A Certain Marvel Super Player

Ran?

but……

Useless.

Gwen looked towards the alley not far away, and her spider sense had directly locked onto Bullseye Lester, who stumbled and ran into the alley. His face was covered in blood and he looked almost like a devil.

Just when Gwen was about to catch up, there was a thud. Gwen couldn't help but be stunned as he stood there. It felt like the adrenaline had just been used up and was quickly dissipating.

The next second.

Gwen sat down directly on the messy floor, and the spider suit on her body quickly retreated. The moment Gwen arrived, not far away, the door of an Audi opened directly.

Boom!

Locke walked out of the car door expressionlessly, and with a whoosh, a clone condensed on the Audi seat behind him. He drove directly and chased after Bullseye Lester.

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

When Locke walked to the door of the apartment, he heard the sound of a police car in the distance. Once again, he was late. Glancing at the approaching police car not far away, Locke directly opened the door of the apartment.

Just now.

He was at home, finishing an episode of "Doctor Who" and was about to go to bed when suddenly, on a whim, he suddenly felt something in his heart. Then, the M78 Nebula Dimension, which had been successfully listed on the backdoor market, suddenly sensed something.

Gwen disappeared.

Yes.

At that moment, Gwen seemed to have disappeared above the earth, or in other words, disappeared into the space where the earth was.

but……

Before Locke could react, the feeling suddenly disappeared, and it seemed that Gwen was back again.

Locke felt something strange and was about to call Gwen.

As a result, the phone rang, but no one answered the phone at home. At this moment, Locke's cell phone suddenly rang, detecting several alarm calls from the building of Gwen's apartment.

No.

Locke came immediately.

"Um?"

Locke walked out of the elevator and looked at the dead police officer who was leaning against the wall at the entrance of the stairs with his head twisted and blood stains on his buttocks. He frowned and looked up at Gwen, who had the door ajar. Home.

"Bang!"

Locke pushed the door open and walked out. His eyes immediately caught sight of Gwen, who was lying in a messy kitchen, wearing pajamas and seemingly unconscious: "Gwen?"

Before leaving.

Locke hurriedly walked over, picked up Gwen, felt Gwen's breath, and confirmed that it was a maladaptive symptom caused by the evolution of life levels.

Referred to as detachment.

"Wait, hiss!"

Locke blinked.

Gwen's life...

Evolved?

Locke raised his eyebrows and took a breath. However, thinking about the spider sense that had appeared before, he was already mentally prepared for this, especially the black and white spider that had just glimpsed in the kitchen. Looking at the room that had been washed away by artillery fire, he had already accepted it in his heart: "Gwen has transformed?"

Good guy!

Locke secretly thought, and then, a trace of luck flashed through him at the same time.

Fortunately, Gwen transformed.

The next second.

After the surprise and luck, Locke's unstoppable anger followed closely.

The anger soared to the breaking point!

very good.

I want to see who comes forward to seek death like this!

Ding! 』

Tasks are being generated! 』

Mission name: "I'm angry!"』

Mission rewards: “Achievement Points*5W”, “Potential Points*5W”, “40% off Treasure Refresh Coupon*1”』

Mission description: "I think the name of the mission is enough to explain it."』

Accept rejection! 』

"accept!"

Locke had chosen to accept the mission almost as soon as the system read the message. If the timing hadn't been right, Locke would have already appeared in front of the guy who drove away at night and had a good chat with him about life and ideals. .

But it's okay.

If you run, I want to see where you can go.

Locke's eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought as he felt the vehicle that the clone was following, heading towards Brooklyn.

The fierceness is revealed!

Congratulations, your ten clans are gone!

Locke calmed his breathing. Frankly speaking, he had not expected that someone would attack Gwen.

but……

This is the apartment of New York Police Department Senior Superintendent George Stacey. If someone dares to come to the door, it is basically the same as hanging himself.

Moreover, even if someone dares to attack, Locke is sure that he can get here within five minutes, no matter where he is. After all, even if George is weak, he should be able to persist for five minutes.

And this time, Locke didn't think about anything else.

The reason is that he has been very well-behaved since he came back recently. There are no potential enemies at all. They would target Gwen because they want to attack him. Also, his life aura in Gwen just disappeared and reappeared, and it seemed to be strengthened. After that, there were already some vague guesses, so in order to avoid making a fuss, Locke drove over directly by speeding 200 yards over the speed limit.

result.

"This time, none of your ten clans can survive."

Locke lowered his head and looked at Gwen, who had just fallen into his arms. The tension on his face disappeared and seemed to become very safe. His eyebrows relaxed and Gwen was sleeping peacefully. He stood up and smiled: "I won't make the same mistake twice. Second-rate."

Said.

Locke turned around and prepared to carry Gwen into the room.

at this time.

A thud.

George pushed open the door and yelled.

"Gwen!"

"Shh!"

Locke made a shushing gesture: "Gwen just fell asleep."

George was slightly startled.

The next second.

George came back to his senses and walked over quickly. After confirming with his own eyes that Gwen in Locke's arms had just fallen asleep, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he noticed the home.

Blood everywhere.

A mess all over the place.

It looked no different from the bombed disaster area.

The wine cabinet at the bar was broken, and the dining table was torn apart. All kinds of red wine and whiskey were mixed together and flowing all over the floor, giving people a full sense of visual conflict.

And the kitchen and the broken windows looked like they had been blasted.

As for upstairs?

It's also a mess. In this state, I'm afraid, without spending a lot of money and repairing it for five or six months, it's probably impossible to live in it again.

Gwen's room was also in a mess.

Locke could only carry Gwen to George and Helen's room. After putting him down, he tidied Gwen's hair, checked her eyes, and waited until Gwen had rested and had no major problems. Then he turned around and said George tiptoed out of the room.

Beckett and Ryan and Esposito have also arrived.

"George!"

Beckett picked up the empty pistol on the floor, looked at George coming down the stairs and said, "How is Gwen?"

"Fell asleep."

George looked gloomy, looking at the dense bullet holes on the wall, the messy living room, and thinking of the police officer who died at the door, he almost squeezed out one word through his teeth: "Hell's Kitchen!"

To be precise.

Kingpin!

A few years ago, when George was still a police detective, and moreover, when he was still a police detective in the branch, he heard that there was a superintendent at the New York Police Department headquarters who wanted to take action against Kingpin. As a result, the day the news first came out, In the evening, the police superintendent's home was visited.

Although the picture is not as visually impactful as the one here.

But it's pretty much the same.

After that, the superintendent seemed to give in.

no doubt.

This time, George felt that he had been treated in this way.

George wanted to rush directly into Hell's Kitchen, go directly to Kingpin's manor, catch Kingpin, pull Kingpin's neck, beat him up, and then throw him into prison.

but……

evidence!

George took a deep breath, murmured something, and then looked up at Beckett: "Have you caught me?"

When they came up, they noticed the broken glass and the blood on the ground. Then, they immediately sent people to disperse to find the damn guy.

pity.

Beckett shook his head: "No, but the people from the forensics department have arrived and are collecting samples. We will catch him, George."

George nodded.

at the same time.

George looked at Locke next to him: "Did you find anyone when you came here?"

Locke came back to his senses: "No, I came here five minutes before you. When I called home and no one answered, I felt something was wrong, so I hurried over. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Gwen lying in the kitchen. .”

George pursed his lips.

"Where's your car?"

"I didn't drive."

"Um?"

Locke shook his head and said, "The car was lent to Carrie."

His car is chasing people outside.

You can’t tell George this directly.

Just as he selectively told George what he saw, in fact, what Locke saw was not bad. At most, he saw Gwen transforming, and then saw someone escaping at night.

The former certainly couldn't tell George.

As for the latter?

Locke didn't want to tell George.

reason?

It's true that Gwen is George's daughter, but Gwen is also his girlfriend, and will also be Locke's future wife.

so……

Locke planned to do it himself.

evidence?

Locke glanced at George, who after asking himself, arranged for Beckett to call someone over to collect evidence, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

This was another reason why he didn't want to tell George.

Again.

Evidence, George needs this thing.

Locke doesn't need it.

only……

Kingpin?

hehe.

Locke smiled inwardly. After he came to New York, he didn't even go to Hell's Kitchen, let alone deal with it. He always had an indifferent attitude towards the big and small gangs in New York City.

Even Locke admired the more inspiring Kingpin, but appreciation was appreciation, and Locke had never dealt with Kingpin.

at the moment?

Kingpin?

hehe!

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