A Certain Marvel Super Player

On the ground, a homeless man curled up with bruises and swollen face.

After hearing Locke's voice, he couldn't help but tremble.

Locke pulled out his chair and sat down.

"What did you do?"

"You care, how do I treat my people?"

"No."

Locke looked at Bowery King, shook his head and said: "How you deal with your home and your people is your business. I just care about whether the information I spent a lot of money to buy is worth it."

Bowery grinned and said, "I watched the live broadcast tonight."

Locke smiled and looked around. It can't be said that there is everything here, it can also be said that it is completely impoverished. Let alone the TV, there is not even a battle-damaged screen.

Bowery laughed and said, "My friend, this is my office."

Locke hummed.

Being able to set up his office in a sewer with sewage flowing across it is a typical sign of Bowery's brain.

but……

Locke is not here to be a psychiatrist. Gwen is a god of learning. He can perform as well as if he has a krypton gold cheat without using a cheat. But he is not good enough. He needs some skills to upgrade.

And psychological skills are not among Locke's options.

Three thousand potential points, that's also potential points, enough to buy a bunch of small blood bottles.

Moreover, psychology is not very suitable for a doer like Locke.

Bowery then blew out a puff of cigar smoke and nodded slightly.

The two men walked directly to the homeless man with a bruised nose and swollen face, and with a scream, the homeless man was clamped up.

Bowery put away the smile on his face and stared at the homeless man with a cold look: "Tell Mr. Wushuang what you saw."

Locke turned around and looked at the homeless man.

The homeless man tremblingly recounted what happened in the alley yesterday.

This homeless man is the homeless man who was also in the alley as mentioned by Jeff Martin. On the night of the incident, this homeless man was in the paper house he built himself.

What the homeless man told at the beginning was actually similar to what Jeff Martin told him. In fact, he only noticed the outside after Jeff Martin heard a scream and two gunshots.

This tramp is not the kind of unorganized and undisciplined tramp, but an organized tramp. After joining Bowery King, he was taught the three hundred tricks to save a tramp's life and how to distinguish the valuable. Intelligence, therefore, when the gunfire sounded, he did not rush out like a headless fly.

He waited until the assailant with the lightning mask outside left, and then he tremblingly emerged from his paper house. By that time, Jeff had already taken the dog away, and the assailant had also left. .

Locke frowned: "So, you don't know who the perpetrator is?"

Said.

Locke looked at Bowery King: "I thought you already knew who it was when you said on the phone."

This is not a question of whether to use a tracking card or a location card.

These two cards can certainly be used for cheating, but without the name of the target, tracking is useless.

Just like George has no way to deal with the Peerless Assassin.

What the Wushuang Assassin has revealed is only his appearance, and so far, no law enforcement agency has anything else other than this appearance.

How to check? Where to check?

Bowery King laughed out loud and said, "Don't worry." Then, he looked at the homeless man and said, "Tell our customers, what did you do after you went out?"

The homeless man trembled: "I...I took the police officer's wallet."

Locke seemed to have thought of something: "Were you also at the scene of the second murder of a police officer?"

The homeless man nodded tremblingly.

To be precise, he was not at the scene, but he was followed by the murderer.

After the homeless man realized who the hanging person was, he thought about getting rid of the wallet. As a result, when he was about to throw away the wallet, the male police officer seemed to notice him. Just when the homeless man thought When he was about to be arrested, a white man who looked like he was not generous appeared directly with a knife, and then hacked and killed the male police officer.

fortunately.

The homeless man was organized and opened a sewer. Then, in the sewer he was familiar with, he got rid of the murderer and hid again until he was found by Bowery King's people.

Bowery King took out a sketch from his arms and handed it to Locke: "This is the sketch I asked an artist to come over and make."

Locke takes over.

moment.

The memory palace opened its door wide, and then the pages of photos in the memory palace were opened. In an instant, they began to compare the man in the sketch in the memory palace.

The next second.

Locke compared the scene of the second crime with the guy whose face was half glimpsed among the onlookers.

The homeless man over there wailed: "Boss, I really didn't mean it, I..."

The words were not finished.

There was a snap.

Bowery King's men had already given the homeless man a big slap in the face.

The sound is a bit dull and not very crisp.

Tramps have rough skin, which is completely understandable.

Bowery King sneered, pointed at the homeless man with his cigar, and said to Locke: "This fool came here to pay homage to the dock half a year ago. Although he has not provided any information in the past six months, I don't mind and still keep him." Looking at him, the result..."

If there is any group in New York City that can see all directions and listen to all directions, then the homeless group dares to say that it is second, and no one dares to say that it is first.

And Bowery King is the king of this hobo empire.

He gave warmth to those who were bankrupt and became homeless, so that they would not die in an unknown way or die of thirst or starvation.

In return, the tramps collected any valuable intelligence and clues for Bowery King.

Such as this time.

Bowery King took a puff of his cigar: "You idiot, if you had told me that you were a witness at the first time, instead of coveting the less than a hundred dollars in cash in the wallet, you know , how much of this information can you share from the remuneration given by our customers?"

Said.

Bowery King paused for a moment, then raised his hand with a look of disappointment on his face: "Five thousand dollars, a total of five thousand dollars, you idiot."

Locke glanced at Bowery King.

Five thousand dollars?

Abalone peeling?

If he remembered correctly, he gave Bowery King fifteen mainland gold coins for an urgent order.

Although the exchange rate of mainland gold coins to US dollars has always been a mystery.

but……

A gold coin, no matter what, can be exchanged for more than five thousand US dollars.

so.

As expected, capitalists are always the most profitable, and capitalists can always show an expression like, "I will give you five thousand dollars, which is already bleeding profusely."

Bowery King talked for a while, made a distressed expression, and waved his hand directly: "Take him out, find a place to bury him... and send him away."

The homeless man was completely panicked.

A thud.

When the tramp was about to beg for mercy, he punched the tramp and knocked him unconscious, and then he was dragged away by the two men.

Bowery Jin laughed loudly and looked at Locke: "Mr. Wu Shuang, I am not a guilty person."

I almost forgot who was sitting in front of me.

If he had just forgotten this, I'm afraid he would have been hit as GG.

Locke raised the corners of his mouth and stood up: "Okay, the deal is over, it's time for me to leave. Thank you, Mr. Bowery King."

He's not that nosy.

Again.

In this world, evil people are endlessly killed, and Wushuang assassins do not work voluntarily. If no one offers a reward to the evil person, except for a few cases out of interest, Locke will not kill people for free under normal circumstances.

soon.

Return to the Star Building.

At this moment, a new day has begun.

Locke, who had been up all night, felt extremely energetic. After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, he pretended to go to bed early and get up early, wiped his hair that was quickly dried and came to the study.

turn on computer.

I directly called up the backend of the New York Surveillance Center and selected the surveillance of Fifth Avenue in the Lower East Side yesterday afternoon. Then I took a sip of my first cup of bourbon in the morning and said good morning to Gwen who sent me the message. While watching the fast-forwarding surveillance.

Not long after.

Locke pressed the space bar, watched the surveillance, and followed the crowd to watch the target eating the melon. The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "I caught you."

There are always some murderers who cannot resist their impulses and run to watch the scene of their own murder with others.

This one is no exception.

Locke shook his head speechlessly.

Fortunately, he thought that someone from some mysterious organization came out and planned to use this method to tarnish his reputation or force him to show up.

Locke did think so at first.

but……

Locke guessed wrong. This guy is just a fool, a fool who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth.

And this guy is a celebrity.

Locke just put the screenshot of this guy's face into the program and ran it. As a result, the first clue that jumped out was not the New York Police Department, but a popular entertainment video platform YouTube.

Wow!

"Have you ever tried the taste of pool?"

"Breaking video, man swallowed five billiard balls."

"Oh God, you wouldn't believe how powerful a man's stomach can be."

"..."

Locke was shocked.

After watching the video, I was even more shocked.

This video picture seems to be the surveillance of a certain entertainment venue. In this surveillance picture, the man Locke is looking for is beaten in various ways by a very smart but still somewhat handsome man. Even after that, this unlucky man The guy was even pushed onto the billiard table by that person, and then he swallowed the billiard balls one after another.

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