A Certain Marvel Super Player

"The information about the Brotherhood, as well as the architectural drawings of the textile factory, have been sent to your overseas mailbox."

"thanks!"

"My dear friend, can I ask, why do you want to attack the Brotherhood? Of course, if you don't want to answer, it doesn't matter, you have to deal with them, just right, I have something in it."

Locke stood on the balcony, listening to the phone opposite, the iconic Red Devil's laughter, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "They are courting death, is it a reason?"

"Calculate!"

The Red Devil, who was tasting the food somewhere, laughed haha: "I've seen the news in New York."

"Oh, what did you see?"

"Haha, it's a secret, my dear friend."

Locke didn't speak.

I have to say that the Red Devils' laughter is very good to listen to from the perspective of a third party, but being in the scene, especially when the laughter is facing oneself, always gives people a feeling of being underwhelmed.

but……

Can't be cranky.

These days, it is very difficult to find a qualified intelligence supplier, especially the kind of supplier who knows the bottom line is even more difficult to meet.

Like that intelligence provider in Texas.

MMP.

He was about to move to New York, and he was a good guy. He thought he was too much to threaten him. What the result was, it was self-evident.

Locke never accepts any threats.

after awhile.

The Red Devils also stopped laughing, wiped their lips with a napkin, and got up from someone else's dining chair: "After the goods arrive, send a message, and I will have someone come over to get it."

"Don't forget your half a million!"

"Happy cooperation, my friend!"

"Pleasant to work with."

Listening to the blind tone on the phone, the Red Devil laughed, and handed the phone to Dumby, who was holding a weapon. Then, he tilted his head and stared at a man kneeling on the ground in front of him like a gentleman.

next second.

Gunshots came from the room.

Locke hung up the phone very neatly.

He just made a very ordinary transaction.

Simply put.

Tomorrow is Monday, a working day.

The day before yesterday, Locke put the plan to work on Monday to deal with the Brotherhood, and asked if there was a map of the textile factory on the Red Devils side.

After all, judging from the original plot, the old black slave had a secret escape route.

Time was tight, and Locke was too lazy to go to New York City to steal the construction blueprints.

But Locke has been waiting since the day before yesterday, not for fun, or to be idle. What he wants is a pot, otherwise, why would he wait until the working day to do it.

As a result, when Locke asked about the salesman in the hands of the Red Devils, the Red Devils called.

Locke was still a little bit miraculous at the beginning.

Except for the first contact and chatting with the Red Devils at the beginning, at other times, the salesmen under the Red Devils would contact him when buying and selling information.

After all, this kind of simple information, the Red Devils have already passed the stage of hands-on.

But Locke seemed to have thought of something.

The information of any intelligence dealer is not blown by the wind, and the information in the hands of the Red Devil is even more impossible.

However, a killer organization that is somewhat well-known in New York City, and even in the world, for intelligence dealers, the most valuable thing is naturally the account book of the killer organization.

The ledger that recorded the real names of each customer.

but……

The Brotherhood has existed for a long time, but the old black slave's business of taking orders and killing people under the pretense of public welfare should not be long, at most ten years.

After the Red Devil spoke,

Only then did Locke know that he guessed half right.

The Red Devils want ledgers, but not exactly ledgers.

In the words of the Red Devils, he never cheats people. A killer organization that has been in the killer business for six years, its ledger cannot be bought for a mere $500,000.

The Red Devils gave half a million, just wanted one of the pages in that ledger.

Even the Red Devils told Locke which page was on the first page of the account book, including where the account book was placed in the textile factory.

Okay, it's the Red Devils.

After Locke heard the news at the time, there was not much fluctuation. After all, this was the Red Devil.

And Locke wasn't interested in what was on that page either.

That person's money can save people's disasters.

This is the most basic quality of being a killer. As a qualified killer, Locke naturally possesses it.

You don't say, I don't ask, I just want to know, how much!

not to mention……

With Locke having seen the "Blacklist" of the four seasons, you can also imagine the content on that page with your toes, which must have something to do with his true identity that the Red Devils don't want people to know.

I don't want to ask this.

Locke is not afraid of anyone, but he is afraid of trouble, especially for no reason, the trouble of disrupting his tasks and saving money to buy Godhead.

Now that the Red Devils have made a bid, then give it to the Red Devils.

Customer is god.

Locke returned to the study, opened his overseas mailbox, and saw that the email from the salesman under the Red Devils "I am not a Red Devil" has been sent.

Open.

The Brotherhood's roster, and even the architectural drawings of the Brotherhood's resident textile factory, including how many things have been added after several renovations, are in it.

"As expected of the Red Devil!"

Locke clicked his tongue twice and sighed: "What a fierce man who can mix the title of a criminal world goalkeeper in the dark world."

Locke's unparalleled title was taken by himself, but the title of the goalkeeper of the Red Devils is recognized.

There is no comparison.

The drawing of the textile factory opened by the researcher Locke licked his lips. With this drawing, it would not be difficult to go to work tomorrow and cook the people of the textile factory in one pot.

Jingle Bell!

Locke took the phone that was put aside, glanced at the incoming call, and raised his eyebrows.

"Gwen?"

After Locke answered the phone, he asked curiously, "It's so late, haven't you slept yet?"

It's almost twelve o'clock.

A very hard worker indeed.

Gwen, who was leaning on the bed, smiled and put the books in his hands together: "Do you take the bus or drive to school tomorrow."

Locke was slightly taken aback: "Does the school have a bus passing through Fifth Avenue?"

How could he not know?

Fortunately, after his car was scrapped for the first time, he even took a taxi to school in luxury.

But even if there is, Locke may not sit. After all, he still likes to make himself more comfortable.

Gwen smiled. "Of course, but if you're driving tomorrow, we can go together. I got my driver's license, remember?"

Locke said: "I went with you, of course I remember, but I may be later tomorrow."

"what?"

"Well, about the house in the Xingchen Building, I need to get the certificate, but it shouldn't be too late."

The textile factory goes to work at six o'clock.

Go and come back.

The battle was over in an hour, about seven o'clock, and then I rushed back to drive to get my certificate, and then went to school. I should be able to arrive before eight thirty of the first class.

Gwen listened, surprised for a moment, and then sighed, "Well, I thought you could sit next to me and remind me."

Locke smiled, and then asked curiously, "Didn't George say that he would follow you when you drove on the first day?"

"Dad is working overtime!"

"All right."

Gwen smiled, said that it was okay, and then said, "Dad just went out. It is said that he is going to the court to apply for a search warrant, otherwise, he will not be able to catch up with the action tomorrow morning."

Locke: "..."