A Certain Marvel Super Player

Two hundred and seventy-two, International Contract Agency

Why hasn't this mission been completed yet?

MMP!

Locke was speechless.

Lorraine Broughton not only didn't raise him, she didn't even leave him a piece of steel, and most importantly, she didn't even give him a face.

The results of it?

As soon as he showed up, he immediately needed help wiping his butt.

good.

I have a mission, make money, and don’t be embarrassed.

But why hasn't this mission been completed yet?

Could it be...

Is there anything else that I don't know?

Locke's six senses were touched, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he quickly flipped through all the information about Lorraine Broughton in the Memory Palace.

CIA.

MI6.

KGB.

No more. The only things that can make people think about Lorraine Broughton are these three organizations. One is loyal, and the troubles of the other two organizations have just been solved.

Locke stood on the balcony with the bourbon glass in his hand, looking at New York City under the night, his eyes twinkling slightly.

Could it be related to Lorraine Broughton's last mission?

In the information given by Anonymous, the previous information was very detailed, but the last task, which was the rare task that led to the death of Lorraine Broughton, had half of it omitted.

Locke was not curious about how Lorraine died at first, but when the matter involved his mission, Locke's curiosity arose.

The six senses were touched again.

and……

Locke looked at the task progress bar that suddenly jumped from 80% to 81%, and completely understood that he was right.

The next second.

Locke's face turned dark.

Speechless.

Locke thought in his mind.

the next day.

Locke drove to a warehouse under the Brooklyn Bridge and met the mentor assigned to him by Nameless Doe, Clyde Sheldon.

enter the warehouse.

There was a crash.

As a floor moved away, what came into view was a secret passage leading to the underground space. After walking in with Clyde Sheldon, he discovered that this was a secret base no smaller than a warehouse.

"Is this a secret CIA stronghold?"

"Mr. Anonymous's base."

Clyde Shelton led Locke to a room filled with various weapons, and said casually, then turned to look at Locke: "One of them."

He is another typical guy who uses public funds for personal matters.

Who came last?

Clyde Shelton dismantled several weapons on the table in three strokes: "From today on, every Saturday, I will wait for you here, and I will I’ll teach you what I know.”

Locke did not answer, but looked at Clyde: "Do you know Lorraine Broughton?"

Clyde was stunned for a moment and looked up at Locke.

Locke said: "I have seen Lorraine Broughton's information. After the Berlin Wall mission, she went on several missions with you."

"……yes."

"What was her last mission?"

"What?"

"Her last mission."

Clyde Sheldon frowned and said, "That's not something you can know."

Locke nodded, then turned and left.

Clyde froze.

"Where are you going?"

"go home."

"..."

Locke kept his word. His primary purpose for coming here was to deal with whatever problems Lorraine Broughton had left for him, not for training.

He doesn't mind being an agent who can complete missions in the future, but just because he doesn't mind doesn't mean he has to be one.

Anyway, if he wants to take the mission when the time comes, he can also take it from the KGB.

It does not matter.

A thud.

Only then did Clyde come to his senses from the sound of the door closing. His mouth opened wide, as if he couldn't believe it. When he walked out, he saw that the silver Audi had already entered Brooklyn. The bridge is over.

"Walter?" Clyde blinked. Didn't Anonymous say that he had already agreed? What?

Clyde took out his cell phone and quickly called Jane Doe directly.

soon.

On the way home, Locke received a call from Jane Doe.

Anonymous, who was on the private plane, rubbed his eyebrows: "Didn't you say that you don't care about Lorraine Broughton?"

Locke's expression was indifferent: "I don't care, but that doesn't mean you don't have to say anything."

It's his business that he doesn't care about.

But if the CIA doesn’t say that, it’s a matter of integrity. They’re all their own, especially Lorraine Broughton’s. What can’t he know?

"That mission is confidential. Now you..."

"learn."

Locke nodded and interrupted directly: "Goodbye, Mr. Anonymous."

"Hey Hey hey……"

"Walter..."

When Mr. Anonymous's fluctuation passed again, the person on the other end of the phone was already being blacklisted.

"This kid..."

Mr. Anonymous had a headache. After thinking about it, he raised his head and said to Agent L, who came with him: "Turn the plane around and go back to New York City."

Agent L nodded expressionlessly.

At night.

"Mr. Broughton, the man who calls himself..."

"I know, let him come up."

"OK."

After Anonymous walked out of the elevator, he looked at the open door, and then his eyes fell on Locke, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking and studying seriously. He smiled speechlessly and walked in. By the way, he brought opened the door.

There was a snap.

Anonymous threw a piece of information in his hand on the coffee table, then sat down and looked at Locke, who was holding a chemistry book and taking notes, and shook his head: "Maybe, my recruitment choice was wrong. .”

Locke glanced up at Anonymous: "Take the information, I don't need it anymore."

"What?"

"I am very busy."

Locke put down the pen in his hand, looked at Anonymous, and said with a smile: "For me, joining the CIA is a choice, but it is by no means the best choice. You have tested me, and I have also tested you. Very Obviously, I passed the test on your side, but you didn’t pass my test.”

Anonymous frowned.

Locke glanced at the information on the coffee table, which was printed with top secret, and even the title was blackened, and smiled: "You are right, I don't care about Lorraine Broughton, so this information, I There is no need to read it. If there is nothing else, I need to review. I have a chemistry test next month. When you leave, please hold the door for me, thank you."

Anonymous was slightly stunned.

He has been working in the industry for decades and has recruited not a hundred but fifty agents. However, this is the first time that he has a personality like Locke, who can say goodbye directly after a disagreement.

The key is……

Locke really has the confidence to say this.

He is good-looking, rich, has a superb IQ, and has a photographic memory. He is obviously a winner in life, so why should he be your agent?

but.

Anonymous said in a deep voice: "If you say this because I didn't tell you the whole truth at once, then maybe you are not as mature and stable as I think you are."

The pen in Locke's hand paused for a moment, then he put it down again, closed the notebook in front of him, looked at Anonymous, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "I'm only seventeen years old, sir."

Whether he is mature or not, whether he is stable or not, is his business.

He can be mature or willful.

"Besides..."

Locke smiled: "I have money, and I have this willful qualification."

Anonymous was speechless.

Locke got up from the sofa, without even looking at the information on the coffee table, and walked towards the bar with an empty wine glass: "Let's have a drink, and then walk slowly, no delivery."

Anonymous took a deep breath.

The next second.

"ICA!"

Anonymous turned around and looked at Locke who was walking over to the bar: "Your mother... Lorraine Broughton's last mission target was ICA, the full name of International Contract Agency. It was a person who was investigated by us, but never There is direct evidence of a killer organization.”

Since Locke doesn't intend to read it, he can only dictate it.

after all.

Who said Locke was right?

It was John Doe who wanted Locke to join, not Locke who wanted to join John Doe.

Again.

Anonymous originally wanted to use Lorraine Broughton's information to recruit Locke to join the gang. The reason why he blacked out the last task was because this killer organization had never been confirmed, and the photos at the scene were somewhat bloody.

Locke poured wine into his glass with an expressionless expression.

after awhile.

After Anonymous finished speaking, he glanced at Locke, who was not doing anything, stood up and walked towards the door. He stopped at the door, shook his head, turned around and looked at Locke over the bar: "If You just want to simply get to know your mother, so you can tell it directly. I can guarantee that as long as there is anything about your mother, Clyde will tell you everything. Goodbye, Locke, I hope, next week Don’t leave early again.”

A thud.

Locke held the wine glass and looked at the room with the door closed. He took a sip of the wine in the glass and walked to the sofa. His eyes fell on the information on the coffee table.

Was he being willful just now?

No.

He was hammering, telling Anonymous not to play secret games with me. He didn't want to do it anymore and could leave at any time and at any time.

As for why Anonymous made up his mind that he wanted to know more about Lorraine?

That was Jane Doe's problem, not his.

Locke flipped through the information and noticed the wreckage of the apartment building and the high-definition flesh and blood in the wreckage. His face was expressionless, and these pictures did not affect his drinking movements at all.

He had only one thought.

International contract agency?

ICA?

Isn't this an organization that specially cultivates a group of bald killers?

so……

This time, not only was the KGB targeting me because of Lorraine Broughton, but the ICA was also targeting me because of Lorraine Broughton?

WTF?

Why?

People sitting at home?

Did the pot come from heaven?

I've never even met Lorraine Broughton, so I'm taking the blame?

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