughed like a broken gong, then screamed in pain, clutching his chest and grinning: "The person who killed me was not a Wushuang assassin. In fact, he saved me."

He was in hell, walking on the magma road, and when he was about to walk towards the majestic palace ahead, he suddenly felt a rope being tied to his body, and then, like fishing, he was directly caught. People were pulling and whistling, and the surrounding scenes seemed to have gone backwards in an instant.

When he felt something again, he found that he was already in the dissection room. His body was lying on the dissection table, and next to him was a man wearing sunglasses and a suit, grabbing his mouth and filling him. A peerless assassin with some kind of potion.

Jeff could feel that the reason why he came back was because of the potion.

George nodded as he listened to Jeff's words to rectify the name of the unparalleled assassin: "I know."

Notice, the test results from the forensic department have come out.

Counterfeit.

So far, no matching material has been found for the few notices of the Wushuang Assassin retained in the Forensic Section of the New York Police Department, and even a similar material has not been found.

But this time, although the two notices were not ordinary materials, they could be distinguished.

"Who is the murderer?"

"Feel sorry."

Jeff shook his head: "He was wearing a mask, a lightning-shaped mask. I never caught that mask until I died."

Not until death...

Jeff felt weird saying this.

He was not dead, but he knew very well that he had died once.

Jeff thought in his mind, then looked at George in the room and Locke who came in with Gwen, and said: "However, he is a drug addict and not very young. If he hadn't attacked me from behind, I wouldn't have been able to do it at all." We won’t give him a chance to take action, it’s possible that we have captured him before.”

"How to say?"

"He hates us very much. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stabbed me so many times after I was dead."

"..."

Jeff's cause of death was that he was shot, and the stab wounds on his body were all there before he farted. Jeff could guarantee that they were not there.

As for why you say you are an addict?

The New York Police Department has dealt with drug addicts too many times. Even if it is used only once, if forty-eight cases have not disappeared, it can be known with just a glance.

"correct."

Jeff seemed to have thought of something and looked at George: "There was a homeless man in the alley at that time. Have you found him yet?"

George frowned: "Tramp? No."

Jeff said: "There was a homeless man there at the time. If we find him, maybe we can find the damn guy."

George quickly called a police officer and asked him to tell the news to Kate and Jason who were leading the police to conduct a carpet search outside.

Locke stood calmly beside him.

At first he thought he had reached a dead end, but unexpectedly, there was a bright future.

tramp.

Isn't that Bowery King's territory?

Put it this way.

Fifty percent of the many pigeons in New York City are Bowery King's pigeons. At the same time, Bowery King is also one of the partners of the Continental Hotel and controls most of the homeless people in New York.

at this time.

A police officer came in nervously from outside and looked at George in the room: "Sir, the police officer was shot on Fifth Street in the Lower East Side, and the notice also appeared."

George was slightly startled.

Locke also had the same expression of disbelief as Gwen.

Wow wow wow!

A police car and an Audi drove into the Fifth Avenue of the Lower East Side one after another. An alley on the other side of the street was undoubtedly cordoned off.

get off.

George, who was in the police car in front, got out of the car and walked towards Locke and Gwen who got out of the Audi parked in the back. He frowned: "Didn't I tell you not to come over?"

Gwen got out of the car and said, "Dad, this must be another copycat crime."

Both the evidence and Jeff's confession show this.

The Wushuang Assassin seemed to have noticed the case that happened here. Although he did not come forward, he still rescued Jeff and asked Jeff to tell them that he was not responsible for this matter.

George said directly: "This is a crime scene. We can't be sure of this until the evidence comes out. Okay, hurry back to the hospital to be with your mother."

As he spoke, George walked towards the cordon, pointed at Gwen and Locke, and said to the patrolman over there: "Don't let these two people in."

The patrolman nodded.

Since Jeff was confirmed dead yesterday, the entire New York Police Department has formed a huge net, starting from the alley where Jeff died and spreading in all directions.

House after house.

House after house.

complaint?

When the Ministry of Internal Affairs is faced with the shooting of a police officer, any complaints against the police department are ignored. They are already looked down upon by their colleagues. If they make trouble at this time, it will not be a matter of looking down on. .

As for when to stop?

Such behavior depends on when the murderer is shot or caught. If necessary, even if such behavior is spread to cities around New York City, the New York Police Department will do it.

Ms. Casey held a press conference last night to condemn the case and told the media that the New York Police Department would catch the murderer at all costs.

but……

Right now, they haven't caught the murderer yet, and they have lost one more person.

Half an hour ago, a male police officer who was responsible for searching this area for any clues about the shooting suddenly lost contact. When he realized something was wrong and found him, he was already lying in a pool of blood in the alley.

Locke and Gwen stood outside the cordon, looking into the alley.

George held a notice in his hand.

but……

This time it was handwritten.

I thought you came prepared.

Locke laughed in his heart, and George over there also understood, and gestured to the area with his hand towards Kate and Jason who were arriving.

obviously.

This time, the murderer who pretended to be a Wushuang assassin did not come prepared, but acted suddenly. There was only one reason why he could do this. He was discovered by the police officer, or in other words, he was discovered by the police officer. clues.

soon.

A police officer who got into the trash can held up a wallet and stood up from the trash can.

Locke looked closely, and part of the photo in the wallet was exposed.

Jeff Martin's wallet.

This is a full two kilometers away from the alley where Jeff Martin was killed.

Gwen, who was standing nearby, took out the cell phone that she had been thinking about, and the ding-ding-ding sound kept ringing.

"Locke, look at the grade groups."

"Um?"

Locke came back to his senses and looked at the grade group on Gwen's phone. There was no doubt that everyone seemed to know about this matter, and they were constantly reading news about the Wushuang assassin killing another police officer.

The cordon is not far away.

Media reporters carrying various equipment have also swarmed over there, and some have begun to report on the scene that the Wushuang assassin once again killed a police officer.

At night.

After Locke returned from the Continental Hotel, he turned on the TV.

Enter the eyes.

It was reported by New York’s No. 1 TV station.

A female reporter with an iconic look was reporting on the murder news that had been reported in the Lower East Side three hours ago. The male police officer had been rushed to the hospital for rescue.

But whether he can be saved or not really depends on God's will.

Locke, who was sitting on the sofa, narrowed his eyes.

Mission: "Someone is imitating my face!"』

Mission basic rewards: “Achievement Points*1000”, “Potential Points*1000”』

Mission description: "Can you bear this? I can't bear it. Come on, catch him and let him know what cruelty is!"

Mission bonus description: “The greater the impact, the greater the bonus!”』

"Ah."

Locke watched the carnival on TV and the Internet. He couldn't help laughing, and slowly stood up from the sofa: "You want to play with my identity, okay, I'll play with you!"

While talking.

Locke had turned around, walked out of his body, put on his sunglasses, and left the Star Building.

Television 1 Building in New York.

Any hot news is a carnival for the media, which means that the media need to work overtime to join this carnival game as soon as possible.

The journey was smooth.

Locke arrived directly at the studio, which was still in operation.

The two guards at the door looked at Locke who came out of the elevator without any name badge and were slightly startled: "Hey, you are..."

Locke waved his right hand and put the unparalleled artifact on the head of the security guard. He looked at the other security guard and smiled slightly: "Aren't you going to report on me? Now I'm here. Are you surprised?"

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