A Certain Marvel Super Player

soon.

The police car roared and drove directly out of the airport!

"Huh?"

Gwen, who was sitting in the back seat and had just turned on her mobile phone, was about to ask Locke if he was in the hotel. He glanced at Gwen from the corner of his eye, and then noticed that Gwen was outside, walking on the road, carrying and carrying people neatly. That, and those dozen weirdos I saw on the plane.

It's snowing heavily.

"They... don't have a car?"

"Ah!"

George glanced at it and laughed: "Maybe their friends didn't handle things well and felt guilty, so they didn't have the face to come pick them up."

Just like Copp.

The unparalleled assassin is as cunning as a mouse. If you can't catch him, I don't blame you.

But a Syndra?

What happened to the witch?

You can’t even keep a woman?

Despise you!

Gwen listened to George's words full of resentment towards Copp, shook her head, changed the subject, thinking about the bags of those people just now, and asked curiously: "Will these people come here to hunt? "

The police officer driving the car laughed and said, "People come to New Orleans to hunt, unless they are hunting witches."

Gwen blinked and listened to the driving police officer's words.

"Witch?"

"right."

The police officer smiled and said: "New Orleans has witch culture and voodoo culture, as well as some vampire culture and werewolf culture. It can be regarded as a modern supernatural capital."

Said.

The police officers knew everything about them and told the stories of witches and vampires in New Orleans with great relish.

The person sitting next to him was a senior superintendent of the New York Police Department.

Big shot!

If this makes his daughter happy and the big shot is happy, then he can run from New Orleans to a big city like New York.

They are both patrolmen, but the patrol police in New York are much better than the patrol police in New Orleans.

I heard that there are not many dark skinned people there.

"A coven of witches?"

"right."

"New Year's Eve?"

"Well, it's just over there in the city park."

Gwen blinked, turned on the mobile phone network, entered it, and prepared to make up for the lesson.

George turned his head and glanced, then looked at Gwen curiously and pointed to Gwen's little hand: "The fluff is up again. Is it cold?"

Gwen came back to her senses, looked at the fluff that was raised again, blinked her eyes, pressed down the fluff, shook her head and said: "It was a little cold when I came out, but it's not cold anymore."

George hummed.

Gwen shook her sleeves and shook her big ponytail.

The down curls up from time to time...

Quite strange.

Gwen thought in her mind, and then she was quickly attracted by an event preview that was refreshed on the Internet: "On December 31st, a once-in-a-hundred-year witch gathering will be held in New Orleans City Park. Welcome to participate. The rules of the event are that you must dress up as a witch... This is good, Locke and I can go over there and have a look."

The police officer smiled and said: "Many clothing stores on the road have special witch costumes for rent."

Gwen looked up: "Really?"

George, who was sitting in the passenger seat, laughed directly: "Rent, you came all the way here, that wild boar, is he willing to rent clothes for you?"

When he thought that he had come all the way and gained nothing, George felt speechless.

I was so excited.

I have my precious daughter at home with me. Isn’t it nice?

Baby girl refers to Andy, not Gwen.

Even lying has become someone else's, and George has completely given up struggling.

As a senior manager of the New York Police Department, although he can take full vacation like other senior police officers, he is a serious police officer, so George only gives himself a few days of vacation, and then goes back At work.

It's better now.

The few vacations I had were wasted on this wild boar that was not a policeman but just liked solving crimes.

When the time comes, when we go back, this wild boar will happily go skiing in Canada with his cabbage that has changed hands, and he will have to go back to work hard.

The more George thought about it, the more he had the urge to turn around and go back to the airport and take a plane directly back to New York.

MMP!

When I was the son-in-law, I was angry with my father-in-law. Now, I am the father-in-law of that wild boar. In the future tense, am I still angry with the son-in-law of the wild boar?

What do I want from him?

How much money can you do whatever you want?

This unscientific!

no!

Before going back, I also want to scold Kaopu.

Damn it, I can’t even keep a girl!

Gwen listened to George's words and shook her head: "Dad, Locke's money didn't come from the strong wind."

George smiled.

"Indeed, he doesn't even have to bend down to pick up something blown by the strong wind."

"..."

Listening to Gwen's sour words, George's expression was probably also sour. He opened his mouth and tried to defend, but he blinked and gave up.

All right.

Locke's money is indeed easier than the strong wind.

After two lawsuits, he directly became a billionaire.

wrong!

Gwen's eyes lit up: "Dad, Locke's money was earned by risking his life."

George: "..."

For the first time, Homeland Security almost turned Locke into a terrorist.

The second time, London directly sent people over to assassinate Locke and her.

Fortunately, I didn't succeed.

Gwen was thinking this, and then smiled and said: "Dad, if not, I will invite you to stay at the Hilton."

She also has money.

Although most of the money was deposited into the joint account with Locke, the house on Long Island was also bought before Christmas. By Christmas, the house on Long Island had already increased to one hundred dollars, equivalent to the total price. If you think about it, it can be said that you have made a lot of money.

That's money from a joint account, though.

But next month’s scholarship has already been received from Midtown University. Although Gwen plans to save some money and then continue to invest in a joint account with Locke to save money to buy a house in Manhattan Island to live in in the future, but... Gwen could still afford to treat George to a five-star hotel.

When George heard this, his heart warmed.

Still refused.

What would it be like to come to New Orleans and not live with your brothers or stay in a hotel?

When Hank came to New York, George didn't let Hank stay in a hotel.

When brothers come, they should live together, drink beer, burp, and brag!

When Gwen saw George saying this, she also smiled without forcing it. Looking at the scenery outside the window getting closer and closer, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't confirmed with Locke whether he was in the hotel yet, so she quickly took out her phone and edited the text message.

If I ran over and missed, it wouldn't be a surprise.

"Ding dong!"

"Um?"

In the hotel.

Locke sat on the sofa, sipping his glass of wine, watching the message from Gwen, and smiled.

"Where are you? I heard it's snowing over there."

"Well, it's snowing at the hotel."

Where else could I be?

Locke stood up, held the wine glass, and walked to the balcony. He looked outside and smiled as if he was planning to use white snow to cover up the sinister blizzard that was falling on Lake Laili not far away.

Squatting, then, waiting for the witch coven in two days.

Get things done.

Return to New York, find Gwen, and then go skiing in Canada together. After that, return to school and start a pleasant trip to earn points in school.

at this time.

The wind howled.

Locke looked at the purple clouds flashing past his eyes, turned around, and saw Carrie walking out of the clouds and sitting on the sofa, looking at the ceiling.

Locke smiled, walked into the living room again, walked to the bar, poured a glass of bourbon, and then handed it to Carrie, who was in a daze.

Carrie looked back.

"I don't……"

"Chester gave me something to drink when I left school, tradition!"

"……All right."

After hearing this, Carrie took the cup, sniffed it, and then drank the bourbon in the cup directly.

The next second.

Carrie's face flushed, and then she coughed.

Locke sat next to him, sipping the wine in his glass. After waiting for a while, he looked at Carrie, whose face gradually returned to rosy and shiny, and smiled: "How are you? I feel a lot better."

Carrie was about to shake her head, then, slightly stunned, she nodded.

"Is this some kind of folk remedy?"

"No."

Locke shook his head and said, "This is alcohol at work."

Alcohol can suppress people's thinking and prevent them from thinking about other things.

Carrie looked at the bourbon set aside and glanced at Locke.

Locke shrugged.

Then……

Locke looked at Carrie who was about to drink her third drink, raised her eyebrows, and put away the remaining bourbon: "Wine is a good thing, but don't be addicted!"

He didn't want his dark leader to become an alcoholic.

Carrie's face turned red and she looked at Locke curiously: "How did you do that?"

Locke smiled and said: "What can you do?"

"not give a damn about?"

"I care."

Locke looked at Carrie with a serious expression: "I care about every life that respects life. What I don't care about is just those who don't respect life. Those people are nothing but filth in the world. If you think so, you will feel better. ”

Carrie shook her head: "No, I mean, Lake Leary..."

She didn't expect it at first, but there was a witch cemetery at Leili Lake!

so many……

Locke snorted and said, "I care. If I were a witch, believe me, those people will not die."

If he were a witch.

The Vatican is about to explode!

His words.

It's useless even if God comes, even if Gu Yi blocks the way!

He is a player.

It’s even more destiny.

What is the mentality of the players?

While playing with the world, more importantly, if I want to have it, God will not allow it to exist; if I want to have it, God will not allow it to exist.

From the beginning to now, no one he wants to kill can survive!

but……

He is not a witch.

At the very least, Locke Broughton is not a witch.

Um.

but……

Locke looked at Carrie, who was a witch and looked at the endless corpses of witches in Lake Leili, and she obviously felt a little bit hurt by others. He smiled and said: "The headquarters of the Dolan Church is in New York. Maybe, after we go back, you You can go over there and take a look, I can help you."

Carrie looked up at Locke.

Dolan Church...

Not destroyed yet?

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