A Certain Marvel Super Player

Boom!

The pickup truck instantly turned into an orange fireball under the gaze, quickly rose into the air, and then turned directly into a pile of wreckage.

"Gwen!"

"Uncle Jack."

Under the protection and vigilance of the SWAT team, after Gwen opened the car door, she hugged a heavily armed man who was about the same age as George.

Jack, captain of the New York Police Department's SWAT team.

Just took office last month.

In a confrontation with an old black man, Jack relied on the unreserved trust and support of Senior Superintendent George Stacey and his people to defeat the white leftists within the police department, making Jack a new member of New York City. The talker of the police department's SWAT team.

The friendship between Jack and George also has a history of many years. Come on, when Locke goes to George's house occasionally, Jack will be there, and Jack's daughter is also there in September this year, because there are recommendation letters from Locke and Gwen. , and also enrolled in Zhongcheng University.

After all, they are the two top students of Midtown University, and Locke is also the student council president of Midtown University. Not to mention that Jack's daughter's grades are not bad, even if she is a scumbag, Midtown University will still give her such a small favor.

Jack looked at Locke who came out of the driver's seat, nodded, and after confirming that both children were fine, he circled in the sky through the headset and couldn't find a suitable place to land. He was almost anxious. George, who rappelled directly, said: "George, both children are fine."

Um.

And it can be said that he was unscathed.

but……

Locke is fine, which means one thing.

Something is going to happen to someone.

And it’s a big deal!

By the time Jane Doe received the news that Locke had been attacked again and was stunned, Locke and Gwen had been safely escorted to the New York Police Department building.

"Give."

"Thanks."

George thought for a while and handed the full bourbon to Locke, who was sitting on the sofa in his office with Gwen.

Locke took it and said thank you. Then, under George's gaze, he drank the full glass of bourbon in one gulp and handed the empty glass to George again: "Can I have another glass? I drank too much." Soon."

George's eyebrows beat a few times, but considering that Locke should be suffering from the aftereffects of the adrenaline dissipation, he gave up the idea of ​​calling the police to report underage drinking. He didn't say anything, but turned around and poured another glass. Bourbon then handed the cup to Locke. After sitting down, he asked curiously: "When was the car modified?"

Locke took it and felt a little lucky: "After the house was bugged, I realized that I should have a safe house, so I entrusted Yincheng Insurance to help modify it to the specifications of the presidential car. After all, , you know, they don’t want to pay for my fifth Audi either.”

This is the truth.

If George went to Silver City Insurance Company now, he would get the same answer from Locke.

His car was indeed modified and was bulletproof, but Locke used the unparalleled magic weapon to slightly enhance its bulletproof capabilities.

After Locke finished speaking, he glanced at Gwen, who was drinking hot cocoa and suppressing her shock. She looked at George with a somewhat sad expression: "I just thought, I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm just afraid of what happens. But, I didn't expect that it really happened." It came in handy.”

George wanted to laugh.

But the next second.

George thought about the scene of Locke and his precious daughter dying tragically on the spot if there were no bulletproof cars, and his expression became frightened, and he nodded in sympathy.

As for the rest, George didn't think much about it.

Nothing else.

There are many examples of Locke being well prepared, and Locke's good luck has come at the expense of George giving up his fishing addiction, and he has thoroughly seen what it means to be a man kissed by the goddess of luck.

so……

George was not too surprised by Locke's statement, just like George had no doubts about why Locke's shooting skills were so fast and accurate.

With the five vampires in Lake Kali who were shot in the head as a warning, isn't it normal for a few gangsters to shoot quickly and accurately?

But, George was frowning.

"Who did you mess with again?"

"..."

Locke felt the movement of Gwen's body stiffening next to him. He sipped the wine in the glass and looked at George: "George, I'm only seventeen years old. Believe me, even if I provoke someone, that person will not kill him." The soldiers came to hunt me down."

George was stunned for a moment and nodded: "That's right."

The most enemies a seventeen-year-old kid can provoke is probably to use money to find a few Hell's Kitchen gangsters and then intimidate them.

But just now...

Those are a group of dead soldiers who are not afraid of death.

In an ordinary pursuit battle, even if the New York Police Department is pulling its hips, ordinary villains will choose to avoid their sharp edges after seeing the New York Police Department appear. But what about that group of people?

At first glance, he doesn't look like an ordinary gangster. Instead, he looks like a spy organization.

at this time.

Gwen, who was holding a cup of hot cocoa next to her, raised her head and said, "Dad, can you find a room for Locke and I to take a rest? We are victims."

When George came back to his senses, he didn't know what he thought of. He nodded and said with a smile: "Of course, dad will arrange it now."

after awhile.

George found a female police officer and took Locke and Gwen to the safe house in the building. Then, he blew a whistle and called Kate Beckett: "Kate, last time, the suspect in the Star Building eavesdropping case Find out where the witnesses are now, don't call the FBI directly, I'm worried, they lied."

Beckett was stunned for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

George frowned slightly.

The Star Building eavesdropping case some time ago.

This time the death attack case.

besides……

Then Washington claimed that the spy war occurred at the Port of Manhattan.

George had previously confessed to being a suspect in the Star Building eavesdropping case, and the witnesses and physical evidence were there, so George did not connect the eavesdropping case with the espionage case.

at the moment?

As a veteran police officer, George had vaguely noticed that there seemed to be some connection between them.

Gwen was also the one who noticed something was wrong.

In the lounge.

Gwen, who had been silent since she just came in, sat on the sofa and looked at Locke: "Locke, who is chasing you?"

Locke turned to look at Gwen.

Gwen had a forced smile on her face: "I can feel that you know something..."

Locke interrupted directly: "International Contract Agency."

He had no intention of hiding this from Gwen.

Concealing something is not a good habit, especially during the relationship. Gwen has no reservations about him. Naturally, Locke will also have no reservations about Gwen.

As for the Peerless Assassins, Rococo and Cain?

That's their business, having a barren relationship with Locke.

Gwen was slightly stunned, looking at Locke, and seemed to feel something.

Well……

She didn't expect Locke to be so crisp and clear.

Locke looked at the expression on Gwen's delicate face, smiled slightly, and repeated his promise: "Gwen, I have no reservations about you, and, in fact, I only found out about this international contract agency yesterday, I didn’t expect it would come so quickly.”

Gwen listened to Locke's repeated assurances and Locke's explanation, thinking about the scene just now in the car where she seemed to be planning to speak, but didn't because she was rushing to escape. She nodded and pursed her lips: "This The International Contract Agency is…”

"A killer organization."

"ah?"

Gwen blinked, seeming to think of something, and looked at Locke: "Is it the organization where the Wushuang Assassin works?"

Locke was slightly startled: "What, no, this is an organization that has been investigated by the CIA but cannot be confirmed."

How could he be from this organization?

He's not a clone.

"CIA?"

Gwen thought of Nameless Doe and couldn't help but look at Locke: "Have you joined the CIA?"

Locke shook his head: "No."

If Gwen had asked yesterday, he would definitely have said yes, he had an idea, but yesterday, he skipped class on the first day he joined the CIA reserve team.

Gwen looked at Locke and smiled: "I believe you."

Looking at the expression on Gwen's face, Locke also laughed, and then told the truth about what he was yesterday and what he shouldn't be today.

Just like he said, without reservation.

There are no secrets between Locke and Gwen!

He didn't want Gwen to secretly search for something because of his concealment. Then, by accident, Locke suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. Then, if he wanted to see Gwen again, he had to go through hell. Go to hell to get people.

Gwen opened her mouth wide and looked at Locke: "That anonymous person, did he recruit you because your mother is from the CIA?"

Locke's eyelids twitched: "Can you not use that title? If you use Lorraine Broughton, I will thank you."

Gwen turned a deaf ear and lowered her head: "But, International Contract Agency, why are they chasing you? Is it just because you wanted to know the cause of your mother's death, and they found out, and then they wanted to silence you to avoid you Will you seek revenge from them in the future?"

Locke's mouth twitched: "I have no intention of revenge for her."

But he has thoughts of revenge for himself.

Moreover, the anger is already building up.

Gwen was suddenly startled: "That's wrong."

Locke came back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

Gwen looked up at Locke and frowned: "How did the International Contract Agency know about this? By the way, is it a wiretap in your building? But this is not right, because you threatened to withdraw, and then the anonymous That piece of information that sir gave you that was not obliterated?"

Locke raised his eyebrows.

Gwen's words can basically be used to prove one thing.

There is nothing mysterious about international contracting agencies.

At least for the CIA, it's just that for Anonymous, it's very mysterious, because the CIA is Anonymous, and Anonymous is not the CIA.

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