A Certain Marvel Super Player

Hank Boyt.

Chicago Police Department, 21st Precinct, is the detective of the gang crime investigation team. He is an upright person and has rich criminal experience and experience in solving cases.

Erin Lindsay

The adopted daughter of Hank Boyt, and a member of Chicago's 21st Precinct, the Gang Criminal Investigation Bureau.

In a gun store not far from the airport parking lot.

Hank and Erin are picking a fight.

shotgun.

After all, the federal government does not ban guns. There is nothing unusual about having a gun store in the airport parking lot. You can buy guns at any airport in Texas without leaving the airport after getting off the plane.

Here...it's still a little too conservative.

"Hank."

After George walked in, he saw his old friend, showed a big smile, and then hugged each other, completing a long-lost meeting.

Locke curiously said to Gwen: "George and this Boyt..."

"classmate."

"old classmate."

"My father used to be his classmate at the police academy. The two of them often found time to chat. Once, my mother misunderstood that my father was looking for a lover when he got up in the middle of the night and talked on the phone."

Gwen said, and then she smiled and hugged Eileen Lindsay after Helen hugged her: "Long time no see, Eileen!"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Erin, who had a beauty mark on her left cheek, smiled and hugged Gwen, then noticed Locke, seemed to have thought of something, and looked down at Gwen.

Gwen said calmly and generously: "Broughton, Rock Broughton, my boyfriend."

Eileen suddenly realized, looked at Locke, stretched out his hand, and seemed to think of something: "In recent times, the protagonist of Chicago's best-selling contraband has been famous for a long time."

Locke and Irene shook hands. Like all shooters, Irene's hands were also shooting hands.

but……

"Contraband?"

"right."

After Irene let go, she smiled and said: "Two weeks ago, we received news that a batch of contraband goods had arrived at the port of Chicago, and the person receiving the goods was a drug dealer from a university, so we prepared a raid and the result was successful. But when I opened the box, I saw that they were all your photo albums?"

Locke looked at the half-smiling expression on Irene's face and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Gwen asked curiously from the side: "How did Locke's photo album become contraband?"

Eileen smiled and said: "Later, we found out after interrogation that the information provided by the informant was revealed by the drug dealer himself. However, the contraband was not a drug, but a contraband defined by the student management committees of several major universities. The drug dealer Well, you can earn whatever you want, it’s said that this photo album is worth two hundred dollars a copy.”

Gwen's mouth dropped open.

Two hundred dollars?

Their price is only sixty dollars.

George and Hank over there also noticed this.

Hank touched his chin in a signature way, glanced at Locke, then looked at his old friend, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Is this your future son-in-law?"

George was still shocked by the two hundred dollars. After hearing what Hank said, he looked up at Hank and chuckled: "Don't underestimate him, I asked you to come here to help me. Don’t drop the chain.”

Hank laughed outright.

George was a little helpless.

Shooting?

At the beginning, George still had a full sense of achievement, but after a few times, he discovered that Locke's marksmanship was as fast as his studies. After five times of target shooting, if he didn't take it seriously, his ring number would still be higher than Locke is low.

So he switched to fishing, an activity that young people are not very patient with.

but……

Those fish were just like Silly Que. Even though the bait was on the left and right, they kept lining up to bite Locke's bait. As for his, they didn't even look at it.

This time?

For the sake of his father-in-law's dignity, George directly called for a hunting expert, and Hank came to take charge.

This time, we must extinguish the arrogance of this wild boar and let him know that my father-in-law is still my father-in-law, and you, this reckless son-in-law, will always be a bad brother.

but……

George frowned and said, "What's the deal with the two hundred dollars? Isn't it a hundred dollars?"

In order to see what was unique about the photo album that could give the wild boar 80,000 dividends within two months, George secretly bought a copy.

but……

Due to the lack of channels and confidentiality, he could only get a copy from the second-hand dealer. It cost him a hundred dollars, but he summoned George to bring over a dozen exquisite photos, especially the photo of this wild boar. George felt distressed for a long time.

the most important.

George looked back and forth over and over again, but still couldn't figure out how these dozen or so pictures of special cats could be sold for a hundred dollars, let alone two hundred dollars.

Or is it that money is no longer money?

Hank looked at George with a strange expression: "Isn't your price in New York City sixty dollars? Why did you spend one hundred dollars?"

George was slightly startled: "What, sixty?"

He didn't ask Gwen about these things at home. After all, if he had asked, it would mean that he seemed to be too concerned about Locke, which would create an illusion.

After Hank said something, he immediately smiled and said: "High school students, the more forbidden things are, the more they try, especially since several major universities in Chicago have jointly included this photo album as contraband. Recently, drugs Dealers, it’s time to buy this. Although it’s not as profitable as medicine, the risk is damn low.”

Even if this thing was caught, it was banned in school but not prohibited by law. It couldn't even be considered smuggling. That time, Hank was so angry that he beat up the informant.

George's teeth felt sore.

Gwen also took a breath of cold air, and suddenly realized when she heard the selling price of Locke's photo album in Chicago: "I'm just telling you, Cindy told me last time that during this period, people in Chicago were fighting for their lives. The machines in the factory are almost smoking when we get the goods. If this continues, Cindy feels that she can go to Wall Street to ring the bell to go public."

Locke blushed.

He knew that he was somewhat handsome, and often talked about being handsome, but he always said that he would never cash it out.

at the moment?

I don’t know if this doesn’t happen, but I’ll be shocked when it happens.

By the way, was I too hasty in licensing my likeness to Cindy?

besides……

Locke's expression was slightly strange: "I remember that the universities in Chicago seem to have a higher proportion of black...African Americans, right?"

"Otherwise, why would your book be banned?"

"..."

Erin laughed, shook her head and said, "High school students are very rebellious. I heard that your photo album is most popular among African-American women."

Locke gasped.

Good guy.

What is this called?

Is it a shame?

Gwen was also a little in disbelief, and then thought about it and looked at Locke: "Maybe you clarified that you are not a breedist."

I don't, I just don't talk nonsense.

Locke glanced at Gwen and thought to himself, he is an unwavering member of the Lone Star State, and there is no such thing as breed discrimination or clarification.

Helen was beside her, looking at the time on her watch, and then looking at the two groups of people who were chatting directly in the gun shop, she clapped her hands and attracted the attention of the two groups: "Hey, guys , time, do you still want to buy equipment? If not, leave quickly."

A few people stopped chatting and started browsing the gun store like a supermarket.

Locke's eyes lit up and he saw a gun.

Black.

It has an eight-power lens mounted on it.

"this?"

Locke pointed to Gwen next to him, pointing to the Remington 700 hanging on the wall, and said, "This is good."

Gwen turned her head and looked at George, Hank and Erin who were gathered at the shotgun counter: "Don't you choose a shotgun?"

Hunting.

The first thing is of course the shotgun. After all, the ammunition is easy to change. The ammunition is fired in a fan-shaped surface, which has a natural advantage in the killing area. If you use a rifle and hunt for a long time, the rough-skinned and fleshy prey may scream and escape. , that would be too cruel to the prey.

Locke smiled and said: "My shooting skills are still good."

He shot at only one target.

head!

And the accuracy is always great.

The most important thing.

What Locke likes is this Remington 700 promotion plan. If you buy a Remington 700, there will be a limited-time promotion and you will receive a Glock self-defense pistol as a gift.

Buy one get one free, a great deal.

"It's decided it's him."

Locke was thinking this, smiling at the clerk and pointing at the Remington 700: "I want this."

After all, the retail price of this gun is two thousand dollars.

but……

For Locke, it was just a small amount of money. He took out his gun license, added money, and bought a hunting license for recommended prey.

Two, one large and one small, were delivered to Locke in beautifully packaged boxes.

After all, even a pistol is a commodity, and it may come in a box. As long as the box is not lost, the store manager said that if you leave it, you can come to him to recycle it at half the price.

Um.

He is a person who makes money.

Over there, George, Hank, and Irene looked at each other for a long time, groaned for a while, and then looked at each other: "Forget it, let's go to the local police station and borrow two."

If Locke hadn't just spent two thousand dollars, Locke felt that the owner of this store would have taken out the Remington 870 under him and shot these two people.

If you don't want to buy something, what are you doing with a bunch of equipment like me?

Crazy?

If the last three people hadn't bought a hunting license, this kind of thing might really happen.

Exited the gun store.

George looked at Hank: "So, if you don't want to buy a gun, why don't you come to a gun store?"

Hank looked at George: "I was waiting for you. I thought you wanted to buy it. Besides, if I don't go to the gun store, why don't I go to the flower shop next door to buy flowers? I gave flowers to Helen. What if you don't have weapons? ?”

George: "..."