A Certain Marvel Super Player

At night.

When Locke walked into the Continental Hotel again, he could clearly feel that there was a hint of awe and fear in the eyes that looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

After all, Locke turned people into big gray mice on live television.

Although the outside world has clarified that it was a magic trick, and Locke did not jump out to clarify, but everyone who knows this kind of thing understands, and only stupid people will believe it.

These days, some things need to be listened to in reverse.

therefore.

Although Locke has not received any orders for nearly half a year, his reputation in the assassin world has been increasing day by day. The most obvious point is that some people used to make fun of Wushuang's notices.

at the moment?

There is no more fake notice, not even a joke.

Locke wanted to tell them that it was okay to play his notice card game. He also played it when he met the Red Devils. The rules reminded Locke of a board game.

Charon, who seemed to be standing at the front desk 24 hours a day, looked at Locke's arrival with a smile on his face: "Long time no see, Mr. Wushuang, are you staying in a hotel or relaxing?"

Locke nodded: "I made an appointment with someone from the Jin family."

Charon nodded, refreshed a room card, and handed it to Locke: "Room 1208, Mr. Wushuang."

Although the Continental Hotel serves assassins, it is a transit point for the entire criminal world. Basically, the Continental Hotel knows everyone who has a name.

However, the Continental Hotel has maintained its neutrality and has never broken it for so many years. Therefore, it has formed a brand effect in the hearts of everyone in the criminal world.

soon.

Locke stepped out of the elevator.

Oncoming, two people came from the corridor on the left.

Six eyes facing each other.

The leader, a man who looked exactly like Jason Brent from the New York Police Department, was slightly startled when he saw Locke, and then showed a smile: "Jesus Christ, am I right, Wushuang?"

Locke laughed, walked out of the elevator, and shook hands with one of his old acquaintances, Arthur, who is known as a mechanic in the industry: "Arthur, long time no see."

Arthur is Harry's disciple.

Locke was a disciple of Chester.

Before Chester retired, he and Harry were good friends, and even Chester once asked Harry to come to Texas to teach him some techniques and techniques for creating accidents.

But Locke was curious at the time, killing everyone in sight, wouldn't it be a perfect assassination?

After that, there is no after.

However, Locke was familiar with Arthur.

Arthur wiped his nose, and his voice was also low and magnetic: "I should have said this. How long have you been in New York, but I haven't seen you here once."

Locke smiled.

When outsiders are around, he never likes to talk too much.

Arthur seemed to have thought of something, and pointed to the man next to him who looked like Hannibal, but had a beard and looked a little older and said: "Vizsla, Duncan Vissla..."

Locke reached out and said, "Black Caesar, an old man, whom I have admired for a long time."

As a master and apprentice, an assassin with a heritage, although there aren't that many rules, you still need to respect them when you meet your seniors.

not to mention.

This looks like Uncle Ba, whom Locke has always admired.

Let me ask, who in this world doesn’t want to be with Uncle Ba and taste the delicious dishes cooked by Uncle Ba himself?

but.

This Duncan was a little cold, but after shaking hands with Locke, he didn't say anything more.

Arthur invited: "Let's have a drink together?"

Locke nodded: "Okay, you go down first, I'll finish my work and come over to find you."

Arthur looked at the key card in Locke's hand and nodded.

I didn’t ask too many questions.

Do your own thing and don't interfere with other people's orders. This is also the rule.

Locke waited until Arthur and the black Caesar entered the elevator and found room 1208.

The room card was refreshed.

Push door.

With the sound of a pistol being pulled out, the two guards protecting their employer quickly put down their pistols when they saw Locke walking in wearing sunglasses.

A blond man in a suit over there, who was wearing a suit and looked like a businessman, saw this scene and immediately knew that the person who came was undoubtedly the real owner.

Get up.

Packed with smiles.

"Good evening, Mr. Wushuang."

"Good evening."

Locke shook hands with the man in front of him.

Taylor King looked excited: "Thank you Mr. Wushuang for giving me this list."

Locke said: "Although your brother Francis is very good, I don't like losing, I like winning. You are the victorious king of this generation of the Jin family. Naturally, I will choose you. I believe you will use my things. Sold for a good price.”

Taylor King looked excited: "I promise, Mr. Wushuang."

The Jin family is a very cruel family.

Put it this way.

The Jin family kidnapped and stole specific people and objects, and found specific buyers to auction them off. The difference was that after each auction, the two sons had to calculate their own transaction amounts, and the one with the smaller amount had to perform a "Russian Roulette" .

The loser shoots himself in the head.

There is a 1 in 6 chance of failure.

But there's also a five-in-six chance of survival.

In this way, they can be encouraged to work harder to find trading targets and objects, and it can also better motivate their family so that their family can continue to be full of vitality.

Let’s put it bluntly.

There is something wrong with this family.

but……

This is incomparable with Locke.

Locke lifted the plastic bag in his hand.

Taylor King was slightly startled when he looked at the cheap supermarket bags that could be seen everywhere. He even looked at the three square words "RT-Mart" on the cheap supermarket bags and couldn't help but look up at Locke.

Locke handed the things to Taylor: "Sorry, I went to Dongguo and found that I didn't have enough time."

Life is all about acting.

The imaginary is real, the real is imaginary. If such an inconspicuous little detail works, it will be a very convenient thing anyway.

The sound of plastic bags rustling.

soon.

On the plastic bag, the thick voodoo encyclopedia written in human skin, like a British code of law, was taken out by Taylor King wearing white gloves.

"Wow."

Taylor King touched the Voodoo Encyclopedia with his expensively gloved hands that ensured that the touch felt as good as bare hands. He couldn't help but admired, and then looked at Locke: "I can..."

Locke nodded: "Of course."

It's an auction.

It must be authenticated. Just saying it is real does not guarantee that it is real. Others come to auction because of the reputation of the auction.

If a fake appears in it, the reputation of the Earl King family may be ruined.

but……

Although the education model of the Jin family is a bit abnormal, it still has merits. At the very least, both Taylor and his brother Francis have become top appraisers under the age of thirty. Yes, his vision is no less than that of any top appraiser outside.

And it’s all-powerful.

Unlike outside appraisers, some top appraisers are seriously biased.

but……

Next to Taylor King is a female appraiser.

It should be used for cross-confirmation.

Locke didn't pay too much attention.

Taylor King sat on the chair, concentrating on it, seemingly flipping through the pages of the Encyclopedia of Voodoo one by one, conducting a very detailed appraisal.

Locke thought about Arthur, whom he had just met in the corridor, and said to the serious and determined Taylor King over there: "I'm drinking down there, okay, come find me."

Taylor King looked respectfully at Locke who turned around and walked towards the door after saying this: "Okay, Mr. Wushuang."

Again.

After the live broadcast on the TV station, Locke's unparalleled reputation has basically reached its peak in the assassin world.

after all……

No one is sure to give Locke a happy ending, and if they are not sure, then Locke will make them unhappy for the rest of their lives.

Imagine yourself turning into a big gray mouse?

That feeling, just thinking about it, makes me feel like life would be worse than death.

However, Locke knew that although the big gray rat in the basement of the New York Police Department was worse off than dead, he did not have the courage to commit suicide.

Of course, it would be useless for the big gray mouse to commit suicide.

Because that big gray mouse was tied up and hung in the air. It was given whatever food it needed to eat and infusions. The doctor in the autopsy room would be responsible for its nutrition to ensure that it could survive.

In the bar.

When Locke came over, Black Caesar was gone.

Arthur, who was sitting opposite, snapped his fingers and called the attendant: "The deal is over, let's go. That guy has always been lonely."

Black Cather can be considered a contemporary of Chester and Harry.

but.

Chester wanted to retire and already retired.

But Harry wanted to shine, became Arthur's partner, and continued to work together with Arthur.

Black Caesar also wants to retire, but he has not reached the retirement age, so he is still working hard.

"Bourbon, thunder bourbon!"

Locke said to the attendant, and then looked at Arthur curiously: "You haven't retired yet?"

"Soon."

Arthur drank the whiskey in front of him, thought for a moment and said, "About two years."

Locke nodded.

He was taught by Chester through a master-disciple relationship and was free to choose his career, while Arthur and Harry were part of an established killer company.

Black Caesar was actually a free man originally, but later, a killer company poached him and bound him to Black Caesar with the promise of a generous pension.

Locke couldn't help but shook his head: "So, it's okay, don't touch that thing."

Black Caesar has a drug addiction.

Most killers have it, especially today's killers who are getting younger and younger.

But stress is never an excuse.

Locke never had any sympathy for active poisonous dogs.

Not so much in Chester.

Even when Chester accepted Locke as his disciple, he told Locke not to touch that thing, otherwise I would clean up the house myself.

Locke wanted to laugh.

But I have to say that it’s really because Chester’s views are similar to his to some extent.

That's why Locke became Chester's disciple.

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