A Certain Marvel Super Player

There was a bang.

When Locke and Gwen were the last ones to arrive at their hunting range, George over there was already laughing, quickly stepped forward, and lifted up a battered bird that was even beaten to the point of losing its head. The hare said to Hank: "Haha, a good start."

Said.

George intentionally or unintentionally looked at Locke who turned off the engine and got off the motorcycle.

look!

This time, I will definitely not be able to fly in the air force.

Locke smiled: "Awesome, Mr. Stacey."

He is called George at home and Mr. outside.

Locke has always been very polite.

Gwen took off his helmet, smoothed his hair, and looked at the bloody hare in George's hand that didn't even have its head. "Dad, the rabbits are pitiful. We are here to hunt wild boars. Besides, you must It was a sneak attack on this poor hare, and I don’t think this is good.”

George opened his mouth.

Hank lowered his head. He wanted to laugh.

Erin pressed her bullet into the pistol, as if to distract herself.

"Well done!"

Locke thought to himself, then smiled at George and said, "Mr. Stacey, I think you did a great job, okay."

George looked at Locke and fell silent.

The next second.

There was a snap.

George dropped the bloody hare on the ground, clicked it, loaded the Remington 870 again, and turned around: "Where's the wild boar?"

He wants to kill every wild boar he sees!

Hank looked at George's murderous back and couldn't help but laugh. This is a stage that every old father with a daughter must go through.

fine.

Mine is my son.

Although the son did not learn a lot and even had some drug addiction problems, he was still a boy, and the boys could be killed at most. Unlike the daughter, after she finds a boyfriend, she belongs to the boyfriend's family.

wrong.

Hank glanced at Erin, his adopted daughter and daughter's.

Erin raised her head, looked at Hank with a confused expression, and then cast a questioning look: "Aren't we going to fight?"

Hank came to his senses and followed George's footsteps.

"Let's go!"

Locke directly lifted the backpack placed in the car up, grabbed the Remington 770 with one hand, and then grabbed Gwen with the other hand, and followed the three people walking in front.

George and Hank lead the way.

Erin followed.

Locke and Gwen followed behind.

Locke was not needed to clear the way in this situation. Although Locke could tell that there was a wild boar breathing in a deep pit about a hundred meters away on the left, he did not warn him.

It was his first time to hunt. It was not bad to be in the limelight, but it was not in line with the scientific setting.

Moreover.

Being low-key has always been Locke's purpose.

but……

When choosing to continue up the mountain or move forward, Locke, Gwen and George parted ways.

After all, being a low-key person does not mean pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Locke has never liked pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. There is another sentence behind Locke's purpose of being a low-key person.

Do things in a high profile!

Being low-key in life and high-key in doing things is the purpose of Locke's behavior.

What he has is a Remington 770, a sniper rifle, not a shotgun. Followed by two others with shotguns and one with a Desert Eagle to fight wild boars at close range?

It is estimated that as soon as he took aim, the three people were shooting in full swing.

Especially George, an excellent marksman from the New York Police Department. Even with a shotgun, that guy can probably shoot one shot per second.

but……

Hank looked up and looked at Locke and Gwen, who were on their right side and started to climb onto the small platform to mount their guns. He looked at George next to him and said with some uneasiness: "You, the future woman..."

George made a swish sound and looked at his old friend.

Hank was stunned for a moment, then changed his words: "How's Locke's shooting skills?"

Don't worry, if the wild boar is not hit, it will hit something else.

"Do not worry."

George said directly: "His marksmanship is probably comparable to that of you and me. If he hadn't demonstrated his sniper marksmanship last time, would I have let him use a sniper rifle?"

Or put a gun over their heads.

What if this guy can't think about it anymore and wants to replace Gwen with a father-in-law who treats him better?

etc!

George was suddenly stunned.

It seems, as if, this time, Gwen is going into the mountain at the right time. What if Gwen doesn't come in and leaves the wild boar alone with a gun?

George shook his head quickly.

No, that wild boar, I have to admit, is quite handsome, polite, and well-mannered. It is not like an unparalleled assassin. He is brutal, has no human form, and is simply an outlaw.

hateful.

Sooner or later I will bring you to justice.

In the past few months, the Wushuang Assassin seemed to have disappeared, which really made George feel uncomfortable. It was like he had no target. He sat in the office every day, looking over and over at the few information on the Wushuang Assassin.

at this time.

"呲呲......"

George's intercom rang with Hank and Erin's.

It's Gwen's.

Gwen held the walkie-talkie in one hand and the telescope in the other: "Dad, at your ten o'clock direction, about three hundred meters away, there is a wild boar digging the soil over there."

George came back to his senses and smiled.

Sure enough, the daughter still felt sorry for her father. If Locke was the only one here, I am afraid that the wild boar would have just shot him without even saying a word.

but……

Gwen said the next second: "Dad, don't move, let Locke shoot."

George: "..."

Gwen took out her headphones, put them on herself, and then looked at Locke: "Come on, Locke!"

Even though Locke was some distance away from George, at this moment, he could feel the sharp look coming out of George's eyes, which was enough to turn him into a hornet's nest.

but.

Locke looked at Gwen, who looked forward to him showing off his power and getting off to a good start, and shrugged.

Set up a gun.

aim.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"boom!"

Locke's shoulders moved slightly and he pressed the gun steadily. The moment he pulled the trigger, a ball of flame instantly appeared at the muzzle of the gun. Then, it flew through the space at an extremely fast speed and directly hit the wild boar that was digging in the soil with its head lowered. head on.

The wild boar seemed to notice something.

look up.

The next second.

A Winchester bullet made a whizzing sound, and went directly into the right side of the wild boar's head like it was pierced through tofu, then came out from the left side of the head, and finally hit the ground.

The wild boar, of course, fell to the ground with a roar.

"Ah, great!"

Gwen looked at the wild boar in the telescope that fell to the ground in response to the gunshot, and said excitedly, then grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Dad, he's down, Dad, he's down."

Hank and Erin looked at each other.

George was silent for a while: "Your father hasn't fallen down yet."

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then smiled sheepishly: "Dad, I mean the wild boar fell down and Locke hit it."

after awhile.

The three of George walked to the poor wild boar.

Hank squatted down, looked at the muzzle of the gun, and looked at George next to him: "Is this what you call superb marksmanship?"

The entire wild boar's head was not seriously damaged.

Even the bullet embedded in the soil was relatively complete.

Quick in, quick out.

This is no longer a question of whether the marksmanship is superb or not.

This is a sharpshooter.

A natural sniper.

Hank looked at George curiously: "The reason why you haven't made him disappear until now is because you want to drag him into your New York Police Department's SWAT team."

The reason I didn't let him disappear was because Helen wouldn't let me.

George answered Hank's question in his mind, and then looked at Hank: "A few days ago, Yale called my home and asked if Gwen had any intention to study at Yale."

Hank frowned: "Are you trying to say that your daughter can go to Yale?"

George shook his head: "No, I mean, with Locke's grades, you can go to Yale if you want."

Hank realized.

Then……

Sour!

"You're so fucking lucky."

"good luck?"

The corner of George's mouth twitched. He hoped that Locke was uneducated and even addicted to drugs. At the very least, if that was the case, Helen would directly drive Locke away.

but……

This wild boar is so polite. Although he seems to be addicted to alcohol, alcohol addiction is better than drug addiction. Besides, drinking can cost a lot of money.

wrong.

With that guy's financial resources, at present, it seems that even if he is addicted to drugs, his financial resources can support him for a long time.

Rich again.

And polite.

His academic performance is not bad, and he will probably go to school with Gwen and graduate together.

This is fucked up.

In fact, George felt that if it was true as the Bureau of Homeland Security said, even if Locke had some connection with the unparalleled assassin, George would not let him get close to Gwen.

But this is obviously untrue and is purely conjecture.

George stood up, located the coordinates of the wild boar, then turned around, took off the walkie-talkie, turned it on, and said lightly: "Nice job."

Gwen showed a bright smile and looked at Locke: "You are awesome."

Locke also smiled.

You can see it.

Gwen was happy for him.

In this case...

Locke stood up, took off the magazine, put away the support frame, and pointed to the front: "Let's go over there."

There seems to be a lot of wild boar smell over there.

It should be a small flat area, a gathering area.

"Be careful."

"good."

Locke helped Gwen walk on top. Below, there were George, Hank, and Erin.

Locke and Gwen, who were walking around and helping to set up their guns to protect them when they encountered a few lone wild boars, set up their guns again on a platform.

A large circle was created, and in a small lake and river, where they were taking a mud bath, a family of seven or eight wild boars of varying sizes appeared in sight.

A breeze blew by, bringing the breath over there.

Locke, who had just laid down and lay down, raised his eyebrows.

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