A Certain Marvel Super Player

In the afternoon, Locke arrived at the Osborne Industrial Building and picked up Gwen after getting off work.

After Gwen got in the car, she found the photo that Kem had sent her in the morning.

Still a comic strip.

It clicked.

Just take a picture of Locke and Miller from walking across the street to getting in the car. If you blink and fill in the frames, you will find that this is a video.

Locke took a breath of air.

very good.

This is no longer as simple as chartering a special plane and attending her auction.

OK!

Tomorrow summer, if you don't stop bullying me, I will personally help you, and then sell you to the Albanian gangsters myself.

Locke thought in his mind.

Start the car.

"Mrs. Miller Shelton is the appraiser you mentioned who gave good explanations when we went to the history museum several times before."

"I know."

Gwen took back her phone and said with a smile: "Pepper invited me to lunch the day before yesterday, and when we went shopping in the mall, we happened to meet Mrs. Miller Hilton. Stark Industries is a major donor to the history museum. one."

Locke laughed: "Really?"

Gwen nodded, and then said curiously: "But, Locke, how do you know Mrs. Miller Shelton?"

Locke said: "I was bored to go shopping yesterday afternoon, and Mrs. Miller Shelton happened to be giving a speech. By the way, do you still remember the person from the district attorney's office who came to see me that day?"

Gwen hummed.

Locke immediately told what happened this morning when he saw Nick Reese and Miller Shelton together. Then, he shrugged and said, "I always feel that the district attorney has some small thoughts, and it seems that Mrs. Miller Shelton was also threatened by him, so I stepped forward.”

Gwen was slightly surprised: "Why is he looking for Mrs. Miller Shelton?"

Locke shook his head: "Who knows."

He knew it, but couldn't say it.

However, after a few days, it should be fine.

at the moment?

Those two Winnie the Pooh dolls are probably still going through the prison process, maybe they haven't been cleaned yet. At this time, if you kill the evil guy, you can't scream. You can only say that the mantis stalks the cicada or the oriole behind you, but you can't scream and. The clams in the river compete with each other and the fisherman gets the benefit.

Just wait two days.

Locke was thinking this, and then changed the subject and said, "Okay, let's not talk about them anymore. How was your day? Has your experiment made any progress?"

"Always stuck on that step."

Gwen sighed. Although she was not a full-time employee, she also knew how much effort Dr. Connors and other colleagues had put in this year: "However, Dr. Connors said that sometimes, This is what experiments are like, don’t be discouraged, as long as you pass this level, all the problems will no longer be a problem.”

Locke smiled and said: "Come on."

Gwen smiled slightly: "So, where should we go to eat?"

"go home."

"ha?"

Locke pointed to the trunk: "Helen said that when he called you just now, he didn't get through. Then he asked me if I had any plans with you in the evening. I said no. Helen just said that there was something missing at home and asked me if I could Bring it back when the time comes, so go home.”

Gwen took the phone again and blinked: "No, mom didn't miss the call."

at this time.

The operator's error message was late but arrived.

Gwen rolled her eyes: "Damn New York Communications, sooner or later he will be replaced."

Locke laughed.

When we returned to Gwen's apartment, George came back at this time.

Locke looked at George, who was wearing a white shirt, coming out of the police car. He was carrying the things Helen told him to buy. He greeted George and entered the elevator together. He said with a smile: "Mr. Stacey, we found the whereabouts of the Wushuang assassin today." ?"

George, who was standing in front, raised his head slightly, turned his head, and glanced at half a body behind him. Others might look like a gentleman, but he looked like Locke, who didn't like to open or lift any pot. He turned back and walked out of the elevator. :"No."

Damn peerless assassin.

George's teeth started to itch when he thought about his lifelong enemy. Sometimes, he even cursed angrily, "There are so many sinners in New York City, how long are you going to rest and go out to work?"

Locke looked at the back of George walking out of the elevator without saying a word and smiled.

Next to her, Gwen lifted Tilock's shoes with her shoes, and then looked helpless. After all, her boyfriend and her father seemed to be just like her father and grandfather, which made Gwen a little embarrassed.

Locke said it was George first.

When he was driving to Osborne Biotechnology in the afternoon, at the intersection, he clearly felt that several traffic policemen even took out their binoculars to look at him after seeing his license plate.

no doubt.

This must be the instruction of New York Police Department Deputy Superintendent George. In order to overpower his son-in-law, he knew how to use his own energy.

Duck's.

How can you reach your current status from a police detective? Locke feels that his contribution is undoubtedly from the C position. Again, without him, George could get the roster of the textile factory. Without him, George would still be in the C position. Can you make a deal with SHIELD alive?

no doubt.

Locke felt that his good intentions were rewarded with a bad heart.

This makes Locke very sad.

Back home.

Locke and Gwen each carried a bag and carried the purchased items into the living room. Helen, who was at home, rummaged around and found a bottle of cooking red wine. She looked at Locke and said, "Great, I was afraid you wouldn't remember the brand. , I was still thinking about whether I should talk to you."

Locke said: "This is basically my second home. How could I forget the brand of the things I use at home?"

He didn't forget it because his memory palace didn't allow him to think like this.

Helen was also very clear about Locke's memory method, but Locke's answer was obviously the answer that she liked the most. She pointed to the sofa: "Okay, you and Gwen go back to the room to play for a while. George, come here and help me chop the vegetables.”

George, who had just taken off his coat and was about to take a sip of home wine, looked up at Helen who walked into the kitchen in a hurry, and then blinked.

Locke walked over and took the wine glass that George had just raised with a smile: "Mr. Stacey, let me drink it for you, otherwise it won't taste good if it's been left for a long time."

George looked at Locke with a bright smile, his eyebrows pounding.

Gwen, who was standing behind Locke, had no choice but to look at George with a pitiful expression, expressing the hope that her beloved father would not be as familiar as her boyfriend.

After dinner.

Return to the room.

Gwen closed the room and couldn't help it anymore. She looked at Locke who was sitting on the computer chair and covered his forehead: "By the way, I fulfilled my promise that time. I promised to find a chance to lose to my father. I found it." ?"

Locke was slightly startled: "I said a tie, Gwen, a tie is acceptable to me."

Gwen rolled her eyes: "I don't care, as long as it can make my father happy and prevent you from fighting all day long, have you thought about it?"

Locke nodded.

Gwen's eyes lit up.

"Really thought of it?"

"certainly."

Locke said: "You have given me rewards, how could I not be careful?"

Gwen also pulled back the quilt, sat on the bed, and looked at Locke expectantly: "So, how do you plan to lose... and tie with my dad?"

Locke said, "How about golf?"

Gwen was slightly startled: "Golf?"

Locke hummed.

Gwen blinked: "But it seems that my dad has never played golf."

Locke smiled and said, "Yes."

After all the calculations, this is the only one. It is easier to tie.

Table tennis?

Locke's soul means that he doesn't need any skills. Even if he is given three balls and blindfolded, it is estimated that George will not be able to beat him.

Moreover, there are winners and losers in table tennis.

Not to mention target practice or something like that.

Or golf.

It just so happened that Locke had never played golf, and when he took the position of deputy superintendent George, it was time to learn how to communicate with the upper class. After all, many things in the federation were negotiated while playing golf.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Locke felt that he was simply worried about George's progress.

But George still doesn't know how to be grateful.

Locke even sighed, looked at Gwen, shrugged and said, "Look, Gwen, I respect George as much as you do."

Gwen was a little moved when she heard Locke's communicative explanation. She stepped forward and hugged Locke. Anyway, it was not once or twice in Gwen's room. I guess Helen knew it well and George pretended not to know.

Then……

Just when he was about to take the next step, Helen's voice came from below.

"Gwen, your dad is leaving."

"..."

Gwen parted her lips from Locke's and winked.

Locke was also slightly stunned.

Went downstairs.

George had already changed into civilian clothes and was checking his holster.

"Dad." Gwen walked down the stairs quickly and asked nervously: "Did the Wushuang assassin show up?"

Locke, who was following behind, had a strange expression.

How long has it been?

Eight months have not passed yet, yet another impostor has appeared?

However, George shook his head: "No, there was a shooting over there in the Redbud Community. Max lives there. I'll go over and take a look."

Max, one of George's good friends.

Bauhinia community?

Isn’t this the community of Clyde Shelton and Miller Shelton?

It was this community that Locke went to when he sent Miller Sheldon off in the morning.

Could it be?

Locke looked at George curiously: "George, which house did the gunfight take place in?"

While putting on his shoes, George said, "No. 55, what's wrong? Do you know anyone in the Bauhinia community?"

Locke raised his eyebrows and admitted: "I just met her this morning, and her house number seems to be No. 55."

George, who was wearing shoes, looked up.

Locke looked at Gwen: "That's Mrs. Miller Shelton's home."

Gwen was stunned for a moment and covered her mouth: "God!"

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