A Certain Marvel Super Player

Locke touched his chin.

Frankly speaking, if he hadn't refreshed first and New Orleans was behind, he really felt that he was being calculated by the system.

at the moment?

Has fate already secretly marked his price?

Locke's eyes flickered slightly as he stared at the two dimension fusion devices and the third-level talent upgrade cards in the discount mall that may need to be used together.

the next day.

"Ding!"

Locke, Gwen and Carrie walked out of the elevator and came to the hotel's breakfast buffet.

At first glance, Gwen saw the nameless person sitting in the same place as yesterday, and said to Locke: "Look, your boss is here again."

Locke smiled and looked at Gwen: "You should say partner."

In his relationship with Anonymous, Locke positioned himself above a partner. He was not a superior or a subordinate, let alone a nepotistic relationship, he was a partner.

Locke needs the CIA to expand the scope of fraud to the entire world after he graduates, and Anonymous also needs such a talented person to serve the country.

Just take what you need.

Gwen shrugged, said something to Carrie, and directly pulled Carrie to walk aside.

Since learning that Locke had joined the CIA, except for the first time, Gwen had basically tacitly agreed not to participate in the conversation between Locke and Anonymous.

After all, no matter what, being a CIA agent is Locke's career.

Locke walked over.

"morning!"

"Good morning, Locke."

Anonymous, who was reading the newspaper at the same place as yesterday, looked up and looked at Locke sitting down with a cup of coffee and said with a smile: "The coffee here is pretty good, much better than the coffee in the bureau."

Locke sat down: "The coffee in the NYPD is better than the coffee in the bureau, isn't it?"

This is what Clyde Sheldon said.

Anonymous laughed and handed over the newspaper in his hand: "Take a look."

Locke took the newspaper.

Enter the eyes.

"Yo."

Locke smiled and looked up at Nameless Doe: "Is it so fast?"

There was not much content in the newspaper, just one sentence. The Dolan Church in many places encountered joint law enforcement operations from the FBI and Homeland Security. The leader of the Dolan Church in many places was unfortunately killed when fighting with the federal government.

Locke handed the newspaper to Anonymous again: "Why hasn't the one in New York been banned?"

Every organization has a center.

The headquarters of the Dolan Church that is blooming everywhere is the one in New York. If it does not destroy New York, it will only hit other places with thunder and rain.

"Looking for evidence."

Anonymous took the newspaper and folded it: "Pastor Dolan knows several senators, and there are even several congressmen funded by the Dolan Church in New York."

Locke nodded: "Okay."

He didn't expect the CIA to bring the New York Dolan Church to justice. After all, if it was really brought to justice, then where should Carrie vent the anger she still had in her heart?

Although the West does not pay attention to obsession.

But it’s about depravity.

If Carrie's thoughts cannot be understood, what if she falls?

Locke shrugged and said, "This is a matter within the Bureau."

Anonymous smiled and said, "You're the one who started it."

"right."

Locke looked at Gwen and Carrie who were chatting and laughing over there and choosing breakfast. He stood up and looked at Anonymous: "But, I am here to increase the strength of the bureau, right? So, no thanks, let's go."

Finished.

Locke walked directly towards Gwen.

The day's plan begins in the morning, and breakfast must be eaten.

Anonymous turned to look at Locke, who was walking towards the dining table, shook his head, sighed and said that he was young, then stood up, put on his sunglasses and walked towards the elevator.

Agent Nash and Agent Egorova, who were dining not far away, also stood up and followed closely behind.

Miss Beechox's Academy for Distinguished Girls!

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when Locke drove and took Gwen and Carrie to the women's college.

When she entered the women's college, Gwen immediately felt something was different.

A little too quiet.

The pedestrians walking on the roadside...

"CIA?"

After Gwen got out of the car, she looked at the pedestrians on the sidewalks on both sides of the road and whispered to Locke: "Right?"

Locke hummed and rang the college doorbell.

The next second.

The iron gate of the college opens automatically.

Zoe's boyfriend, Kyle, who was resurrected from the dead, came over: "Three of you, Zoe and the others are performing the last meal ceremony."

Locke nodded.

Just as witches like to send their enemies to see God, they also like the last meal, because after the last meal, the guy known as the Holy Son is hung up.

However, Gwen was slightly startled: "Last meal?"

Kyle nodded.

The selection of the Supreme Witch is not a smooth thing, but an extremely dangerous thing.

Before the selection of the Supreme Witch once every three hundred years, this last meal is an opportunity for the candidate witches to enjoy their last moment of freedom and peace.

Because becoming the Supreme Witch means thinking about the entire Salem witch.

after all……

They would never want to elect a witch like Fiona who used her public tools for private purposes.

However, there is only one Supreme Witch, and for other candidates, this last meal is very likely to be the last feast.

After the three of Locke were led into the large lounge by Kyle, their ears moved slightly and they found Cordelia, who was having the last meal next door.

"Since the founding of the coven, selecting a successor has always been the responsibility of the Supreme Witch."

Cordelia looked at Zoe, Madison and Misty and said this, then glanced at Myrtle, who was a member of the Salem Witch Council, but regarded her as her own. She said in a deep voice: "However, Fiona not only neglected her duties, she even wanted to kill her successor..."

Madison, who is both pure and bitchy, squinted her eyes, pouted, and moved her lips lightly.

right.

That's her.

Myrtle took over and looked at Zoe, Madison, Misty, and even Cordelia who were sitting on both sides of her: "So, we have to make an unprecedented decision, you four , all have a chance to prove themselves, but only one will succeed."

Zoe, Madison, and Misty were slightly startled.

Although they knew a few days ago that they were all qualified to participate in the selection of the Supreme Witch.

but……

Cordelia?

It seemed like this was the first time they heard about it.

Cordelia also wants to participate in the selection of the Supreme Witch?

"The Bible says..."

"Although the Bible is very nonsense to us, there are still some words that I like."

"When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and thought like a child, but when I grew up, I threw away childish things."

"Childhood is over, girls!"

Cordelia picked up the champagne in her hand and looked at Zoe and the others: "Put aside fear, don't hesitate, don't let the small lose the big, come on!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"..."

Locke came back to his senses and looked at Gwen: "I suddenly discovered that, in fact, being a witch does not seem to be without benefits."

Gwen blinked: "Huh?"

Locke shrugged and said, "It suddenly occurred to me that the legal age of majority for witches is eighteen. In other words, an eighteen-year-old witch can legally drink alcohol."

Gwen had a strange expression: "So, you want to be a witch just because you can drink alcohol legally?"

Said.

A bright smile appeared on Gwen's face, and she looked at Locke: "Then what should I call you, sister, Locke?"

Locke: "..."

never mind.

Anyway, he is still drinking even though he is not over 21 years old. At most, it is just inconvenient when going out in restaurants. If you bear with it, after today, you still have three years.

How stupid is it to change your gender in order to drink alcohol three years in advance?

after awhile.

The door to the lounge was pushed open, and then, the candidates for the Supreme Witch in costumes walked in, led by Motel, a member of the Salem Witch Council with red hair.

"Wow."

Gwen and Carrie stood up and looked at Zoe, Madison and Misty who were dressed as if they were going to the graduation prom, and let out bursts of exclamation.

After all, the aesthetics of witches have always been online, and they have always been at the forefront of fashion.

Gwen looked at Madison's outfit that resembled an evening gown and said, "Madison, you must tell me the tailor of this dress."

Madison nodded: "Of course, if I can come back alive."

Gwen was slightly startled and looked at Madison.

Madison smiled and said, "I was joking."

at this time.

Ding dong!

The iron door of the academy opened again. This time, it was Mr. Anonymous with Agent Nash and Agent Egorova, as well as Maria Hill from SHIELD with Agent Natasha Romanoff who arrived this morning. Came in.

Come in.

shake hands.

Mr. Anonymous shook hands with Myrtle Snow, a member of the Salem Witch Council, and formally and personally expressed his honor to participate in the selection of the Supreme Witch. At the same time, he once again expressed the CIA's commitment to the selection of the Supreme Witch. The attitude of the Salem witches is that of win-win cooperation.

Maria Hill took Natasha Romanoff and shook hands with Cordelia. The content of their words was almost the same, except that there was an additional S.H.I.E.L.D. agency that had ordered agents from all over the world to find information about the Salem Witches. descendants of.

Everyone is here.

Locke took Gwen and Carrie to sit down.

first row.

VIP seats.

Mr. Anonymous and Maria Hill are also in the first row. As for the second row, there are Agents Nash and Egorova, as well as Agent Natasha Romanoff, who has just arrived here to digest but not see with her own eyes. .

soon.

The red-haired Witch Myrtle Snow, who was presiding over this selection examination, stood at the established position.

The next second!

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