A Certain Marvel Super Player

"Mr. Wushuang!"

At the gate of the King family's estate somewhere in New Jersey, Taylor King, who had been guarding the door, looked at Locke, who had removed the black cloth covering his eyes from the black car and walked over quickly: "Sorry, this is decided by my father. rules."

Locke shook hands with Taylor King: "Your territory, your rules."

Locke didn't mind coming here masked.

The primary purpose of his visit this time was to seek money. The amount he paid for selling the Voodoo Encyclopedia arrived as promised. He was easy to talk to, but if the Jin family planned to play some tricks, that would be another matter.

"This way please, Mr. Wushuang."

"Um."

Locke adjusted his sleeves, nodded to Taylor King who was leading the way, and followed Taylor King into this manor that looked unremarkable on the outside.

After walking along the stairs to the auction venue, which was located on the ground floor of the manor and was much more splendidly decorated than the one above the ground, it seemed that most of the guests who came to participate in the auction had already arrived.

Of course.

They all wore masks, just like attending a masquerade ball, but again, if masks are useful, then what is the point of Langley's invention of human skin masks?

Locke saw a few familiar people.

For example, the boss of a large company in the Federation.

For example, a killer company in the Federation.

For example, there is a rumor that a certain contractor boss is responsible for the CIA's overseas operations.

It has to be said that the Jin family's network of contacts is very broad. Basically, every generation, coming and going, from a certain perspective, the customers he prepares to sell or buy will become the Jin family's connections. Although, the Jin family The family guarantees that no customer registration information will be left behind.

However, everyone is here to fool around, so just listen to this sentence.

Locke has no doubt that his name is also on the account books of the Jin family. For example, the information that the Peerless Assassin commissioned Taylor King to sell the Voodoo Encyclopedia on a certain day and a certain year is also there.

Compared to others, Locke is pretty good.

At the very least, the Jin family, like most people, only knows that the Wushuang Assassin is called the Wushuang Assassin, without any other unnecessary information elements.

after awhile.

Rosa is here too.

Wearing a long purple dress, holding a small bag in her hand, as if attending a dinner party, and wearing a mask engraved with crystals, she walked down from the entrance in a stunning manner.

When Rosa appeared on the stage, she attracted the attention of many guests.

Locke turned his head and took a look, taking a glass of bourbon from the tray of the waiter who walked over.

Rosa came over: "Hi!"

Locke glanced at Rosa: "This is not in line with your character."

"How to say?"

"I am Wushuang."

He is the one who likes to use Wushuang. The League of Assassins all use stealth mode.

Locke stared at a portrait of Van Gogh hanging on the wall, without looking at Rosa next to him, and sipped his glass of wine: "However, it is a stunning appearance. It is eye-catching."

Rosa thanked her, took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, and took a sip: "Did I steal your eyeballs?"

Locke's lips raised: "Want to see what I look like under my sunglasses?"

"Many people are curious about what you look like under your sunglasses."

"Then let them continue to be curious."

Locke drank all the bourbon in his glass and said in a calm tone: "There are only two kinds of people who see what I look like. One is a dead person, and the other is a thing that can never speak human words. Which one do you want to do?"

Rosa shrugged: "I choose to be myself."

Locke nodded and looked at Rosa: "Smart choice."

Said.

Locke looked up at the underground hall, the left passage where the bonfire was burning, and narrowed his eyes: "Magic, I didn't know that the Jin family also has vampire guests."

He had already unlocked the vampire aura when he went hunting with George, and he also had the status of an emperor-level vampire.

so……

There was no way he could mistake the scent of a vampire.

Rosa's eyes lit up when she heard Locke's words: "Vampires? We met two in Queens, New York City a few days ago. Before coming to the Federation, we thought these vampires had settled in Europe."

Locke smiled and looked at Rosa: "Then you should go to Texas."

The Lone Star State is vast and sparsely populated, so correspondingly, there are more non-human species. If Texas can be compared to the bottom of a well, then sitting in a well and looking at the sky is not a derogatory term, but a complimentary term.

When you are in Texas and see Texas clearly, you have seen the whole world clearly.

Rosa listened to Locke's words and nodded seriously: "Maybe when Lynch's daughter and son come over, we will go to Texas for vacation."

Locke said: "Remember to go to the Lone Star Bar. If you're lucky, you can see the Lord of Hell singing up there."

Except, that's pure noise pollution.

If the Lord of Hell hadn't been able to fight, and if he was particularly cautious, he would have been beaten to death in the bar.

Locke didn't take it seriously that there was a vampire guest here.

Those who come are guests.

He is also a newcomer, and he will not do anything to overwhelm the guest.

after awhile.

After walking around for a while, Rosa found Locke who was looking at another oil painting. She looked at the oil painting Locke was looking at and said, "What's the name of this painting?"

"The Battle of Glenvar!"

Locke said in a calm tone: "The works of the Polish painter Matejko, who is best at portraits and historical paintings, are among the famous painters who have been ignored."

"...Do you know how to draw?"

"don't know."

Locke laughed and looked away from the oil painting: "I once thought about buying some things that preserve value, and oil paintings are one of them."

But after thinking about it later, Locke just gave up.

Nothing else.

Nowadays, the high-value oil paintings on the market all have their own owners, and for those lost oil paintings, he is too lazy to buy them at a premium and let them come out.

The most important point is that oil paintings are not easy to cash in, and they may also attract the attention of the FBI Art Crime Investigation Division.

It would be better to let the mainland hotel launder money directly.

"Ding ding ding!"

at this time.

On the auction stage that had been set up in the hall, a pale old man came there, escorted by Taylor King and his brother Francis King, and then gently tapped the champagne in his hand.

Rosa raised her eyebrows and said, "Is Earl King in good health?"

Locke remained calm.

Rosa whispered: "A few days ago, Earl King's body still needed a wheelchair. I checked the information and found that Earl King is terminally ill, but now?"

"Maybe I found a good doctor," Locke said.

Rosa shook her head.

Locke looked at Earl King who was making the opening remarks over there, raised the corners of his mouth, and whispered: "If you are alive, you will naturally be free from all kinds of diseases, but what if you die, for example, you become a vampire."

There was a pause.

Locke looked at Rosa: "Maybe you should prepare silver bullets."

Rosa was slightly startled.

After Locke said this, he stopped talking. Instead, he looked at Earl King with interest on the stage, who didn't even feel his heart beating. He was very curious about who gave Earl King his first hug. .

The most important thing is, how did this vampire get his mouth?

These days, don’t vampires recruit people based on their quality?

What did the old Japanese say when he came?

etc.

I am not a vampire, I am a vampire, an emperor-level vampire.

oh.

That's okay.

Locke laughed inwardly, then smiled.

On the stage, Earl King had finished his toast. After shouting "Cheers", everyone participating in the auction also shouted "Cheers" and took a sip of the wine in their glasses.

Immediately afterwards.

The auction part has arrived.

Taylor King over there walked down the stage with a smile on his face, nodded to Rosa next to Locke, and then watched his brother's guests leave, then said to Locke: "Mr. Wushuang, I'm sorry. The first five items were all found by my brother.”

Locke smiled: "I never care if I miss the scenery halfway, as long as the final result is what I want, that's all."

Taylor King smiled, snapped his fingers, and the attendant came over. Taylor King brought out two champagnes, handed one to Locke, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wushuang, I wish everything goes well, cheers."

Locke was very gentlemanly, clinked glasses, and then drank the champagne in the glass.

Taylor King also took charge of the landlord's friendship, took away the empty champagne in Locke's hand, and then smiled at Locke and said: "Excuse me, Mr. Wushuang."

Locke nodded and watched Taylor King walk towards the next customer he found, following the same pattern.

really.

The adult world is full of difficulties.

But……

Why are you seeking death?

Locke was thinking this in his mind. From the corner of his eye, he watched the attendant who took away his champagne. After turning around in a circle, with a skillful move, the empty champagne that belonged to him disappeared inexplicably.

Good guy.

sure.

You should do magic tricks.

Locke narrowed his eyes.

However, I still can't figure it out, why, despite all the good things, Earl King started to seek death inexplicably?

Is his knife bad?

still……

The price someone gave is too good?

who?

Locke thought in his mind.

at this time.

On the auction stage, Taylor King's brother Francis King excitedly announced the next item to be auctioned.

The whereabouts of the forbidden fruit.

Francis King's eyes fell on Rosa, who was wearing a mask, and then passed over another masked, tall, Western European woman with a nine-headed body and beautiful legs: "This news , the Jin family guarantees its reputation, it is 100% authentic, and the starting price is five million US dollars."

The words fell.

The Western European woman had already directly raised her sign: "Six million!"

Rosa, without changing her expression, also raised her sign: "Seven million!"

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