A Certain Marvel Super Player

Agent Allen stared in front of him. Although he was wearing a black suit, it was full of bloodstains. Although he was smiling, his eyes were cold. Locke, who also had bloodstains on his face, even fell into a trance.

Especially, there was Molly next to her who made a gurgling sound from her throat from time to time.

Although Allen claims to be a tough guy, at this moment, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Seeing this, Locke smiled slightly, stretched out his right hand, and then patted Allen's shoulder like a frightened little rabbit. With a gentle tone, he repeatedly pointed at the paper and pen on the table: "Intelligence, Thanks."

Allen looked at Locke.

Mechanical...and empty!

The next second.

Allen couldn't help but use his movable right hand to grab the pen, and then, seemingly mechanically, he began to write information on the paper.

The corners of Locke's mouth raised slightly.

In these three months, Locke did his best and ranked first in any course.

Unbeatable!

and……

On the 15th of last month, Locke deservedly ranked first in the practical hypnosis course he started teaching.

It's quite easy to gain the upper hand first, and then add a little bit of plasma or something...

Locke smiled and looked at Allen who was writing information on the paper with a very satisfied expression.

In the monitoring room.

Walter Burke put down the telescope and looked at the very calm outside. Feeling a little unscientific, he turned around and asked, "How is the surveillance at the target house?"

"everything is normal."

"Something's wrong."

When Dennis Slane, the deputy commander of Operation Langley, heard this, he turned around, looked at Walter Burke, who was standing over the monitor, with his hands on his hips, and said, "What's wrong?"

Walter Burke looked at the time on his watch: "It's almost half past eleven now."

Dennis Slane spread his hands: "Is there anything wrong? Isn't the time limit at sunrise tomorrow?"

Walter Burke shook his head and asked the training agent to find out Locke's schedule.

soon.

The work and rest schedule is available.

Walter Burke looked at the work schedule that was called up, and then looked at the data above: "Since Locke came in, for the past three months, he has basically kept coming out of the room on time at 6:30 in the morning. Come out, and then go to bed before twelve o'clock in the evening."

Dennis Slane said: "It's a good habit."

He is the deputy commander of operations, not an operational agent.

Dennis Slane sat in his office and handed out tasks. The weapon was the power in his hand, not the weapon in his hand. Naturally, he didn't quite understand the difference between them.

Walter Burke looked at Dennis Slane: "Locke Broughton is the most conceited and proud of all the students."

Dennis Slane didn't want to think anymore and looked directly at Walter Burke: "What do you want to say? Locke will be an excellent agent. Even the director thinks so."

Isn't it the right thing to be first and proud?

"Yes, so it is impossible for him to postpone the time until the middle of the night, because that will delay his rest time!"

"……What?"

Walter Burke was no longer explaining anything, but looked at the surveillance agent: "Zoom in the surveillance of the target's bedroom."

The agent complied.

The expanded bedroom surveillance instantly appeared on the big screen.

Monitor, everything is fine.

but……

Walter Burke looked at Molly and Allen who were lying on the bed in the surveillance camera, and then his eyes fixed on a green plant placed on the table.

The next second.

Walter Burke's eyes narrowed: "The surveillance is covered."

Dennis Slane heard this and stood up.

"What?"

"Damn, he's already in."

"What?"

Walter Burke took a deep breath, and he was also surprised in his heart. Apart from him, the green plant that just appeared on the surveillance screen would shake regularly every three seconds. If he hadn't been careful, it wouldn't have been possible at all. Impossible to notice.

"That's right."

The agent who reacted quickly filtered the surveillance source and said, "The surveillance was hacked ten minutes ago."

Walter Burke Pupil Quake.

at the same time.

Another ten minutes are up.

James Clayton, who was outside the house, once again had a ten-minute routine conversation with Sam, who was supposed to be on the second floor of the bedroom, at the agreed time.

Locke looked at Allen, who had written the information after being hypnotized, and raised the corners of his mouth. Then, he looked at the intercom that was ringing in his hand. Then, he raised his head and looked at the surveillance camera in the upper left corner of the house.

James Clayton, who was outside the house, frowned after hearing no reply from the intercom for three seconds.

at this time.

Sam's voice came out from the walkie-talkie, and then there was the conversation between Sam and Roy, and by the way, the conversation between Roy and Jeff.

Same as before.

One layer connects to another.

only……

When James Clayton was just about to put away the walkie-talkie, he saw a handful of lights flashing in the distant monitoring room from the corner of his eye, and seemed to have thought of something.

"Hey, Sam."

James Clayton grabbed the walkie-talkie, raised his head, and stared at the corridor window on the second floor: "Do you remember what I said to you when you entered the room?"

Locke, who was folding the information and putting it in his arms, smiled slightly when he heard James Clayton's words from the intercom.

James Clayton repeated: "Sam?"

Locke opened the room, stared at the dark first floor through the gap in the stairs, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and rang the intercom: "Okay, you caught me, James, but the game is over!"

Outside!

James Clayton's eyes instantly completed the entire process of a volcanic eruption as he listened to Locke's voice, which was transmitted directly from the walkie-talkie without concealment!

"Shet!"

James Clayton quickly came to his senses and roared angrily: "He's in!"

"What?"

"what?"

"how come?"

"when?"

When James Clayton said this, many students who were disguised as bodyguards and walking on the road involuntarily turned their eyes and expressed shock!

After James Clayton over there finished speaking, he took the lead and ran towards the door of the house.

There was a bang.

Locke, who was inside the house when he heard the sound of the door breaking, thought for a moment, then tilted his head and stepped back, only to hear a click.

In the house, the electricity was directly lost!

Darkness instantly enveloped the entire house.

"Night vision!"

"clear."

James Clayton, who had just stepped into the house, looked at the power supply that fell instantly. Without the slightest panic, he shouted directly, and then activated the night vision imager that he had already made preparations for and wore on his head.

After all, in this game, Locke is the thief, and they are the soldiers.

The intercom buzzes!

Locke's voice came from the intercom: "Good guy, are you using the night vision goggles?"

James Clayton held a rubber pistol and used gestures to direct everyone to disperse. Then, with a vigilant look on his face, he slowly walked on the stairs leading to the second floor: "You are number one. I don't do much. I deserve you." Achievements?"

Locke laughed and said, "I don't care, I've already got the information."

James Clayton said: "But you haven't successfully retreated yet. You can succeed countless times, but if you make a mistake once, you will lose. I'm sorry, you just made a mistake in talking to me."

"oh?"

"You should have gotten the information a long time ago."

"It's okay, three minutes ago."

"You should have run away as secretly as you sneaked in, but you're too conceited."

"Yeah?"

"Yes, you can't run away because of your pride."

"Who says I can't run? They say I'm arrogant. James, in fact, you are the most arrogant."

"What?"

"Speaking of which, I would also like to thank you. If you didn't arrange for bodyguards to enter the room, I would have acted so quickly. Your people have come in. I don't need to dismantle the surveillance equipment inside the house. And, thank you again. You were so thoughtful and put on night vision goggles, and by the way, you opened the door for me. "

"hehe……"

The words have not yet fallen.

James Clayton kicked open the door of the storage room on the second floor.

The next second.

The expression was condensed on his face.

Locke's voice came from Molly's mobile phone placed on the partition of the storage room, and then was output to the intercom on James Clayton's waist through the intercom next to it: "Who stipulated that it must be I sneaked away through the back door, but I like to go through the front door!"

"not good……"

"Shet!"

"he is……"

"Boom!"

Locke met directly from the room on the first floor and punched a student with night vision goggles in front of him. The student was hit so hard that his head buzzed and he fell to the ground.

"Puff puff!"

He's on the first floor!

A student looked at Locke who disappeared from sight again in the flash of lightning. His heart was pounding and he roared: "His miscellaneous items on the first floor..."

The words have not yet been spoken!

With a loud bang, the student who tipped off the news raised his head backwards. Then, he rolled his eyes, and with a loud thud, he lost consciousness and lay down behind him.

Locke chuckled lightly, glanced at the tactical lights that were approaching quickly over there, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly!

What is a real assassination?

no doubt.

Silent assassination is the real assassination, but this kind of silence, one is coming quietly and leaving quietly, and the other is what Locke admires the most.

Kill all the enemies and ensure that no enemy can survive. This is also a stealth assassination!

and……

In terms of grade, it is much higher than that of someone who shoots blackmail!

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