A Certain Marvel Super Player

This seems to be a story about two old men quarreling, and then only one handsome man was injured.

after all……

They went into the gun store together, and then Locke was the only one shopping the whole time.

George and Hank were in complete rhythm with the butt of a gun.

but.

Just two thousand three hundred dollars, sprinkle rain.

Locke smiled and said to Gwen: "Let's go hunting. There are so many wild boars here. After hunting, we will immediately charter a plane to fly them over to Grandpa and Grandma."

Gwen nodded with a bright smile.

not far away.

George looked at Hank who was looking over, raised his hand directly, and said expressionlessly: "This time, if our numbers lose to him, you and I can only go back one."

Hank: "..."

None of my business.

You are an old police officer, but your marksmanship is not as good as that of a young man. Why don't you jump into the river? There are too many corpses in the Hudson River bed anyway, and you are the one missing.

Hank wanted to say this to his old friend George, but at the same time, he was also a little curious about Locke's shooting skills.

On the way, I found a fast food restaurant and had a meal. By the time I arrived at my destination, Malan County, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

George and Hank stopped directly in front of the Maran County Police Station.

after awhile.

Locke saw the sergeant of the local police station, who seemed to be a practical sergeant, walking out of his office and shaking hands with George and Hank.

After hearing about George and Hank's intention to borrow a gun, they called a subordinate without thinking and took George and Hank to the gun room to pick out a gun.

After all, federal police officers are members of the same family.

Not to mention, George and Hank are from big cities like New York and Chicago. One is a police inspector and the other is a detective.

This is all related.

Borrow a gun and connect with a good connection. In the future, if something happens and you go to New York or Chicago, you may not know when this connection will come in handy.

The Federation, after all, is actually related to society.

Otherwise, why are Washington’s lobbyists and the letter-of-recommendation system so popular?

Locke, Gwen and Helen were sitting in the conference room of the police station, drinking coffee warmly served by the local police station.

Gwen looked at Locke who was looking around.

Locke, as always, would write down the terrain when he arrived in a strange place. This was a habit. Then he met Gwen's questioning eyes and smiled: "This should be my third time coming to the police station."

Gwen also looked around: "It feels no different from the conference room of the New York Police Department."

Locke looked at the case notice board over there, and then asked curiously: "Are we sitting in the wrong conference room?"

The intelligence analysis of the case is also posted on this bulletin board.

An escort vehicle carrying a murderer and several prisoners overturned on the interstate highway 20 kilometers away from the town. The murderer and several murderers escaped from prison.

very good.

Locke secretly thought to himself. To be honest, he didn't have any turmoil in his heart at all. He seemed to have noticed Gwen and Helen on the bulletin board and said, "How about we drive farther away."

He is here for vacation.

Suddenly, I saw the news of a murderer and a murderer escaping from prison. What's the point of this?

A police officer happened to walk in with a side of cookies and snacks. Hearing these words, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, the police officers in William County have blocked the road. This group of people can't escape." Come to our side.”

Why do I feel like this is planting a flag again?

Locke looked at the police officer and thought in his heart.

Helen asked curiously: "Have you caught it yet?"

The police officer nodded: "We already know the approximate location. Most of the police officers from the bureau have gone to the next door to support us. The mountain road leading to us has also been blocked by forest rangers."

Helen nodded.

At this time, George, Hank and Erin also opened the door and walked in. Three people, five guns, Remington 870, M4 carbine and Stark Lightning A1 pistol.

Gwen looked at the pistol Eileen chose and said curiously: "The caliber of the pistol cannot penetrate a wild boar."

Erin smiled and said, "I came here with Hank to play. I'm not interested in hunting."

Gwen nodded.

She's not interested in hunting either, but she is interested in Locke.

Locke felt Gwen's peripheral vision and sipped his coffee.

George and Hank shook hands with the local police chief, then noticed the case report on the bulletin board, and told the police chief to call them if you need anything.

After leaving the phone number.

Locke and others left the police station.

After all, the hotel they booked was outside the town and outside the hunting ground. They should go there early and get to know the other hunters who would go into the mountains together tomorrow.

As for the case that happened in the next county?

George and Hank are here to travel, not to grab credit. If the local police station does not invite them, strictly speaking, George and Hank have no law enforcement power whether they are here.

As for Locke, he was even more afraid of being interested.

Therefore, after several people left the police station, Locke took the equipment he bought and the rented car, while George and the others took the rented equipment and car and set off towards the hotel.

The hotel that George settled in was near the hunting ground. After a few steps, you could see the winding road up the mountain leading to the hunting ground.

There are already quite a lot of vehicles in the parking lot in front of the hotel.

The boss lady seemed to be friends with Hank. After seeing Hank get out of the car, she came over. When they met, they gave each other a big hug, saying "Long time no see", and then gave each other a kiss.

but……

Locke really saw that the boss lady was talking.

Would her husband be there to shake George's hand?

Husband’s ex-offender?

Was it so exciting from the start?

Locke was stunned for a moment, looking at the boss who was shaking hands with George not far away, and then, his eyes fell on Helen.

Gwen probably doesn't know, but Helen probably does.

really.

Helen whispered: "Rebecca is Hank's first wife."

Locke was stunned: "First term? Which term is Hank now?"

"The fourth term."

"..."

Good guy.

Didn't see it.

Locke looked at Hank with some suspicion. After hugging the boss's wife named Rebecca, he then shook hands and talked to the boss like an old acquaintance. No matter how you looked at it, it felt magical.

It seems that Eileen is also very familiar with this Rebecca.

Helen explained to Locke at the side: "Strictly speaking, Irene is also Rebecca's adopted daughter. She was adopted before Rebecca and Irene were divorced."

Locke suddenly understood.

No wonder.

However, although the relationship is not very messy, Locke still needs to smooth things over. After all, he feels that he cannot be like Hank, who still talks and laughs with his ex-wife and even her ex-wife's husband after the divorce.

Even so, he felt like he was being slapped.

wrong.

I'm not even married yet, why am I thinking about divorce?

Locke was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and looked at Gwen next to him.

Gwen raised her head and glanced at Locke, as if asking, what's wrong?

Locke smiled.

Why would a fool divorce Gwen when she is so nice?

and……

Locke doesn't think anything will happen that will cause him and Gwen to get divorced in the future.

After all, in a few years, the love between Locke and Gwen will probably turn into the love between childhood sweethearts.

There can't be a heroine who comes from the sky suddenly, right?

This is not writing a novel!

after awhile.

The proprietress Rebecca invited everyone into the house, then waved to the front desk and took the four keys handed over by the front desk.

Helen and George.

Locke and Gwen.

Hank a handful.

A handful of Erin.

After Beirika made the allocation, she smiled and said: "There are exactly four rooms left, specially reserved for you. If you hadn't called me two months in advance, I probably wouldn't have been able to vacate these rooms."

Every year in June and July, grizzly bears and wild boars are overrun here, so there are quite a lot of hunters who come here for hunting at this time of year.

George turned his head and looked at the handsome wild boar who was about to hump his baby cabbage under his nose, and his eyebrows skipped a beat: "But, we still have some shortcomings..."

Rebecca was stunned for a moment, then whispered to Hank next to her: "Didn't you say that Locke belongs to Gwen's boyfriend? I..."

The look in George's eyes at Hank was dangerous.

I brought you here to hunt the wild boar, not to help the wild boar stab me in the back.

Helen pulled George and smiled: "No, the key is just right. Thank you, Rebecca."

Locke looked at Rebecca with a smile.

This was Hank's first ex-wife, although it was the first time they met.

But, he likes it!

Locke opened his contacts, directly added twenty friend points to Rebecca in the stranger column, and then added him to his friend list.

Don't underestimate his friend list.

There are very few people in Locke's friend list.

The first one on the list is naturally Chester, who also has the highest friendship level. He even has a constant friendship level and is unlikely to have ups and downs as a close friend.

The second place is naturally Gwen.

As for third?

It's not Helen, and it's even less likely to be George, but Rambo!

At the same time, John Rambo, who runs a farm in Texas, near Mexico, is one of the few people who knows Locke's true identity.

Anyway.

It's not easy to be on Locke's friend list, because Locke's principle of making friends has always been to have the best friends, not too many.

After all, friend is not just a title, but also a relationship that requires responsibility.

George opened his mouth and looked at Locke. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the wild boar seemed to be saying, great. He said directly: "Gwen, you and mother share a room, and Locke and I share a room."

Locke came back to his senses: "..."

Gwen blinked: "..."