A Certain Marvel Super Player

It's one thing to have a locator installed.

It's one thing to arrange for a follower.

but……

When George and the other two arrived, they saw the Hudson River, which seemed to be glowing in the night.

One that had just been borrowed from an auto shop by the FBI was totaled.

"what happened."

"Sir."

A federal agent responsible for tracking looked at the face of his commander Colin and quickly told what happened.

What happened is actually very simple.

They were following normally, and then they watched the car driven by Locke suddenly speed up, and they also speeded up, and then watched it fall straight into the Hudson Valley.

ten minutes later.

A frogman surfaced, shook his head at the three supervisors from different law enforcement agencies on the shore, and said: "The car was found, but the target and the missile were not found."

obviously.

Azu has gone home again.

"Gudongdong!"

Locke took back his clone at home, took a step forward, caught the dropped cell phone, and then walked towards the bar, continuing to communicate with Gwen on the phone.

What was shown on TV was the salvage operation in the Hudson Valley.

Gwen asked on the phone, "What do you think?"

Locke was slightly startled: "What?"

Gwen said: "I just told you, take out 250,000 from the 500,000 and give it to the family of the police officer who failed to rescue. What happened to you tonight? Several times."

Locke smiled and said, "I've said it many times, that's your compensation, you don't need to ask me."

Yes.

The police officer who died could not be saved in the end.

Locke had no intention of saving. He couldn't find any excuse. Again, he was not a virgin because of Gwen, so he found an excuse for himself to save Jeff, but he didn't.

He is not a hero and cannot save everyone.

Gwen, who was in her room, sighed. She was talking on the phone with one hand and watching the salvage work being broadcast live at night on a backup phone with the other hand: "Are you watching the live broadcast?"

Locke raised his head and glanced at the TV: "Yes, fortunately, the one that fell into the river was not mine. I just went to the garage to check and confirmed that my car is still there."

Gwen laughed when she heard this, and then looked at George on the shore on the phone screen: "Dad seems to be angry."

Locke hummed: "George has always wanted to catch this unparalleled assassin."

It's okay to be angry.

As long as you don't get angry and vomit blood, that's fine.

I would like to leave a thought for George. He will not let George sit in the office doing nothing. For a detective like George, if there are no cases to solve, he will grow old quickly.

I am really too kind.

Although tonight's incident was rather sensational, George was not the only one with a dull face. After all, the FBI and Homeland Security were both there.

Again.

Although the Wushuang assassin escaped, there were no hostage casualties. This was already a very good ending, but what George wanted was a perfect ending.

but……

There are not so many perfect endings in this world.

There is a saying.

Regret is beauty.

"correct."

"you say."

"Locke, do you think the murderer was watching TV?"

"I guess so. Didn't you say that the group is noisy? Almost everyone is paying attention to this live broadcast."

"Yes, do you think he is panicking now?"

"have no idea."

Locke said this. He didn't care whether the murderer was panicking or not. He only cared about whether the scene was big enough.

Mission impact bonus coefficient: 50 times! 』

That's great.

Now, as long as you do nothing, catch the murderer and kill him directly, you can get a reward of 50,000 yuan.

but……

Locke's eyes flickered.

This time the live broadcast was fifty times better.

What about another live broadcast?

One hundred times the cap, that's a full reward of one hundred thousand.

Gwen smashed the pillow behind her with her small fist, then leaned back again: "Do you want to hear my psychological profile of this murderer?"

Locke grabbed Bourbon and smiled: "Of course, I thought you said the data was not enough."

Gwen said: "Because I am not sure whether this was done by the Wushuang Assassin. If it was done by the Wushuang Assassin, then the profile is completely different."

"All right."

"I admit that I may be wrong about the profile of the Wushuang Assassin, but I still suspect that this is what the Wushuang Assassin said deliberately to stimulate law enforcement agencies."

"...Is this intuition?"

"So be it."

Gwen laughed, and then said: "However, there is too little data for the Wushuang Assassin to analyze, so there will always be some discrepancies in the mental profile."

Locke smiled.

"But this fake is different."

"Why is it different?"

"This impostor used the Wushuang Assassin's notice, and judging from the first case of the couple, it seems that he had planned it a long time ago. Therefore, he is a man who looks violent on the outside, but full of anger on the inside. For people who don’t have confidence.”

"... Deliberately leaving a notice to mislead the police is indeed a sign of lack of confidence."

Would a named killer or serial murderer learn the signature moves and behaviors of other killers or other serial murderers?

No.

Only an unconfident killer or copycat would do this.

Because the famous killer is not afraid of difficulties.

Just like an unparalleled assassin, what can he do if so many guns are pointed at him? He is not talking and laughing among thousands of troops.

Gwen's side continues.

"He hates the police very much. It is very possible that he has been violently treated by the police. It is also possible that he has spent some time in jail before doing it again."

"this……"

"He killed two police officers, Locke."

"Well……"

Gwen's words continued: "If it were me, I would investigate that couple."

Locke walked to the study and turned on the computer: "Why."

Gwen said: "It's very simple. It may be that the death of the couple turned on his murder button. That notice was probably added by him after the fact, because when the police station found the body, it was already One day had passed, and he had enough time to do this, and then, when he saw the notice at the police station, he thought it was the work of a Wushuang assassin, and then he completely unleashed his beast."

Locke retrieved the file on the death case of the couple and frowned: "But, I didn't hear that the couple lost something."

Gwen shrugged and said, "I don't know, I'm not a professional, I'm just trying to make some reasoning."

Locke smiled and said, "Okay."

It seemed that after talking about this matter, Gwen was also sleepy. After saying good night to Locke, she hung up the phone.

One look at the ongoing call.

Three hours.

Locke touched his chin, and after writing down the expenses for tomorrow, he looked at the file on the computer.

There was nothing special about the couple who died.

The middle class had a cheap apartment building that was to be demolished. After the incident, after George discovered that the notice was forged, he also sent people to check all the residents in the apartment, and they all had alibi.

besides……

Have you been subjected to police brutality and therefore hate the police?

Isn’t this special thing about her perfectly dark complexion?

Locke raised his eyebrows, directly hacked the New York Municipal Government's backend, found the apartment, and retrieved the target he wanted to find.

The next second.

Locke calls him a good guy.

Nothing else.

Although there were two dark-skinned tenants in the couple's apartment building, what surprised Locke was not that, but that the people living in this apartment building all had criminal records, and they had just been released from prison. of.

This couple is a saint.

Locke thought in his mind, just like the East Kingdom, in the Federation, those with criminal records are also discriminated against. At the very least, there are many jobs that people with criminal records cannot do.

In most people's minds, those who have broken the law are always unpopular, especially those who have been in prison.

This is the real society.

If you have broken the law, why can't we discriminate against you? Why can't we despise you?

"Jingle Bell!"

Locke's eyes passed over the heads of tenants with criminal records in the apartment, and then he stared at the satellite phone ringing on the table.

Bowery King, the head of homeless information under New York!

Four o'clock in the morning.

The Queen.

"Cuckoo!"

Countless pigeons under the overpass flapped their wings instantly and flew towards the sky because of the arrival of the uninvited guests. A homeless man curled up under the overpass put his hands in his arms, opened his somewhat blurred eyes and stared at Locke.

Ding!

Locke flicked his right hand and a gold coin fell in front of the homeless man: "Do you know me?"

The tramp looked at Locke, who was approaching and wearing sunglasses. With a grunt, he threw the pistol aside and stood up: "This way, Mr. Wushuang."

Tonight's live broadcast in New York was one of the things that made Locke and the Killer Circle's reputation rise a notch higher.

There are many killers with swagger and swagger in the killer circle, but as bold as Locke, there is no doubt that it cannot be said to be unprecedented, but it can also be said to be unprecedented.

soon.

Following the homeless man in front, he entered the abandoned underground waterway. After turning around in a circle, he came to an open underground space where he could race horses.

A desk.

A wire privately connected from the ground provides the electricity for lighting here.

A strong man with dark skin, but definitely not black skin, was sitting on the office chair behind the desk, smoking a cigar.

Locke reached out and waved the cloud of cigars in front of him: "Jin, if you want to be the Beggar King, then don't smoke these Cuban cigars that cost three hundred dollars a piece."

Bowery King, who had rotten teeth over there, grinned: "Want one?"

Locke's eyes fell on the homeless man who was curled up and motionless, and he said directly: "Is that him?"

…

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