A Certain Marvel Super Player

Where is Locke hiding?

In fact, Locke wasn't hiding anywhere.

As soon as the hiding technique was activated, he was on the roof of the target house. With the darkness of the night and his black suit, he could perfectly blend into the darkness as long as he lowered his head.

no way.

The clothes are black, but the face is white.

After three months of training, Locke knew too much about the students who were put into this game by Walter Burke. Although, in Locke's eyes, except for a few people who could be named, the others were all Weak chicken.

However, it is undeniable that those who can be noticed by Langley, recruited, and even come here, do have the potential to be agents.

There is a difference between a killer and a killer.

The same goes for agents.

At most, most of these people can only become ordinary agents, the kind that, even if their profession is high-end and grand, their names are still difficult for others to remember.

but……

Among the weak agents, that is not something ordinary people can compare with. Especially, no one understands better than Locke that such a guy wants to capture his mood and impulse.

Locke can guarantee that if he hides outside and slowly infiltrates in, those guys will definitely find all kinds of unreasonable reasons and rush in directly.

The most important thing.

It’s almost time for my daily video chat with Gwen.

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked at the phone that lit up in his hand, and directly chose to connect it.

"Hey, Locke!"

"Hey!"

"..."

Gwen looked at Locke, who was in darkness above his head, and listened to Locke's low-volume voice. He blinked and lowered his voice involuntarily: "What are you doing?"

"play games!"

"game?"

"Um."

Locke briefly told Gwen how he made a deal with Walter Burke in order to spend Christmas with Gwen and what tasks he had to do now: "Don't worry, I can go back tomorrow."

Gwen's mouth dropped open.

In the monitoring room.

Several agents looked at each other and looked at the signal displayed on the screen that was communicating with the outside world. They blinked and looked at the tacitly accepted signal. Everyone was speechless for a while.

Good guy.

They were looking for where Locke was. As it turned out, Locke seemed to be hiding and even making phone calls leisurely. It seemed that he didn't take this test to heart at all.

Walter Burke looked at the signal and felt insulted: "Where is it located?"

Several agents shook their heads and said: "There is no way to locate it. This is a signal of tacit approval by the bureau."

Our own people do not spy on our own people unless authorized.

After all, if you lower your head but don't raise your head, it won't matter if this matter spreads out and the outside world knows about it, but if it is known by one's own people, then what safety is there?

However, the signal did not last long before disappearing.

After Gwen knew that Locke was working hard to come back for Christmas, she didn't dare to disturb Locke and quickly hung up the phone.

Locke, who was on the roof, looked up at the moon hidden in the dark clouds and looked at the time.

Ten thirty-two.

good.

After finishing the work, it should be about the same time. I can return to the dormitory at 12 o'clock and take a shower.

With this thought in his mind, Locke put the phone back into his pocket, and then, in a very unscientific way, he put his feet against the eaves, hung upside down, and slowly and gently removed the equipment from the attic of the house. Then, without making a sound If there was any movement, they would enter the attic silently.

"call."

Locke slowly landed on his bare feet and turned to look at the attic window. It was not a serious window, but a window similar to a ventilation duct: "It's time to find a yoga teacher."

When he was young, Locke felt that doing this kind of thing was easy and effortless.

at the moment?

The flexibility of the body is still a bit poor.

With this in mind, Locke quietly came to the attic stairs and watched as it opened to connect to the stair partition below.

"Jeff, you said that guy Locke won't come here until four o'clock."

"Won't!"

In the corridor below the attic of the house, a student dressed like a bodyguard stood talking in a low voice. The student named Jeff said: "That guy came according to the instructions in the Secret Service Operation Manual that time."

"also……"

The student who was the first to speak just nodded. The next second, his vision blurred. Then, with a thud, he rolled his eyes and fell straight back under Jeff's gaze.

Jeff, who had just spoken, was a little stunned when he saw this.

Onishe…

"do not move!"

Locke landed lightly, pointed the dagger at Jeff's throat, covered Jeff's mouth when he turned around, smiled and whispered: "You're dead."

Jeff's eyes widened.

at this time.

The student bodyguard who was left on patrol said through the intercom: "Hey, Jeff, how is the situation over there? It's been ten minutes. James asked us to call in ten minutes. It's over."

Jeff, whose mouth was covered, heard the voice on the intercom. Although he couldn't speak, his eyes looking at Locke inadvertently showed endless joy.

You're done.

Just such an expression.

Can……

Locke looked at Jeff who was covering his mouth, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, took the walkie-talkie in Jeff's arms, and cleared his throat: "It's normal up there, Roy, but I don't think that guy Locke will definitely follow the instructions." The four points mentioned in the manual will definitely be met in advance. This guy likes not to take the usual path. It’s over.”

"James thinks so too. By the way, pay attention to the attic. That guy's sneaking skills are also our first. Over."

"You also pay attention, it's over."

Jeff, whose mouth was covered, had his pupils constricted greatly at this moment.

Nothing else.

It was Locke who was speaking just now, but the voice was his.

Good guy!

Jeff reacted, but just when Jeff was about to struggle and report the news directly, he groaned, rolled his eyes, and fainted gorgeously in Locke's arms.

Three minutes later.

Locke tied up the two Jeffs, and by the way, their mouths were tightly wrapped with tape. Although Locke's blow could guarantee that the two men would not wake up until the end of the game.

However, if you are well prepared, you will be right.

Locke's creed has always been that he would rather prepare for a rainy day than make up for it before it is too late.

after awhile.

After another ten minutes, Locke once again used Jeff's voice to communicate with the students who were also together in pairs downstairs, and looked at the two people below through the gap in the stairwell.

According to Walter Burke, the target couple were in the middle and upper levels of the KGB, and because of intelligence reasons, it was normal for them to have bodyguards patrolling their homes.

Some rich people even have a special floor in their homes as a floor for their bodyguards’ daily activities.

Therefore, it is normal for the target's home to have six bodyguards.

Locke couldn't find any point to refute this, but Locke didn't intend to refute it.

Again.

Locke is not afraid of playing big, but he is afraid that others will not be able to play.

Another ten minutes passed.

It's time to contact upstairs and downstairs every ten minutes again. Obviously, these guys still cheated. Otherwise, who the hell would the bodyguards at home be okay with him every ten minutes?

Once again, Locke used Jeff's voice to fool him.

Thirty seconds later.

Locke grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Roy?"

Under Locke's gaze, Roy came to a stop near the stairs: "What's wrong?"

Locke said: "Do you have any cigarettes over there?"

Roy was slightly startled and said, "Where's yours?"

"It's over, damn Q, he doesn't smoke."

"Then I'll give it to you."

"Thanks, I'm going to the stairs now."

"OK."

Locke finished speaking in Jeff's voice, and then looked at Roy who was downstairs with a smile, shook his head, took out the cigarette from his arms, and walked directly up the stairs.

Roy just went upstairs and rolled his eyes.

Locke took Roy directly and quietly placed Roy on the ground. This time, he was not tied up.

Do not have time.

"Is everything okay upstairs?"

"It's okay, I just went up to the attic to take a look."

"Hey, Q!"

"Damn, this window leaks."

"Haha, we're okay, let's go."

"good."

Locke used his superb ventriloquism to complete the dialogue by playing two roles, and then walked down the stairs openly.

The student who was traveling with Roy looked at the figure that appeared on the stairs and listened to the conversation between Roy and Jeff. He laughed and said, "Fortunately, the two of us didn't ask for a seat on the top floor...W..."

Locke looked at the student who still maintained the frightened expression before he fainted, and shrugged: "Sorry."

Said.

Locke dragged this guy aside, glanced at it, and saw that he had the same pistol loaded with plastic bullets as several others, and shook his head.

Everyone likes to choose a gun.

Haven't these people heard that within seven steps, I am invincible?

Only two people are missing.

Inside the house.

Locke is actually quite happy that there are bodyguards in this house.

One sentence.

Human troubles will never compare to the troubles caused by machines.

If there is no one in this room, then there is no doubt that various motion sensors must be turned on.

But right now?

Tsk tsk.

Who paid attention to this?

Locke clicked his tongue twice. Although he said this, after the phone call just now, there was no doubt that he already had a rough guess in his mind.

James Clayton.

It was the bartender who was spotted and recruited by Walter Burke. His performance could compete with Patriot Jack for third place in shooting, and he could even compete with Mace for second place in psychological testing.

Moreover, Walter Burke made it clear that he wanted to put this guy in charge and let him be in charge of the cat side, which was not unexpected by Locke.

James Clayton may have felt that as long as there was someone in the house, he could rush in as soon as he was alerted. Even if Locke lurked in, he could basically be considered a loser.

but……

The ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.

Pity.

Locke licked his lips and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

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