A Certain Marvel Super Player

Under the gaze of the trembling White Spider, Locke put his hands in his pockets and left the room without looking back.

"call!"

For some reason, White Spider couldn't help opening his little mouth and breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second.

"squeak!"

The white spider jumped up and clung to the glass of the glass box. Its scarlet eyes looked at Locke who suddenly reappeared in front of the glass box.

"They are really cosmic creatures."

"..."

Locke put his hands in his pockets and stared at the white spider slowly falling from the glass box in the glass box with a raised corner of his mouth, with a smile on his face: "What a pity."

Said.

Locke turned and walked toward the door.

This time, I really left.

Locke said it was a pity, it was a pity. If this white spider was chopped into pieces, Gwen might be very sad.

so……

Locke then said it was a pity.

However, considering that the white spider was really not threatening at all, Locke thought for a while and was too lazy to chop up the white spider at the risk of Gwen being sad.

Go downstairs.

Locke noticed a woman with long black curly hair sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The woman also noticed Locke.

Get up.

"DeWulf, Clea DeWulf."

The woman smiled and shook Locke's hand: "You must be Locke."

"Broughton."

Locke introduced himself: "Locke Broughton, you should be George's colleague. You are from the Organized Crime Investigation Division and you should also be a police superintendent. I don't know if I am wrong..."

DeWolf was slightly stunned, a little surprised.

Locke smiled: "When Gwen and I went to the New York Police Department, we saw you from a distance."

DeWolf said oh and smiled: "Yes."

All right.

Locke just lied.

actually……

This is what he judged.

First of all, this DeWolf didn't have a lot of gun calluses on his hands, but the person who was able to enter this home and drink Helen's homemade drink must be someone Helen knew, and there was no doubt that he was from the New York Police Department.

As for why it is said to be from the Organized Crime Investigation Division?

Very simple.

Look at the temperament.

Police detectives like George who specialize in catching loose people are often untidy and slovenly looking. But for a crime team that specializes in art, the male detectives wear suits and ties, and the female detectives even wear stockings. Add a miniskirt.

As for the Organized Crime Bureau?

Just like the Clea DeWulf in front of me, she wears a leather jacket, jeans, and Martin boots, which gives people a sense of visual impact, and she doesn't smell of perfume, so there is no doubt about it.

at this time.

Helen walked over, looked at Locke with pride as if she were her own son, and said to Kelly DeWulf: "Locke's observation skills have always been very good, and the CIA also wanted to recruit Locke. oh."

Locke smiled beside him.

Kelly glanced at Locke in surprise: "Really or not, now I understand why George doesn't like talking about you in front of me."

Locke said nothing.

Helen re-introduced to Locke: "Kelly used to be a major case special agent of the FBI. She was recruited to the New York Police Department last year. When she was young, she was our neighbor."

Kelly smiled: "And it's the door-to-door kind."

Helen smiled happily: "Yes, yes, I have made the fruit wine that I learned from my neighbor a month ago. You must try it for me to see if it tastes good or not. I knew you were coming tonight, so I made little George and the others Sent to Long Island."

Locke raised his eyebrows.

He just said that when he came back today, he felt that something was missing at home. It turned out that three background panels of Little George were missing.

but……

As for background boards, it’s good to know that they exist. Most people won’t pay attention to them.

On the table.

Helen and Klee DeWolf talked and laughed, talking about interesting things from their childhood until they were separated in college. Then, they cried and laughed and told stories about their respective college years.

Locke didn't drink this time.

After all, there are outsiders here. Without figuring out how Clea DeWolf is familiar with the law, again, although this is already Locke’s second home, he is also an outsider. Here, He would still give George and Helen some face.

A humble gentleman Luo someone.

This is also one of Locke's nicknames.

Gwen and Locke spoke softly.

George, who was sitting opposite Helen, was minding his own business, holding his own glass of wine, looking at the four people in pairs on the table, and glanced at the spare tire sleeping next to him, which was less than a month old. Andy, the little cotton-padded jacket, glanced at Locke out of the corner of his eye and had the urge to ask Locke to drink with him, but was restrained.

but……

So lonely.

With this thought in his mind, George coughed, and then glanced at Helen and Clea DeWulf inadvertently, as if to say, Hey, hey, tell me something that I can join in on.

Helen gave George a straight look.

Klee DeWulf smiled, changed the subject as George wished, and said to Helen: "Helen, this time, George and I cooperated quite well."

"cooperate?"

Gwen, who was eating her own snack, raised her head and looked at George: "Dad, you are the detective of serious crimes, and Aunt DeWolf is the superintendent of organized crime. How can there be cooperation?"

Although it seems that this can be cooperated.

but……

These are two departments that are almost unlikely to cooperate. The reason is that no one wants to transfer their case to another department.

unless……

Klee DeWulf sipped the fruit wine in her glass: "Gwen, have you heard of Kingpin?"

Locke raised his eyebrows.

Gwen was slightly startled: "I know."

Kingpin's reputation in New York is not just a little bit, even ordinary people have heard of Kingpin's name. After all, Kingpin is the man who claims to own Hell's Kitchen.

But Gwen knew better.

For example...

Eighty percent of the gangs in New York City are inextricably linked to this kingpin.

Locke seemed to have thought of something and looked at George: "Is the New York Police Department planning to take action against Kingpin?"

Good guy.

Does George feel that life is uneasy and he must look for excitement?

Kingpin, is this something you can mess with?

Locke was a little speechless in his heart. He felt that George was completely lost. Maybe he had some kind of illusion after seeing a vampire and a witch.

That is, Jin Bin is nothing more than that, he can suppress it with his backhand.

But, this is an illusion.

Just like George, with two of them, Kingpin can crush George's head directly with one hand, and it's effortless. After all, Kingpin is a big guy with 90% of his body muscles. Moreover, it is still the kind that has the effect of a body of steel, and small-caliber bullets hit Kingpin without breaking the defense.

so……

In Locke's view, George's plan to attack Kingpin was undoubtedly an attempt to attack Kingpin with an egg.

Helen couldn't help but put down the fruit wine in her hand, and looked at George with some worry: "George, is it true?"

There are many righteous officers in the New York Police Department who want to catch Kingpin and bring him to justice.

However, although Kingpin was notorious, there was very little direct evidence linking him. Moreover, Kingpin’s legal team was not a vegetarian. Without conclusive evidence, they even invited Kingpin to the New York Police Department. No chance to drink coffee.

Not to mention, investigating the Kingpin is simply a very risky matter.

After all, Kingpin is not the kind of villain who would know that a police officer is investigating him and remain indifferent.

Kingpin was a ruthless man who was so cruel that he killed his wife to achieve enlightenment.

Locke thought back to Kingpin in the original plot, and was already thinking about whether he could go to Greenwood and order a more luxurious cemetery for George.

but.

Kelly DeWulf shook her head and said: "It's not Jinbin, but the Gucci family. However, the Gucci family has a deep connection with Jinbin's criminal organization. If we can take down the Gucci family, then we have a lot of potential." The opportunity to find the key evidence that can connect the Kingpin, and then successfully arrest this biggest cancer in New York!"

The reason why she reverse-jumped from the FBI to the New York Police Department was because of Kingpin. If she wanted to talk about the reason, let's just say that the FBI also wanted to investigate Kingpin, but there was no chance.

After all, the FBI is responsible for interstate crimes. Without conclusive evidence, the FBI has no chance.

The New York Police Department has a better chance. As long as it is in New York City, any case can be taken over.

Locke glanced at Clea DeWulf.

Gucci family?

That crazy woman?

That's okay.

Locke gave up the idea of ​​running to Greenwood early tomorrow morning to reserve a cemetery for George.

After all, apart from being a little crazy, the Gucci family was still not enough to watch in the face of an all-out attack by the New York Police Department.

However, there is no need to go to Greenwood to reserve a cemetery tomorrow, but it will probably be soon.

after all.

George comforted Helen: "Don't worry, so what if I deal with Kingpin? Is it possible that there are unparalleled assassins who are difficult to deal with? You know, even the unparalleled assassins can't kill me."

Locke's eyebrows pounded.

That's because he has principles.

Try being an unprincipled assassin. Just like George, the grass on his grave is probably already green.

And Jin Bing is not a person with many principles.

Therefore, Locke thought about it and decided to go to Greenwood to make a reservation. After all, he would need it sooner or later. King didn't send George in. Locke felt that he would send George in. When the finale comes, After digging George out, it would be nice to have a happy ending.

When Gwen heard Klee DeWulf talking about all the criminal evidence of the Gucci family that she had collected these days, such as the trafficking of young girls, she immediately asked curiously: "Then when do you plan to take action?"

Klee DeWolfe looked at George.

George was drinking and said mysteriously: "Soon!"

Just tomorrow.

Close the net!

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