A Certain Marvel Super Player

The soundproofing of the safe house is also great.

Locke invited Mrs. A and Mr. C to sit down with a smile on his face. Then he glanced at the people who had already entered outside, smiled, and then grabbed a bottle of whiskey next to him.

after awhile.

Locke took a sip of the wine in his glass, nodded, and looked at Mr. C, who was tied up and sitting on the sofa with Mrs. A: "Is that you who was talking to me just now?"

At this moment, Mr. C's words were not as calm as before, and he said directly: "Fifty million..."

"what?"

"Buy your life."

"Buy my life!"

Mr. C said to Locke: "Mr. Wushuang, give me an account number, 50 million, and the money will be transferred to the account immediately."

Locke nodded: "It's a good deal."

Mr. C looked happy.

but……

Locke changed the subject and chuckled: "In that case, why should I let you go? If I kill you, won't your things still belong to me?"

Mr. C was stunned immediately.

Mrs. A, who was sitting next to her, sneered: "Stop talking, C, didn't you see? There is no way he would let us go."

"right."

Locke looks pretty good, but there is one problem. Mrs. A, who is a bit old, has a very calm expression: "Yes, take people's money to help them eliminate disasters!"

Mrs. A sneered: "I'm afraid it's more than that."

Locke stood up, stood in front of Mrs. A, and looked at Mrs. A with a smile: "Tell me and listen."

Mrs. A glanced at Locke, and then closed her eyes with an expression that said she would kill if she wanted to.

Locke smiled.

The next second.

"boom!"

"..."

Mrs. A was startled, opened her eyes tremblingly, and looked to the side. She was shocked to see Mr. C, who was directly in her arms. The big hole in his forehead was still bleeding.

Doesn’t he dare to attack people like us?

Just like he didn't kill Mrs. M.

Click!

Before Mrs. A could think about it, she looked at Locke's expressionless golden dancer and raised it again, and said with excitement: "I surrender!"

Locke's finger on the trigger relaxed slightly, tilted his head, looked at Mrs. A who closed her eyes and shouted for surrender, and couldn't help but smile.

He also thought that such an organization would require high levels of confidentiality and sacrifice.

did not expect……

Same look.

soon.

Locke learned what happened from Mrs. A's mouth.

"So, this was all Mr. I's idea?"

"Yes."

After Mrs. A said the first sentence, she seemed to feel more relaxed. Since the first sentence was spoken, the second sentence was also logical: "Even back then, he encouraged us to tie up MI Dun. , just like avenging Mr. M, it was all Mr. I’s idea.”

Locke smiled: "I'm not interested in why he assassinated Lorraine Broughton. I'm more interested in why he sent someone to assassinate Locke Broughton."

"Because Lorraine Broughton isn't dead."

"..."

Locke blinked and looked at Mrs. A: "Sorry, what did you say?"

Lorraine Broughton is not dead?

Then where did she go?

wrong.

So since Lorraine Broughton is still alive, why did this troublesome thing come to my head? Is it another case of bullying?

Mrs. A said: "After that ambush, we did not have any evidence to prove that Lorraine Broughton was dead."

"...Then do you have evidence to prove that she is still alive?"

"have!"

Mrs. A nodded, then looked at Locke: "But, it's in my computer."

Locke was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "That's a shame."

Mrs. A frowned and said, "I also have a backup at home."

Locke looked at the agents who were surrounding the safe house and didn't know what they were preparing to do. He smiled and said without looking back: "So, the reason why you found Locke is because you think Locke knows about Lorraine Broughton. whereabouts?"

"There's also a USB flash drive!"

"...What kind of USB flash drive?"

"The intelligence USB flash drive that was stolen when Lorraine Broughton was lurking into our organization..."

Mrs. A said this and closed her mouth: "Let me go, I tell you, I can even..."

"boom!"

"Boom!"

A gunshot was heard from inside the safe house, but in the surveillance footage, the person busy outside the safe house showed no reaction at all.

A thud.

Mrs. A's whole body was directly hit to the ground. With a crack, she even knocked over the red wine placed next to her. It made a loud splash. After a while, she could no longer tell what was on the carpet. Blood or wine.

"Ah!"

Locke looked down at the whiskey in the glass: "Blackmail me, threaten me, I will never do this."

Want to use information to buy your life?

Very good idea.

Normally, Locke would accept it.

but……

ten minutes later!

Boom!

Another shocking explosion occurred in the city of London. From MI6 in the afternoon to now, this was already the third incident.

All Scotland Yard personnel were out in force, armed with sketches of the peerless assassins, and their eyes set on any Audi, especially the silver one.

Shit!

Locke opened the door and got into the black Volkswagen in front of him.

The Red Devil looked at Locke who sat up this time and thought for a moment: "The problem is solved."

"most."

Locke smiled slightly: "There is also a bedbug who is not at home."

"At home then?"

"Nevada."

"specific?"

"Feel sorry!"

In fact, just when Locke was facing off with Mr. C in the corridor, the clone in New York had already plugged in the USB flash drive through him, successfully hacked into the system, and extracted the The source of telephone signals in the past.

"correct."

Locke thought about it, took out a USB flash drive from his arms, and handed it to the Red Devil: "I don't like to owe favors to people, especially the CIA. Tell them that this information can also be bought with money, and they only have one day."

Because it will take him almost a day to go back to Nevada. If the CIA doesn't handle it by then, he will have to come on stage to handle it.

At this time, Locke suddenly understood what the main meaning of this mission was.

Doomed.

Not referring to Locke, nor anyone else, but referring to ICA!

Ms. A is dead.

Mr. C also died.

Mr. I, what do you think, you should die, otherwise, I will not be able to complete this mission.

Locke thought in his mind.

Half an hour later.

At a small airport outside London.

"Good guy!"

Locke looked at the shabby airplane in front of him, which was comparable to the pesticide-spreading machines used in World War II, and looked at the Red Devil: "Are you going to let me do this damn thing and go back?"

The Red Devil gestured with his watch: "You said it, I'll probably finish it at noon tomorrow, but as a result, you're ahead of schedule."

Locke opened his mouth.

He indeed said that. Who would have thought that this IAC was fragile and vulnerable?

Before he could exert any force, the opponent fell down.

but……

Locke looked at the broken plane and shook his head: "Get another one, otherwise, I would rather swim over."

Please.

He had just attacked the MI double assassins. As a result, he couldn't say he had a private jet, but he couldn't fly back on the two planes in front of him that were embarrassing to buy tickets for.

The Red Devil laughed loudly and said: "My friend, we were able to leave London because I used my connections to find friends for activities. Do you have no idea about the trouble you caused?"

Fortunately, the Wushuang assassin did not kill Mrs. M directly, otherwise, the chaos would probably be even more serious.

But that's about it now.

London went crazy.

The media are going crazy.

On the front foot, the Unparalleled Assassin is still in New York. Good guy, the Unparalleled Assassin has appeared in their London, and it was such a shocking scene from the beginning.

Many surveillance videos have slipped out of the Internet.

Then, some people started to march. As for the reason for the march, it was to protest against the government's concealment of IAC. Otherwise, why would the Wushuang Assassin's notice be sent to IAC, but go straight to MI6?

And that's not all.

The Red Devils felt that business was booming. While waiting for the plane with Locke, he said: "Three people have already called me, or they hope that I can help them enter London."

This is the bad thing about exposure!

In other words, this is the result of you taking orders unscrupulously, relying on your own concealment, and then the backlash after being exposed early in the morning.

People used to know about the ICA, but they know it. But because of the mysterious background of the CIA, even if they knew it, it would be of little use. Even if the friends or family members of the target of his assassination were angry, they would not be able to find the target. .

at the moment?

Locke's blow directly ripped off ICA's face.

After all, who would believe that a Wushuang Assassin takes the order with his front foot, and directly breaks into MICA and your MI with his back foot?

There was also the shocking explosion that was not very far apart in time.

no doubt.

It's not just Scotland Yard that's acting, it's even people from the criminal world who are acting.

One sentence.

Revenge when there is hatred, revenge when there is hatred!

In the past, I thought that an ICA was stateless, so I didn't think about venting my anger elsewhere. Now that it has been proven in London, there is no doubt that MI has suffered.

In particular, some people and MI discovered that the reason why they became informants was because ICA killed his brother, and ICA belonged to MI6.

moment.

The informant's eyes were red.

Jingle Bell!

As night fell and Locke stepped onto the plane, the number of calls from MI6 increased almost exponentially.

at the same time……

In Nevada, in the FBI branch, an operation began to unfold after Anonymous and Agent L landed.

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