A Certain Marvel Super Player

This is the real big scene.

Since this counterfeit dared to use his name, he should have thought that he would be forced out.

No real serial murderer will tolerate an impostor. However, serial murderers dare not show up, so they have no channel to speak out if they are used.

Either he would be like Bloody John in California, he would kill anyone who dared to impersonate him.

Or just hold it in.

There are only two options.

But Locke is not a serial murderer. He admits that he is a sinner, but he will not admit that he is a murderer. Therefore, Locke can choose the third way.

In front of the camera, Locke has his hands in his pockets, looking as elegant as a British gentleman.

"If you're watching TV, I have a little suggestion for you."

The corner of Locke's mouth raised as he stared at the camera: "Run, run now, run far away, because I will chase you soon, and when I catch up with you, you will not die. I will face the almighty I swear to the Lord, but your life will be worse than death, and I will let you know what the consequences will be like for pretending to be me.”

In his words, Locke made no secret of his murderous intention.

He doesn't mind someone pretending to be a Wushuang assassin.

But he was very concerned about the fact that someone was using the name of an unparalleled assassin to commit murder and swindle goods.

"hehe!"

After Locke finished speaking, he suddenly smiled and sat on the sofa again. He looked at Patty who was breaking out in a cold sweat. After all, he had just indirectly faced his murderous intention. He smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I was a little out of control."

Patty smiled reluctantly. At this moment, she finally knew that although Locke acted like an ordinary person, even like an elegant gentleman, in essence, Locke was a killer, and moreover, an unscrupulous killer.

Locke stood up, straightened his tie, and looked at Patty: "Okay, I'm done talking about my business. If I bother you, I'll go first. Let's call."

The corners of Patty's mouth twitched.

I'm going to change the phone tomorrow morning.

only……

This building has been surrounded by the New York Police Department, FBI and Homeland Security. How is he going to get out?

Patty looked at Locke who was already walking towards the door and couldn't help but think.

at this time.

Locke stopped.

Everyone in the studio suddenly felt sad, and then felt sad.

It's over.

They are going to be silenced.

only……

Locke turned around, looked at Patty who stood up in front of the camera, and said, "Next time I come over, please invite Barbara, the Queen of New York Weather, to come. With all due respect, you are not a professional host."

A professional host should know how to liven up the atmosphere.

But Patty?

If it weren't for the fact that Patty was George's high school ex-girlfriend, Locke wouldn't have given Patty such a photogenic opportunity.

really.

Relationships are needed everywhere in life.

Locke shook his head, holding the individual missile in his hand with one hand, and then, holding the remote control in one hand, he ignored the two special service members at the door and pushed the door open.

Everyone in the studio looked at each other in confusion.

This is...

it's over?

They survived.

Patty, who was on stage in front of the camera, looked extremely confused.

In the corridor.

After Locke walked into the elevator, he tilted his head and stared at the elevator door. The two agents pointed guns at him and smiled: "Aren't you going to go down together?"

The two special agents had expressionless faces, pointing their guns at Locke who was holding the missile.

Locke shook his head, released the elevator button, and waved to the two special agents as the elevator closed slowly: "Goodbye then."

Ding!

The elevator goes down!

The two special agents gasped for air while using the radio to contact the personnel downstairs: "The target has gone down. Repeat, the target has gone down."

The lobby on the first floor of the building.

"Hurry up!

"aim!"

"No shooting allowed without my signal!"

George, Colin from the FBI, and Ms. Hand, the SHIELD New York commander disguised as Homeland Security, led their elite troops and directly surrounded the hall. Then, they watched from a distance as the more and more people came. The closer to the elevator.

third floor.

Second floor.

First floor.

Ding!

There was a crisp sound of the elevator arriving, and then there was the sound of countless weapons being loaded rapidly.

"Yo!"

Lockti pulled the individual missile and walked out of the elevator. Looking at the scene in front of him, he was a little flattered: "Wow, such a big scene is amazing."

George took a deep breath, his eyebrows pounding, looking at the individual missile in Locke's hand, and said loudly: "Wushuang, you have been surrounded."

Locke tilted his head: "I don't think it's right."

"What?"

Locke changed the individual missile to his left hand, and then with a flick of his right hand, a pistol appeared in his hand. The pistol was not pointed at the person, but aimed at the bullet in his left hand.

"To be precise..."

Locke looked at George with a smile on his face: "Officer Stacey, it should be said that you are surrounded by me."

Once the missile produced by Stark explodes in his hand, the building will be completely destroyed.

hateful.

Damn Magneto, he went back to nurse the child and hasn’t come back yet, otherwise, Locke could have learned the assassin’s ultimate skill, Leap of Faith, from Magneto.”

Locke turned on the safety of the pistol and looked at the array of explosion-proof shields, submachine guns, and sniper rifles lined up in front of him with a smile: "In five minutes, I'm going to see an Audi parked there. door, otherwise, everyone would have died together.”

George and everyone were dumbfounded.

Walter messed with Falk?

George sneered directly: "This is not..."

"boom!"

Locke shot directly at the missile, and the fire suddenly appeared.

Everyone present was shocked.

“Once is good luck.”

Locke also let out a sigh, then looked back at George and the other police officers present: "I won't kill innocent people, but I can commit suicide. Do you want me to fire two more shots? Give it a try and see if you can He will be buried with me."

Director Colin of the FBI had weak legs and was sweating profusely. Just now, he almost thought he was really going to see God: "George..."

Ms. Hand next to her also took a breath and looked at Locke as if she were looking at a madman.

A madman who doesn't care about his own life.

Ms. Hand also said in a low voice: "George, there are no hostage casualties. Washington is also paying attention here. There are many hostages upstairs."

George was expressionless and stared at Locke.

Locke chuckled.

Pull the trigger.

"Wait a moment!"

"boom!"

Locke swung the gun, and the bullet instantly hit the ground with the missile. He looked at George with a bright smile: "Officer Stacey, how is Officer Jeff Martin? Is he okay?"

George's eyebrows were beating, and he yelled at the people behind him, looking for an Audi to come over, and then looked at Locke with his chest rising and falling: "I will catch you, Wushuang, I swear."

Locke nodded: "Very good, I enjoy this feeling too. By the way, I heard that your daughter is in a relationship with the boy who was identified as my accomplice by Homeland Security?"

Hand next to him had his eyebrows pounding.

Locke smiled and said: "Okay, I admit, he is my accomplice. Maybe you can use him to seduce me, hahaha."

George clenched his fists: "Madman!"

Locke stopped speaking: "You are an idealist, George, and I am too, but you believe in the law, and what I see are the scum that the law cannot punish. I just did what I should do, as a People should be able to do things.”

"You are not qualified to judge others."

"I agree."

While Locke was waiting for the bus, he didn't mind chatting more with George: "Look, I never said you shouldn't arrest me, and I don't think I'm a judge or a vigilante or anything like that. You can Come and get me, I won’t stop you, after all, it’s your job and I support your job, George.”

George deadpanned.

Locke smiled, looked at what was already parked there, and looked directly at George and the other police officers present: "Let me tell you in advance, this missile is also connected to my heartbeat. If I die , this missile will explode. By the way, there is also one on the ceiling of the twenty-eighth floor. I’m leaving first. Good night, Officer Stacey.”

Finished.

Locke lifted his feet and left.

Crash.

A passage leading directly from the elevator to the door was blocked by the police.

"Sir!"

"I have a better eye, can shoot, repeat, can shoot."

A sniper squatting on the building opposite looked at Locke in his scope and asked for instructions to shoot.

but……

George gave a direct order to cancel the shooting.

soon.

Locke came to the roadside surrounded by a crowd of people behind him, opened the back seat, and casually threw the missile into the back seat. Then he arranged his suit and faced the three representatives of the law enforcement agencies at the door of the building. , raised his chin slightly: "Goodbye, everyone, you can come and try to chase me."

Finished.

Locke got in the car, started the ignition, and with a buzz, the Audi instantly jumped out like a flying arrow.

boom!

Locke put his right hand on the handbrake. On the back seat, the missile gradually merged and began to form a perfect golden bracelet on Locke's right arm like a squirming gold liquid.

Yes.

That missile was conjured up using an unparalleled artifact. If Locke wanted the missile to explode, one bullet would be enough. But if Locke didn't want it, then even if Locke hit it with a real missile, it would be impossible for it to explode.

"Sir."

"How about it."

"No!"

The explosion-proof team members ran to George, shook their heads and said, "We have searched the entire twenty-eighth floor and found no traces of missiles or any explosive materials."

Colin frowned and said, "We were fooled?"

George turned to look at Colin: "You prepared the car. Tell me, did you send someone to follow it?"

Colin said: "Of course we sent people to follow him."

"where?"

"..."