A Certain Marvel Super Player

Eye to eye!

Flames burst out.

In the Audi, Locke leaned on his chair and looked at George standing on the side of the road with a smile, who happened to be looking this way, and then seemed slightly panicked.

George's expression changed very well.

From confusion, to shock, then to surprise, and then to nervousness again!

Locke greeted with a smile: "Hi?"

"Unparalleled Thorn..."

As soon as George spoke, Kate Beckett, who thought someone was going to assassinate George, had already pulled out a gun. Then, a bullet was fired directly and headed towards Locke.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

The two bullets collided in the air, squeezed, and fell!

Locke raised the corner of his mouth, stepped on the accelerator, and then seemed to blast directly in the direction where Nick Reese left just now.

George and others came to their senses.

"Farke!"

"Get in the car, get in the car!"

"Hurry up!"

"Notify the traffic police."

"dog Dog Dog!"

"Wow!!!!"

moment.

Five police cars and five private cars directly hung up their alarm bells, rang their alarm bells, and hurried towards Locke, who had almost disappeared from their sight.

"Attention all units, the Wushuang assassin is fleeing from west to south, from Third Avenue to Eighteenth Street."

"Escape?"

Locke, who was driving the car, blinked as he listened to the voice coming from the walkie-talkie that he had passed on to a police officer some time ago in case of emergencies and came in handy today.

Where does the phrase "escape" come from?

I'm not walking...

chant.

Aren't I worried that George would chase him and fall in love with him, so I came out and played sports with George?

Does this mean he is running away?

Locke thought this and grabbed the walkie-talkie.

"Superintendent Stacey, I heard that you were promoted, so I came to say hello to you. Why did I run away all of a sudden?"

"...Sir, the unparalleled assassins are with us..."

"Shut up, I know!"

George's voice came from the intercom angrily: "Damn Peerless Assassin, I will definitely catch you this time. All police officers, switch to channel 112."

Finished.

There was dead silence on the intercom.

but……

Locke blinked at George's words.

Channel 112 is not a channel number, but a set of secret codes, which are the internal codes of the police station.

However, Locke is born with a photographic memory and is a man with a memory palace. Moreover, Locke felt that during this period, he slept at George's house more times than he slept in the Star Building. Naturally, how could he not know? What channel is this channel 112?

so.

When George switched the channel and just breathed a sigh of relief, the voice of the Peerless Assassin came from the walkie-talkie again.

"Superintendent Stacey, your New York Police Department's code is the same as Washington's nuclear bomb code. It has not been changed for a long time. I suggest that you need to change your code book."

"... Wushuang Assassin, you can't run away. Let the helicopter take off. I want to see how you can escape from under my nose this time."

"unnecessary."

Locke chuckled, controlled with one hand, and made a gorgeous drift directly through the gap between the two police cars in front of him: "If you want to chase me, I can even tell you my destination, 18th Street, hurry up , don’t be dumped by me!”

Finished.

Locke threw the intercom onto the passenger seat.

"Eighteenth Street?"

"George, is that the street where Nick Reese's apartment is?"

"Where's Nick Reese?"

Kate Beckett, who was in another car, contacted George on the phone: "Nick Reese was found at the entrance to Central Park."

George said in a deep voice: "Kate, take people to Central Park to protect Nick Reese."

This time, the name of the executor on the notice was not Wushuang Assassin.

But the Dark Head?

There is no doubt that George suspected at this moment that the Wushuang Assassin did not show up out of boredom at this time, but came prepared to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Over there, Kate listened to George's instructions and said yes. Then, at the fork in the road, several police cars completed the diversion in an instant. George's police car looked at the Audi that wanted to drift from the street to the end of the street with eyes. In the scorching heat.

Chuchuchu!

A New York Police Department helicopter had overtaken the latecomer and appeared directly in the sky.

This time...

Peerless assassin, I will put the handcuffs on you with my own hands!

George held the steering wheel with both hands, and the accelerator roared.

18th Street!

Buzz!

The Audi made a gorgeous drift directly in front of Nick Reese's apartment. Locke stepped out of the car. After the person had already climbed up the steps, the Audi rubbed white smoke, and then, with a hiss, continued to move towards The front is open.

Locke buttoned his suit, looked at the police car that had just driven onto the roadside, waved and signaled, and then violently opened the door of the apartment as if entering his own apartment.

He was thinking about George and others.

After all, if Locke bombed the door, then the New York Police Department does not need to compensate, but if the New York Police Department violently broke into the door, it would need to compensate for the maintenance costs of the door.

This proves another thing.

People who bully the most are often those who like to follow the rules.

Almost less than thirty seconds after Locke walked into the apartment, police cars from both sides of 18th Street crowded at the door of the apartment as if they had entered a parking lot.

"Boom!"

"George..."

George got out of the car as soon as the vehicle stopped. He held his own gun in both hands and prepared to attack the interior of the apartment. Fortunately, Jason caught George with quick hands and eyes: "The SWAT team will be here in five minutes. "

What a joke.

It's one thing for the New York Police Department to be unable to catch the Wushuang assassin, but it's another thing entirely for a senior police officer to die tragically at the hands of a Wushuang assassin under such circumstances.

George, who felt that he was being ridiculed by the unparalleled assassin, temporarily regained some sense after being pulled back by Jason.

but……

George didn't quite understand.

If the Wushuang Assassins were trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain, then why did they choose this apartment? Isn't it obvious that they were trying to catch a turtle in a jar?

"etc."

George put his hands on his hips and looked at the residents who were evacuating from the apartment in an orderly and skillful manner under the arrangements of the police. He wiped his face and looked at Jason next to him: "Where is Nick Reese's notice?" ?”

Jason took out the notice in the evidence bag from his arms and handed it to George.

George took over and looked.

Charge: Selling your soul! 』

"What the hell kind of crime is this?"

"Jingle Bell!"

George frowned at the charges on the notice, frowned, then took out his mobile phone, looked at the caller ID on it, answered the call, and his expression softened a little: "Gwen, what's wrong?"

Gwen, who was still in the Osborne Biological Building, said: "Dad, have you watched the news on New York's No. 1 TV station?"

"What?"

"The trailer for Aunt Patty Finn's "Exploring the Mystery" has been released. I feel that it may have something to do with the Peerless Assassin, so I'm telling you."

"I see."

George frowned, hung up the phone, and dialed Patty Finn's personal phone number directly.

Although last time, he told Helen, he didn't save Patty Finn's phone number.

but……

He was telling the truth because he had Patty Finn's phone number memorized and there was no need to store it in the phone.

only?

George frowned as he listened to the calls that were being dialed but no one answered.

on New York TV.

Ms. Patty Finn looked at the vibrating cell phone in her hand, thought for a moment, opened the drawer, and threw the cell phone in.

Sorry, George, although I really want to answer your call, this is work. You said it yourself, work is work and life is life. I think you will not blame me.

Ms. Patty Finn thought so in her mind, and this seemed to be another opportunity. After tonight, she could use her apology as an excuse and ask George to have a meal as an apology.

Well, it's not a date, it's an apology.

Ms. Patty Finn raised her lips. She was poached by someone by mistake back then, but she was confident that she could poach her again.

The vibrating phone only lasted for two minutes.

Because the SWAT team is already here.

With the arrival of the New York Police Department SWAT team, George was already putting a body armor on himself.

When the special service captain saw this, he opened his mouth: "Sir..."

George looked up directly: "The Peerless Assassin is mine. "

The special service captain looked at George's fiery eyes, swallowed thickly, waved his hand, and signaled the special service members behind him, who were armed to the teeth, to start attacking.

soon.

George and the SWAT team leader each put their hands on the shoulders of a SWAT team member holding a blast shield and issued the order.

"dog Dog Dog!"

"Dog!"

"dog!"

moment.

Two special service members holding explosion-proof shields entered the apartment directly. Then, they rushed directly along the stairs and quickly rushed towards the apartment floor where Nick Reese was located.

Locke yawned at the door of Nick Reese's house. He soon got bored of waiting, and then he saw George and others over there, moving slowly like a turtle: "It's too slow, Stella. Superintendent West.”

Finished.

Locke dodged and entered Nick Reese's home.

Three seconds later.

George's voice came from outside the door: "Wushuang Assassin, surrender."

Locke threw the written paper on the coffee table in the apartment and raised his head after hearing these words: "Then come in. I thought there were hostages here. It's a pity."

George and the SWAT captain winked.

The next second.

boom!

The door to the apartment was blasted open with a hammer.

After the door-breaking hammer was used up, it was thrown to the ground with a clang and a crisp sound.

But that's it.

There was a grunt.

A black, round thing was thrown directly from the broken door of the house.

George and others looked at the thing rolling on the ground.

His eyes shrank!

…

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