A Certain Marvel Super Player

Locke, who was standing not far away, unrestrictedly lowering his sense of presence and showing himself like Cain, listened to Gwen's sudden words from a distance. It took him a while to understand the meaning of Gwen's words.

Nothing else.

Gwen may have felt that Madison's breed views were the same as his, and that they both had the kind of personality that disliked black spots when they saw them, so she said that Madison and he had a common language.

Locke shook his head speechlessly.

He has no breed discrimination, it's just that he happens to not like black breeds very much.

Just like some people are allergic to pollen, and he happens to be allergic to the black variety.

That's all!

With this thought in his mind, Locke turned around and prepared to play.

"dog Dog Dog!"

"Up, up, up!"

Over there, after killing the voodoo doll Queenie to prevent her from committing suicide, the officers of the New Orleans Police Department regrouped and planned to continue breaking in.

at this time.

Bang!

A huge wave of wind swept directly out of the Voodoo Queen's room, like a tenth-level gust of wind, directly blowing up a dozen police officers who were planning to attack again.

Even some police officers weighing 180 pounds are like this.

The next second.

It was like the sound of dumplings being dropped, thump-dong-dong, and it sounded in an endless stream. Several lighter police officers made an even more bang sound, and they were unlucky enough to hit the police car directly.

There was a click.

Police car glass shattered.

"dad!"

"Gwen?"

George, who was inside the cordon, looked at Gwen who raised her hand to call him outside, walked over, and said in a deep voice: "Gwen, leave quickly, this is..."

George didn't finish his words.

Gwen had already hurriedly interrupted: "Dad, the Voodoo Queen lives there, a Voodoo witch who can do magic and is as powerful as the Dark Head of State."

At first, Gwen looked at the voodoo doll that rushed to the street when it appeared, and thought that the voodoo witch was nothing more than that.

but……

Zoe and Madison tell her that's not the case.

at this time.

An Audi came from a distance.

Land!

get off.

Locke walked to Gwen: "Gwen, why are you here."

Said.

Locke and George on the cordon nodded.

When George saw this, he waved his hand: "Locke, take Gwen out of here. It's very dangerous here."

Locke nodded.

"Locke, the Voodoo Queen lives there, and Nan seems to be in there too."

"...Nan?"

"Well, Nan was brought out by Fiona at noon. We followed Nan's breath and walked here, but..."

"Nan's breath seems to be gone."

"..."

Locke raised his eyebrows.

Nan is in that room?

How come he doesn't know?

Locke's thoughts turned quickly. At the very least, when he was in that room just now, there was no breath of Nan. At the very least, he was not alive.

Nan is dead?

"Jingle Bell!"

"Hello."

"……Are you joking?"

"..."

Locke and Gwen looked at George who was on the phone inside the cordon.

George couldn't help laughing one second, but in the next second, his expression suddenly became serious, he hummed twice, and then hung up the phone.

The next second.

George and the two men guarding the cordon pointed at Locke and Gwen, nodded, and indicated that these four people could come in, and then went directly to Kaop.

after awhile.

The officers of the New Orleans Police Department, under Kaupe's order, directly surrounded the house from all sides and gave up the third storm they had just planned to organize.

"Say it, little girl."

George returned to Locke and others, looked at Gwen with a serious expression: "Voodoo Queen, how do you know?"

Oops!

Gwen blinked and looked at the serious George: "Dad, who called just now?"

She didn't want to hide it from George, but if she told George, it would break her agreement with Locke. Once George knew about the Witch College, he would know the story of the Witch College and the CIA, and then he would know that Locke was actually still A covert CIA agent.

This is not good.

Therefore, Gwen felt that instead of letting Locke's identity be exposed, it would be better to keep her father in the dark.

Um.

Gwen's thoughts were racing and she looked at George with clear eyes.

George felt that he could no longer look directly at the words "clear eyes".

It’s all this wild boar’s fault.

George looked at Gwen changing the topic, obviously not wanting to say anything, and directly glared at Locke next to him, and then his eyes fell on the car driving not far away.

Locke was confused by George.

If Gwen doesn't tell you, what does it have to do with me? If you ask me, I will definitely tell you.

but……

There is no need for Locke to say anything.

Because Maria Hill and Mr. Anonymous have arrived one after the other.

George frowned, looked at Maria Hill and Nameless Doe who arrived one after another, laughed and said, "Why don't I feel weird at all when I see you two?"

Mr. Anonymous laughed and shook hands with George: "I'm curious to see Superintendent Stacey here. When did Superintendent Stacey transfer to New Orleans?"

George said: "On vacation, I met a friend, and there happened to be a case, so I came over to help."

Anonymous smiled and said: "So that's the case, so am I."

You are a ghost, you are a bad old man, very bad.

George directly gave Anonymous a look of "Do you believe me?" and looked at Maria Hill: "So, Ms. Hill also happened to come here for a trip?"

Hill shook his head.

have a look.

No wonder you people in the CIA are telling lies, and the most basic trust between people is gone.

George thought in his heart, and turned to look at Wuming Doe, hoping that Wuming Doe would learn from Hill.

...where are the people?

George was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw the nameless man walking in front of Locke again, who seemed to be still obsessed with Locke, and narrowed his eyes.

This wild boar already has an owner.

"Superintendent Stacey."

"Chief Hill."

George came back to his senses and looked at Maria Hill, who was already a real person in his mind.

Hill looked around: "Superintendent Stacey, this case involves extraordinary power. It's not good if too many people know about it."

"Supernatural? The voodoo witch you mentioned on the phone?"

"right."

Hill looked honest and didn't hide anything: "Our professionals will be here soon."

George listened to Hill's words: "Professionals, who are they?"

Hill smiled and said: "Superintendent Stacey, your goal and I have the same goal, to rescue the baby girl inside who was taken away by the Voodoo Queen, right?"

George nodded. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Hill's words seemed to be foreshadowing something.

The next second.

"Thick and greasy Xie Te!"

"The Dark Head?"

"I bought it!"

There were bursts of exclamations from behind.

George turned to look.

Enter the eyes.

A thud.

A pair of long boots suddenly fell to the ground, and immediately after, there was Syndra, wearing a black trench coat, white silk hanging down her shoulders, a slightly exaggerated headdress, and her eyes were full of purple.

George's eyes narrowed.

Draw your gun.

"Don't……"

"Superintendent Stacey."

Hill appeared directly in front of George, seemingly using his body as a shield to block George, and said in a deep voice: "Professional people do professional things."

George took a deep breath and suddenly understood that the dark leader in front of him was the professional person that Hill said.

But it’s right to think about it.

...That's right!

George squinted his eyes and said solemnly: "She is a criminal!"

Hill shook his head: "There has been no conviction. As far as I know, the New York Police Department has no intention of prosecuting Ms. Sindelar."

"That's because we can't catch her."

"Ms. Sindra is here to help today."

Hill shook his head and smiled: "I think, Superintendent Stacey, you would think that rescuing a baby is more important than arresting a person who has not been convicted."

George: "..."

The reason Hill asked Carrie to help was simple.

Someone has said that if you want to get closer to someone as soon as possible, it does not mean that you do something for that person, but that you ask that person to do something for you.

The effort is always more impressive than the gain.

Hill believed this, and she still remembered that this was what she thought her teacher from the CIA told her when she was training in Quantico.

Copp over there looked at several colleagues who had been blown down and injured by the storm just now, and then looked at Carrie falling from the sky. He did not choose to arrest him directly like George, but said in a begging tone: " Don’t kill her!”

Killing her would be too cheap for her.

Carrie seemed to see through Copp's psychological activities, nodded, opened her hands, and launched directly into the air. In an instant, the magic power swarmed out, turning into purple clouds and rushing directly towards the Voodoo Queen's cabin.

"damn it!"

At the moment when the magic collided, the Voodoo Queen hiding in the house shouted: "You are not the Salem Witch!"

There is no way that the witches of Salem have such domineering magic power.

ruthless.

It even felt like swallowing up her magic power.

"Bang!"

Carrie opened her right hand, and a dark orb condensed directly. She moved her left hand, and a baby swaddle fell directly on her left hand. Then the dark orb in her right hand came out directly: "Boom!"

The small dark magic ball hit the house, and directly opened a large black hole, revealing the inside. She was busy drawing voodoo magic circles on the ground quickly, preparing to summon her energy supply. Shang's voodoo witch.

The Voodoo Queen looked at the big hole and couldn't help but look up.

Eyes facing each other.

Boom!

With the powerful mental impact of magic, Carrie directly suppressed the Voodoo Queen. The latter rolled her eyes, and with a bang, her sea of ​​consciousness was shattered, and she fell directly to the ground, bleeding from all her orifices.

The next second.

Carrie handed the baby in her left hand to a nearby policewoman, then raised her head and disappeared with a bang like Superman.

Gwen, who was standing with Zoe and Madison, raised her head, looked at the direction Carrie left, and stared at the back of her hand, looking thoughtful.

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