A Certain Marvel Super Player

George's suggestion had ulterior motives.

It was clear that he wanted to break up the two young lovers who loved each other.

and……

It is easy to cause death for yourself.

Fortunately, Helen was there, and Helen stopped George's unrealistic ideas in time, and successfully saved George's life.

after all……

If George and Locke were in the same room, they might find someone missing for no apparent reason the next morning.

Locke can guarantee that the missing person is definitely not him.

The rooms in the hotel are not the kind of stairs that go up and down, but a large main hall, and then, one room after another that spreads to both sides.

It looks like a motel.

But inside the room, there are many things that should be included, including a bed, a window, a toilet, and a bathroom. It cannot be said that the quality is very good, but it can be said that it has everything.

After all, the only people who can come here are hunters, and they even bring their own guns. If there is someone blind suddenly, at least, this pattern can make it easier for well-trained people to avoid in time.

Of course.

This hunting lodge only receives regular customers.

It's all Hank's ex-wife, Berica, and her current husband who have made many friends, as well as some other police officers who were or are still in other places.

In the evening, during a barbecue party, Locke even met a Mountie who came here from his hometown in Texas.

"Walker!"

Wearing a strong cowboy hat and looking about thirty years old, Walker, with a beard and a cowboy accent, shook hands with Locke: "Cordor Walker!"

Locke stretched out his hand: "Broughton, Locke Broughton!"

"I know you, our Lone Star, the youngest number one Cowboy."

"Same."

Cordore Walker was slightly startled.

Locke smiled: "You in another world."

Hello.

Sam Winchester!

Cordore listened to Locke's somewhat mysterious words, but didn't take it to heart. He took off his cowboy hat: "So, Locke, are you also here to participate in tomorrow's hunting? I remember..."

Locke introduced to George next to him: "Stacey, George Stacey, New York Police Department Inspector, this is Cordore, Texas Ranger."

Finished.

Locke directly grabbed Gwen next to him, screamed, and ran away.

Gwen was a little strange: "What's wrong?"

Generally in New York City, if Locke sees someone from his hometown, if he is also a cowboy, he will be very enthusiastic.

But this time?

Among the many law enforcement agencies in the federal government, the one Locke was least willing to deal with was the mounted police in his hometown.

One sentence.

No matter what other law enforcement agencies do, they at most rely on intuition to handle cases.

But Texas Rangers?

What these mounted policemen who ride on horses have always liked most is to rely on their senses to handle cases.

Intuition and feeling are two different concepts.

The most important thing.

Locke and Gwen changed directions. After sitting down, they whispered: "Tell you a little story about Texas. The Texas Rangers are the subordinates of Mephisto, the King of Hell, in the human world."

Gwen tilted her head and looked at Locke: "Is this also a local legend in Texas?"

Locke shrugged.

Yes and no. Although this sentence is a bit exaggerated, a long time ago, a Texas Ranger was Mephisto's subordinate. He relied on his identity as a Texas Ranger to lead Mephisto. Went for tons of fresh and delicious soul.

And just now...

Locke smelled a hint of demon in Cordore Walker.

Although it is very faint, it does exist.

Moreover, the smell of this devil is very similar to the Witch Heart Demon that I have dealt with before, but the quality of the devil's breath is higher than that of the Witch Heart Demon.

Who is higher than the pure-blooded devil's son Wu Xin Mo.

no doubt.

Mephisto!

Although it feels as if Mephisto has just contacted Cordore and has not yet successfully recruited him, Locke is here for vacation, so try not to do things that are unnecessary.

Locke thought for a while, then seemed to think of something and smiled suddenly.

really.

His face is still the one deeply entangled with hell. How is it possible that after changing his name and surname, and he is still a Texas Ranger, how is it possible that he doesn't have any direct relationship with hell?

Gwen held Locke's arm and looked at the large piece of beef that was spinning leisurely on the bonfire, making the sound of sizzling oil. She smiled and said, "I believe we will go to heaven, Locke."

Locke: "..."

Heaven?

Locke, like Gwen, raised his head.

Logically speaking, Marvel has hell, but it seems there is no heaven.

But it has been proven here that this does not seem to be an orthodox Marvel. However, growing up, Locke has only seen demons, and it seems that he has never seen angels.

but……

Locke lowered his head and smiled, then looked at Gwen: "Yes, we will go to Silver City."

the next day.

When it was just dawn, the sound of various rally motorcycles started to sound.

Locke and Gwen washed up, and when they walked out, George, Hank and Cordore, who they just met last night, had already put on their equipment.

"Here, coffee!"

"Thanks."

Locke and Gwen walked into the main hall, took the two cups of coffee handed over by Rebecca, said thank you, handed a cup of coffee to Gwen, and then looked curiously at George and George who were gathered at the big table over there. Hank: "Are you dividing the territory?"

"right."

Rebecca said: "Because of what happened in the next county, it was closed down there."

The murderer who escaped from prison also had several other murderers.

However, even if there is no blockade there, if these thirty or so hunters go into the mountains to find prey, they will plan their respective territories to avoid some bad situations.

For example, the most common prey is always shot once on the left and once on the right. So whose prey does it belong to?

Or...

What if you accidentally hit someone directly?

Of course, in situations like this, people who enter the mountains will usually wear bright orange protective clothing. Under normal circumstances, as long as they are not blind, they will not stare at orange moving objects.

after awhile.

Everyone there seemed to have reached an agreement, each holding his own map, and then dispersed in twos and threes, preparing to enter the mountain.

If we don't set off soon, we will miss the wild boar's meal.

George and Hank came over too.

"How about it."

Rebecca looked at George and Hank who came over with a smile: "Have you grabbed any good places?"

"Lake Lika."

"nice."

Rebecca said something and said to Helen: "This is what I just said. If the wild boars are not overrun, this actually seems to be quite suitable for camping or picnics at Lake Lika."

Lake Lika is in the mountain where we entered the mountain this time.

Looking at the location, it is actually quite close to the next county. However, the closed area of ​​the next county is still south of Lake Lika, so it is still some distance away from Lake Lika.

Moreover, the police officers in the next county were full of ambitions. In their view, the escaped murderer and several murderers entered the jungle this time, which was like a rabbit entering a hole, and they could only be captured without mercy.

George handed Locke the three orange protective vests he was holding.

Helen waved her hand and said: "Rebecca and I are chatting and drinking coffee here."

George was slightly startled: "Didn't you say you wanted to go into the mountains with us?"

Helen shook her head: "No, dear, I mean, I haven't seen Rebecca for a long time. I didn't say come in with you. Go ahead and remember to bring Gwen and Locke back safely."

George had an epiphany.

This reminded him again not to let Locke disappear if she didn't enter the mountain.

George wanted to struggle: "Gwen, if your mother doesn't go, why are you here?"

Gwen took the orange vest from George, put it on, swung her ponytail, and raised the telescope in her hand: "I am Locke's observer."

This time Locke bought a Remington 770 with an eight-fold lens, which has an effective range of 800 meters.

even……

In Locke's hands, the effective range of this Remington 770 is definitely more than 800 meters. So, Locke estimated that it should be at least two thousand meters.

Otherwise, he would be sorry for his gun fighting skills.

The player's strength and weapons are only bonuses, and the level of skills ultimately determines the level of killing.

Even if there is a wild boar two thousand meters away, Locke is confident that he can shoot his Tianling Gai away with one shot.

George opened his mouth.

finally.

George seemed to sigh in disappointment. After glancing at Locke from the corner of his eye, he said to himself, forget it, let's find a chance to go fishing in the sea.

Locke also noticed George's gaze.

But I didn't take it to heart.

After all, he was used to it, and there was no point in taking it to heart. Gwen also followed him into the mountains, and he also had a telescope. If George disappeared inexplicably, he would definitely go crazy.

Sea fishing is better.

George didn't wear a helmet last time. If Locke hadn't been so merciful that time, it is estimated that Gwen's stepfather would have been queuing up on horseback at this moment.

"Tu tu tu tu!"

George and Hank reached a cross-country rally motorcycle and looked at Locke who put a helmet on Gwen: "No problem."

Locke made an OK gesture.

Hank said: "The coordinates have been entered. Just follow the coordinates and come here. Let's find the prey first."

"good."

Hank turned the accelerator, and suddenly, he jumped directly onto the dirt road into the mountain. Erin drove her motorcycle and said goodbye to Locke and Gwen, and then chased after them.

Locke checked Gwen's helmet and confirmed its safety, and then said: "Sit tight, let's go."

Gwen directly hugged Locke's waist and hummed.

Locke clicked on a small screen hanging on the handle. After the screen lit up, a reminder of the driving location from here to Lake Lika came out.

The next second.

Locke put his hand on the accelerator.

Set off.

hunting! !