A Certain Marvel Super Player

Locke gets out of the car.

A look of surprise!

Miller Sheldon, whose name was suddenly called over there, followed his gaze and looked at Locke walking from across the road, his expression slightly startled.

Who is this?

However, just when Miller Sheldon was about to ask a question, Locke had already walked over: "Mrs. Shelton, your explanation of the history of the Arawak tribe yesterday was very interesting."

Miller Sheldon is in the museum and occasionally guest commentators on Indian history. Although not often, yesterday, the wife of the professional commentator gave birth to a child, so she went there.

Locke hacked the museum's surveillance and took a look at yesterday's video. Miller Shelton was more interactive and liked to answer questions.

Just right.

Locke kind of shines on the skill of lip reading.

"I asked you about the Arawak meal yesterday."

"..."

Miller Sheldon remembered it and immediately reached out and shook Locke's hand: "By the way, I remember this question, but there were too many people at the time and I didn't see it. You called..."

"Broughton, Rock Broughton!"

"Hello, Mr. Broughton."

"Hello."

Locke shook hands with Miller Shelton, and then pointed to his Audi: "Mrs. Shelton, do you need me to take you back?"

Miller shook his head and turned his head.

That Nick Reese is gone.

Huh?

Where are people?

Ms. Miller Shelton was slightly startled.

Locke smiled and said, "Mrs. Shelton?"

Miller came back to his senses and smiled: "Is it convenient?"

"certainly!"

Locke said with a smile, he came here just for Miller Shelton.

What a joke.

Some people are thinking about the Voodoo Encyclopedia he is about to auction. If this guy who just got on the line with the devil knows where the Voodoo Encyclopedia is, who will he ask to compensate him for the 20 million?

not to mention……

Locke is not the Virgin, and the life and death of passers-by has nothing to do with him.

But Miller Shelton?

If something unexpected happened to Miller Sheldon because of his voodoo encyclopedia, Locke would not feel guilty, but he would still feel a little uncomfortable inside.

how to say?

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me?

Besides, Miller Shelton is not the focus, her husband Clyde Shelton is.

This Clyde Sheldon is an agent of Ia.

Just look at Kem’s dad.

Although Agent Ia seems to be quite out of character, when facing family members, the combat effectiveness of these guys will always be inexplicable.

As for the African American?

When he saw Locke getting out of the car, he had already stood up. Then, after seeing Miller Shelton getting up, he had already turned around and left. It seemed that he was unwilling to contact Locke.

after all……

Behind Locke stood Wall Street's top lawyers.

coward!

With this in mind, Locke helped Miller Sheldon open the car door like a gentleman, and then got into the car.

Miller Shelton's home is also on Manhattan Island.

In fact, it's not far from Fifth Avenue, but unlike Locke's apartment, it's a residence, in a community.

soon.

Miller Sheldon looked at the door of his home just around the corner, and his husband who was watering water with his daughter at the door. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, unbuckled his seat belt, and said something to Locke in the driver's seat. Thanks.

Over there, Clyde Shelton, who looked exactly like a certain fallen uncle, was alert almost as soon as Locke's Audi drove onto this street. When Miller Shelton opened the door and walked out , Clyde had already walked to the car.

The attitude is very professional.

"Clyde."

"Mi'er."

Mill is Clyde's nickname for his wife Miller.

Locke looked at the two people hugging and kissing directly in front of the car, raised his eyebrows, unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the car.

Clyde looked at Locke getting out of the car with his peripheral vision, and the vigilance in his eyes disappeared a little.

Not big.

The threat is not great either.

Miller next to him introduced Locke: "Broughton is the student union president of Midtown University. He visited our museum yesterday. It just so happened that I was in Queens today, so Broughton dropped me off on the way."

Locke stretched out his hand with a smile: "Good afternoon, Mr. Sheldon."

"Broughton."

Clyde's expression was a little subtle. He shook hands with Locke and said, "Locke Broughton, a very good name."

By the way...

Is there a female agent in the agency, also named Broughton?

what do you say that is?

Luo...

Lorraine Broughton?

The most legendary agent in the Bureau, an undercover KGB agent, and a legendary female agent who also undercovered MI6.

Locke also noticed the expression on Clyde's face, but it was normal for most men to have this expression when they saw their wives coming back with such a handsome young man.

He can understand.

Locke smiled slightly, let go, and then politely declined Clyde and Miller's invitation to sit at home, indicating that he was leaving.

but.

When Locke got back in the car, he seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the family of three who were preparing to go home together and said, "Mr. Broughton?"

Clyde Sheldon turned around and looked at Locke.

Locke glanced at Miller and their daughter out of the corner of his eye.

Miller understood and said to his daughter: "Anqi, let's go home. Dad and brother want to talk."

Angel, who is five years old and dressed beautifully, waved to Locke.

Locke also smiled and waved.

after awhile.

Locke looked at Clyde walking over, touched his nose, and seemed to be organizing his words: "Mr. Sheldon, this morning, I saw Mrs. Sheldon talking to someone from the district attorney..."

Clyde said: "Just call me Clyde. I know that the Assistant Attorney General of the District Attorney said that there is something about death..."

Locke was slightly stunned and said: "Assistant Attorney General? No."

Clyde looked up.

Locke looked a little surprised: "He also looked for me, and also tried to morally kidnap me. However, I know him. After all, Nina Bell used to be from our Midtown University. At that time, he seemed to be assigned by the district attorney. For Nina Bell's trainee solicitor."

Clyde's eyes flickered.

nailed it.

Locke secretly thought, but hesitated: "However, I feel that that guy is a little weird, but I can't put it into words, so I think it is necessary to tell you about Clyde."

Clyde came back to his senses, looked at Locke with a sincere face and clear eyes, and smiled: "Thank you, Locke, thank you very much."

Locke and Clyde shook hands again: "You're welcome, Clyde, Mrs. Sheldon is one of my favorite commentators in the history museum. She is very vivid and can interact with us enthusiasts, but thank you. Mrs. Dayton rarely gives speeches."

Clyde laughed loudly: "I can give you her phone number. If you go again, I think my wife will be happy to serve as a guest commentator."

Locke looked surprised: "Really? That's great. Thank you, Mr. Sheldon. If my girlfriend knows about it, she will be very happy."

Gwen did go to the history museum.

Locke has been there too.

Sometimes, lies cannot be all lies. Only words that seem true but not true, and seem false but not false can be a qualified lie. However, Locke and Gwen have never met Miller to explain, but Gwen has I mentioned that there was such a good guest commentator.

soon.

After Locke and Clyde exchanged phone calls, Locke drove out of the community here under the watch of Clyde.

After Locke's vehicle disappeared, the smile on Clyde's face gradually turned cold.

Do not misunderstand.

Not raised against Locke.

It was about what Locke just mentioned. When the trial was held, he was still a public interest lawyer assigned by the District Attorney, but when he met his wife, he was the Assistant Attorney General of the District Attorney.

Ordinary people may not notice it, and may just think that this person is lucky.

But Clyde?

He is Langley's actuary. What he is best at is how to kill the target at the minimum cost. If he can spend five cents, he will never spend two hundred thousand dollars.

Although he has retired from Langley, he once belonged to Langley, and all his skills were taught by Langley.

Nick Reese?

Clyde waited until Locke's taillights disappeared from the street, then turned around, tilted his head, then smiled at his wife and daughter standing at the door, and walked towards the utility room in the backyard.

After Locke left his neighborhood in Clyde, he drove directly home.

He believed that after receiving this reminder, he would not just run away with his wife and daughter. At the very least, he could take his wife and daughter out of New York and relax for a few days.

It doesn't matter if a passerby you don't know hangs up.

An acquaintance who only relied on his professional skills to make a living suddenly encountered an inexplicable and unreasonable disaster because of his own affairs. It was better to avoid it if possible.

Locke thought in his mind.

at this time.

The phone rings.

Gwen's.

Locke connected it directly and connected it to the car stereo.

After all, George was now in a daze. That night, in order to catch him, he didn't even remind him that he couldn't drive after drinking. Who knows if George would have let the traffic police pay attention to him. What if he had just been arrested? When he picked up the phone, he was discovered by the traffic police and stopped him directly. Didn't he fall into George's trap?

Locke just said that he would find a way to make George tie with him.

He didn't say he was going to lose to George.

The invincible golden body cannot be broken.

No one can say it. As the saying goes, if it is broken, there will be endless troubles.

"Hello."

In the Osborn Biological Building, in the Connors Experimental Team, Gwen, wearing a white coat, looked at a little spider in a breeding warehouse, listened to the phone call and said, "Have you gone to Queens?"

Locke smiled and said: "Did you use satellites to monitor me?"

Gwen laughed and said, "No, it's Ken. Ken complained to me, saying he caught a picture of you driving a beautiful woman into a car and driving away."

Locke: "..."