A Certain Marvel Super Player

It's the same as what Locke just speculated.

First of all, Agatha is a witch, and not a holy witch. There is no reason to trouble this demon for others.

Then, there are only two possibilities.

Either for yourself, or for the financial backers behind the scenes.

The former is unlikely, so the only thing left is the latter, which is the dimension behind Agatha and requires Agatha to do this.

Locke knew what the attributes of this demon were.

so……

Is it difficult to guess the hell dimension?

Locke did not hide anything from Agatha, and briefly explained his speculation. Then, he looked at Agatha: "So, that's what I guessed, right?"

Agatha lowered her head and laughed, then raised her head and looked at Locke with a faint smile on her face: "Yes."

Locke smiled...

at this time.

Chuchuchu!

Locke looked up at the sky. In the sky, not far away, several helicopters had already taken off and were rushing here quickly.

Agatha also raised her head and glanced at the helicopter rushing here, and looked at Locke: "Let's go, tomorrow is Chester's birthday, don't forget it."

Locke shrugged: "I have prepared gifts."

Agatha stopped talking. With a bang, the spot turned into an indescribable black mist, and then disappeared from the spot.

hell?

Locke looked up at the sky, feeling the aura of power that Agatha deliberately displayed. His eyes flickered for a moment, and then he also bent his knees and disappeared with a bang.

In New Amsterdam Hospital.

Locke got out of the car and happened to see Gwen not far away, who seemed to be waiting at the door for a while.

Gwen looked at Locke curiously: "Weren't you just in front of us? Why are you still lagging behind?"

Locke shrugged and said, "I wanted to take a shortcut from Block 32, but as a result, there was a traffic jam there. How about Kenm?"

Gwen came back to her senses: "Put on a cast and a sling. Mr. Brian Mills is here too. Let's go."

Locke looked at the hospital: "Why don't you go up and have a look?"

The corners of Gwen's mouth raised slightly: "Do you want to hear how Mr. Brian Mills talks about Ken?"

Locke smiled and said: "Actually, yes, I really want to hear it."

Gwen rolled her eyes, not intending to give Locke this chance. She pulled Locke and walked directly towards the place where she parked just now: "I don't know what's going on at the airport."

Locke said nothing.

how's it going?

What else can I do? I'll give it up.

the next day.

Early in the morning.

Gwen hurriedly opened the phone, and sure enough, the news had come out.

"Last night, at about 9:25, Flight 180 took off from New York's John F. Kennedy International Airport and was originally scheduled to fly to France's Charles de Gaulle Airport. However, shortly after the plane took off, an explosion occurred and the plane was fragmented in the middle of the night. At about midnight, people began to wash up on the beach. It is reported that after a night of search work, there are no survivors so far."

"Plane fuel is still burning on the sea, and water police officers and the navy are still searching at sea..."

"As for the chance of finding survivors, the Department of Homeland Security, which took over the case, said that it is very slim. All 287 passengers may have been killed..."

"Among them are forty students and four teachers from Scardale College in New York. This group of teachers and students originally planned to go to Paris..."

"According to reports, it is reported that several students were expelled from the plane before takeoff. However, the details of the matter have not been disclosed. Personnel from the Homeland Security Bureau, Transportation Security Administration and the FBI have arrived at the scene to investigate! "

"The explosion was witnessed by people at the airport and nearby Long Island. There were no other aircraft in the sky above the accident at the time. Investigators are studying the statements of witnesses. The explosion fragments were scattered across miles of the Atlantic Ocean..."

"Onishet!"

Gwen looked at the data broadcast on the TV and couldn't help but exclaimed and covered her mouth.

On the second floor, Locke got dressed, walked down, and was about to go to Chester's home. He saw Gwen standing on the sofa downstairs, covering her mouth, and shook her head: "It's so early in the morning, look at this News, is it appropriate?”

Gwen looked at Locke with a swish: "More than two hundred lives."

Locke hummed and walked towards the bar: "It's a pity."

Otherwise, what else can I say?

The ones who killed these people were demons. From a certain perspective, Locke had already taken over the task and wanted to avenge these people.

And, it’s free.

Gwen came over, thinking about what happened yesterday, and snatched the wine glass that Locke wanted to grab as soon as he woke up, and looked at Locke: "You knew it at the time, otherwise, why would you ask Ken not to get on the plane. "

Locke shrugged and took the glass back from Gwen: "I'm from Texas."

Gwen blinked: "So, Texans, are some kind of universal answer?"

Locke shook his head: "No, I am from Texas, and I am an orphan from the Lone Star State. Therefore, an orphan can always have an inexplicable sense of danger. Didn't you do the same before?"

Gwen blinked.

Locke poured himself the first glass of bourbon in the morning and drank it in one gulp.

He is an orphan, and he is also a native of Texas. In Texas, a country with a vast territory, sparse population, and strong folk customs, if he did not have some ability to discern danger, he would have turned into a pile of bones long ago.

Therefore, this explanation is very reasonable.

At the very least, Gwen was not from Texas, and she had no reason to argue with that.

"but……"

Locke put the wine glass in the sink, closed the wine he had just opened, and said: "Just like what George and Ms. Hill are worried about, this is intuition and cannot be proved."

Gwen was stunned for a moment and looked at the news on the TV: "Maybe we should have stopped the plane at that time."

Locke shrugged: "It can be done, but if there is no explosion, the consequences will be something that neither George nor Ms. Hill are willing to face."

"What about now?"

"Who knows, looking at the Air Accident Investigation Bureau's report, I guess it will be out soon."

Locke said this, and then adjusted his cuffs: "I'm going to Chester. It's his birthday today. I'll deliver the gift. Then, let's meet at the hospital?"

"Don't you want me to go with you?"

"Need not."

Locke shook his head: "Agatha will be here too. As you know, Chester's daughter doesn't get along well with Agatha."

This is normal.

After all, Chester's daughter is not the daughter of Agatha and Chester. Any daughter will feel uncomfortable if she sees her father finding a lover, and this lover is still an old lover. of.

Gwen nodded: "Okay, then, I'll wait for you at the hospital?"

Locke hummed, grabbed the car keys, and walked out of the house.

Go to Agatha to find out the inside story, and then find this demon who has played with the reincarnation of dirt for some unknown reason, chop him up, and then you can enter the summer vacation mode with Gwen.

It's delicious.

Half an hour later.

Home in Chester.

"Dong dong dong!"

"Locke."

Carrie opens the door.

Locke looked at Carrie with a little hat on her head and blinked.

Carrie was stunned for a moment, took off the little hat on her head, waved it, and said with a smile: "Little Jack just put it on for me."

Little Jack, the son of Chester's daughter, is also ten years old this year.

Locke hummed and looked towards the empty living room: "Where are they?"

Carrie shrugged: "I just left. She said she didn't want to disturb Chester. In the evening, she invited Chester to dinner alone."

Locke nodded. To put it bluntly, he just didn't want to be with Agatha.

"Where's Chester?"

"Upstairs, order ingredients for the restaurant."

"Agatha."

Before she finished speaking, Agatha's voice came from the backyard: "I'm here, Locke."

Locke smiled, handed the gift he was carrying to Carrie, said something, then took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack nearby. When he walked into the yard, he saw Aga Sarah was playing with a doll in her hand.

This doll looks similar to Chester's daughter.

Locke walked over and looked at Agatha, who was holding a doll in one hand and a steel needle in the other, seemingly eager to try, and smiled: "So you are Francesco."

Agatha said without looking back: "I don't think she is Snow White!"

Francesco, Snow White's evil stepmother.

Agatha said this, shook her head, put away the doll in her hand, looked at Locke who sat down in front of her, snapped her fingers with her right hand, and with a bang, two drinks appeared directly in front of her.

Locke lowered his head, looked at the drink in front of him, and took a sip: "It tastes good."

"Then what?"

"There is no more."

Locke shrugged and put down the drink in front of him: "I'm not really good at wine either. I just have a soft spot for bourbon. All other wines have the same taste in my mouth."

Agatha laughed: "Didn't you just say that I am Francesco? This is the rum that Francesco brewed after asking the magic mirror and finding the best sugar cane. I thought you had drunk it."

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at Agatha.

Good guy.

I'm talking about Francesco in the fairy tale. It's better for you to create a real-life version.

but……

"Francesco, he shouldn't be from our world."

"Um."

Agatha nodded: "Not from this world, that is, I met him there when I was on a business trip. Speaking of which, it has been almost a hundred years."

Locke smiled and said, "I didn't know you had been on a business trip to other worlds."

Agatha smiled slyly: "I have been to Texas in another world and met Clark Kent. Guess who he looks like in my eyes."

Locke: "..."