A Certain Marvel Super Player

"Good night, Locke."

"Good night."

Locke and Gwen kissed, then smiled and Gwen, who had already walked to the door of the apartment and turned around to wave to him, also raised her hand and watched with a smile as Gwen walked safely into the apartment.

I heard from George a few days ago that there seems to be another murderer who kills randomly in New York City recently.

But the murderer didn't dare to impersonate Locke's notice. Otherwise, Locke might find the murderer again and turn him into a big mouse to accompany that poisonous Barry in the New York Police Department.

It is said that Barry, the poisonous insect who turned into a mouse, was always well treated in the basement of the New York Police Department, with a drop of urine poured on his head every day.

after awhile.

Locke saw Gwen open the window of the apartment and looked here. After confirming that Gwen had arrived home safely, he started the car and left here.

in the apartment.

Helen, who was sitting in the dining room counting the family accounts, looked at Gwen who came out of the kitchen with the window closed and a happy look on her face, and said with a smile: "Locke left?"

Gwen hummed and held the hot cocoa in her hand: "I'm going back to the room."

Helen raised her head and looked at her daughter, who had gone straight upstairs. She smiled, stood up, and leaned on the sofa over there, watching the latest hunting show. George said, "Locke is more nervous than you right now." temperature."

George's eyebrows skipped a beat, and then he said expressionlessly: "Gwen is his girlfriend. It is his responsibility to confirm whether his girlfriend has returned home safely. When I chased you, didn't I always look at you? Did I just leave when the lights in the dormitory came on?"

If he can't even do this little thing.

George will regret it, breaking his principles and giving him a legal gun license that he guarantees.

Helen sat next to George: "I heard that Locke's legal team is busy again. Do you know?"

George nodded without looking away from the TV: "The Bell family are acquaintances of the police station. How could they not know? Now it's hard to beat the iron."

Do you really think Locke is an ordinary high school student?

He is a high school student with a lawyer team.

Helen crossed her arms and said with a smile: "I was originally thinking about how Locke would respond if someone else really played the discrimination card. Unexpectedly, Locke didn't give her a chance to play the card."

George shook his head: "Locke is an orphan, and he lives in a place like Texas. He doesn't have many eyes, so how is it possible? But it doesn't matter if he has a heart. Bad people are scary if they have a heart. An upright person will be safer if he has a few eyes. .”

Helen was a little surprised: "George, didn't you dislike Locke before? Didn't you say you wanted to drag him out for target shooting?"

George smiled, and when he was about to speak, he glanced at the phone, then looked at Helen and said: "I can't stand it, it's because he took my daughter away, that's all, Locke is quite polite, and , very responsible.”

Helen pointed to the mobile phone that George glanced at and said: "Whose information?"

"Colin's."

"That FBI supervisor?"

"Um."

George said: "There will be a joint meeting between the New York Police Department and the FBI tomorrow to catch this serial murderer who came here from New Jersey."

"That's probably an FBI case. It's across state lines."

"The FBI brought this case to us as a way of mending relations."

"All right."

The relationship can no longer be so tense.

Although the relationship was broken by S.H.I.E.L.D., who allowed S.H.I.E.L.D. to have five overlords to protect it to death? The FBI cannot tell the story of their suffering, but they still need to work hard to repair the relationship.

It just so happened that a murderer who came here to commit crimes gave him such an opportunity.

Colin from the FBI had not slept well for two days in a row in order to find clues about the murderer.

but……

It's all worth it.

Colin looked at the location of the murderer who was successfully located, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He ordered several detectives to keep a close eye on him, and waited until tomorrow to package the news and send it to the New York Police Department as an apology. Then he pointed to the elevator. : "I'm going out to buy a cup of coffee, is there anything you need?"

"I!"

"And I."

"Boss, I need one too!"

Colin nodded to the agent who raised his hand. After calculating, he walked directly towards the elevator.

Except for the Federal Building.

The evening wind came, blowing on Colin's face, blowing his somewhat groggy head, which relaxed a little. He took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it, and then headed not far away. We walked past the 24-hour coffee shop.

At this moment, Locke had already set up the scene from Nina Bell's house in Queens and rushed back.

Yes.

Queens, Nina Bell's home is not in Manhattan Island, but in Queens.

True.

Nina Bell's family, although they relied on the money they blackmailed the New York Police Department to buy, they successfully bought a house on Manhattan Island and settled down.

but……

Buying a house from the Federation is never a one-and-done deal.

For federal houses, the house payment is never the big one, the real estate tax is.

No.

In the first year, Nina Bell's family did live in a single-family house on the Upper East Side that they purchased with compensation from the New York Police Department.

But when it came time to pay property taxes in the second year, something interesting happened.

Nina Bell's family seemed to have tasted the sweetness, and directly stated that their breed should be given preferential treatment and would not need to pay property tax.

but……

This time, the person facing Nina Bell is not the New York Police Department, a vulnerable group, but the famous I, the National Tax Service.

Want to blackmail the IRS and even give them preferential treatment?

Even the boss of Hell's Kitchen, Kingpin, is honest when it comes to taxes. Is it possible for just a few gangsters who want to take advantage of the variety to not pay taxes?

When Nina Bell's family discovered that they didn't care about their means of survival and issued a final notice, they panicked and looked for money everywhere.

pity.

The white people living in the same community as them felt that they were polluting the air, and would rather choose to settle in other properties. Without anyone seeing them, the tax collectors in I came directly to the house to reinstall all their belongings. He was thrown out, so he could only squeeze into Hell's Kitchen in despair.

but……

Not even two days into their stay, several tattooed men who were said to have been instructed by Hell's Kitchen bosses politely beat them up and sent them out of Hell's Kitchen.

After many twists and turns, Nina Bell's family had no choice but to live in a community with a black distribution center in Queens, which they hated and disliked the most and would not come here even if they were killed. .

After that, Nina Bell's family seemed to understand who they should not mess with and who they could mess with. They took root in the black community and became black human rights agents. Relying on the human rights lawyer they had cooperated with , started a discriminatory business without capital.

He actually did pretty well.

At the very least, the house is quite big. A family of nine can live together, so it's not crowded at all.

Yes.

A family of nine.

There were no grandparents, just Nina Bell and her parents, and her six younger siblings of the same breed and ages.

When Locke just passed by, he happened to hear Nina Bell and her parents discussing how to find a wave of people to carry signs to protest discrimination in front of the court tomorrow.

At that time, Locke was watching silently from their second floor.

With the blessing of intermediate hiding skills.

Locke felt that even if he didn't need to lock the door and kill them one by one, I'm afraid that after killing them all, they wouldn't notice when there was an extra person in the room.

But Locke didn't do it.

He just arranged things and then turned around and left.

Still tomorrow?

What good things are you thinking about?

Locke stood across the street from the coffee shop not far from the Federal Building, staring at an acquaintance there who had just walked out of the building and was about to buy coffee, FBI Director Colin.

He wanted to give this credit to George.

but……

The New York Police Department is obviously not as mature as the New York Police Department in its previous life when it comes to dealing with this kind of thing. Just in case, Locke thought about it. If it has connections with al Qaeda or even several tongue organizations, then It's a terrorist act, and the FBI happens to be the professional counterpart.

and.

The FBI is now in conflict with the New York Police Department. What if the FBI can help the New York Police Department avenge its shame and bring down Nina Bell's family?

The New York Police Department has a history of failure, and the FBI's professional counterpart even has this motivation. In this case, why not come to the FBI?

Who makes me kind-hearted?

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at the federal director Colin who was not far away carrying a few cups of coffee and preparing to go back. With his gloved right hand, he confirmed that the folder that had all traces of fingerprints removed was like a flying card, whizzing through the air. .

The next second!

"Snapped!"

"ah!"

With a scream, Colin felt like stars were popping up in his eyes. With a pop, his head shot up and he fell down on the spot.

"Walt mess with Falk!"

Colin struggled to get up quickly, and the gun at his waist had been unfastened. He shook his head and looked warily at the empty and deserted surroundings.

Then his eyes were fixed on an information book not far away.

"Walter?"

Colin frowned, touched his cheek, which had turned red and had a streak, put away his gun, and picked up the folder that fell on the ground.

He looked up and looked around.

Colin opened the folder in his hand.

The next second.

Colin's pupils shrank.

even……

Along with the sound of turning pages, his breathing gradually became rapid.

ten minutes later!

"Bang!"

Colin almost didn't wait for the elevator door to fully open before he squeezed out of the elevator and said to the agents working overtime in the lobby: "Jack, Ron, Martha, the policemen, bring the riot squad, follow I’m going to arrest them!”

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