A Certain Marvel Super Player

Locke has never been a person who can remain indifferent in the face of calculations.

He likes simplicity and roughness.

but……

On this simple and crude basis, Locke's character prevents him from being reckless. At the very least, Locke doesn't like to be reckless when there are still some things that haven't been figured out yet.

And once you figure it out, then just be reckless.

Want to play games with me?

OK.

I'll play with you, but if you lose, the price is not just your life, it's that simple.

obviously.

This incident is another sequelae incident caused by Lorraine Broughton.

but……

You have a problem with Lorraine Broughton. You go to her and you insist on bringing me with you. This is your fault...

"Locke!"

"Shut up!"

Locke looked at the stern Agent Lewis expressionlessly.

The next second.

Rise up!

Instantly appeared in front of Agent Lewis.

The latter's expression changed.

"Boom!"

"Uh uh uh!!!"

Locke's right hand shot out directly, and with a bang, his right hand was in mid-air, turning his palm into a finger. Then, with a bang, like a giant dragon hitting, it hit Louis' fragile throat directly.

In an instant!

Agent Lewis's face suddenly changed, and he subconsciously covered his throat with both hands. His face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned black in an instant. He felt that his whole world was spinning.

boom!

This time, he was not as lucky as he was in the corridor. After trying to save himself for half a second, Agent Lewis had completely fallen to the floor and turned into a dead Agent Lewis.

Killer Mace, who was standing next to him, raised his eyebrows.

Marissa Wigler, who was sitting in her seat, couldn't help but stand up from her seat and looked at this scene with a gloomy expression.

"Ms. Plotk."

"Lord God."

"Throw him into my playground."

"clear."

Locke sent the soul of Agent Louis directly to Hades, and after giving instructions to Ms. Jeri Plotk, who took over Hades, he immediately withdrew his eyes from the dead Agent Louis, and then set his eyes on Marissa Vig. He raised his lips and said, "How about it? I gave you a chance. Are you satisfied?"

obviously.

Although Locke still doesn't quite understand the cause of this incident, this does not prevent Locke from understanding that the reason why Marissa Wigler asked him to come here was to find an opportunity to control him.

In this case, then, I give you this opportunity.

Besides...

Together with the murderous intention, we are invincible!

Marissa Wigler's expression suddenly changed. At the same time, outside, the agents who heard the noise coming from inside also quickly opened the door and walked in.

Enter the eyes.

After they saw Agent Lewis on the ground, holding his own throat, who had just died and was still warm, they subconsciously pointed their guns at Locke.

After all, Locke is the only outsider in this secret base controlled by Marissa Wigler.

wrong.

There is another outsider, but that outsider, who looks like a harmless little girl, is staying in the interrogation room at this moment.

"Ennis!"

"director."

Marissa Wigler looked at Locke, whose expression had not changed at all after taking care of Agent Lewis, as if he had killed a beast, without any emotion. She called in a deep voice to the agent who had just led the team in, and then, Looking at Locke: "I will have a good discussion with Mr. Anonymous about bringing Agent Broughton under control."

Locke's face was expressionless.

anonymous?

Ah.

In fact, if it weren't for Anonymous, Agent Lewis wouldn't have just died.

Everyone here will die.

Agent Ennis, who was called by Marissa Wigler over there, came back to his senses, looked at Locke, walked towards Locke, took out the handcuffs from his arms, clicked them, and put them on Locke who showed no signs of resistance. .

Locke looked at Marissa Wigler: "I look forward to your next move."

Finished.

Locke turned around directly, without Ennis escorting him at all, and walked towards the custody room of this secret base on his own initiative.

ten minutes later.

Agent Lewis's body has been carried out.

Marissa Wigler pressed her hands on her desk, her expression uncertain.

Killer Mace sat on the sofa where Locke was just now, folded his arms, and said nothing.

after awhile.

Marissa Wigler raised her head and looked at Killer Mace: "Has Rock Broughton been in contact with Eric Heller?"

Mace raised his head, looked at Marissa Wigler, and frowned: "Eric Heller, is he really Locke's father?"

"That's none of your business."

"..."

Killer Mace was silent for a second, looked at the frosty Marissa Wigler, smiled, shook his head and said: "Not in my sight."

"Yeah?"

Marissa Wigler looked at Metz with deep eyes: "I hope you don't forget your identity, don't forget who rescued you."

"I haven't forgotten."

"That's good."

Marissa Wigler took a deep breath: "Where's that girl?"

"In the interrogation room."

"Walk."

Marissa Wigler stood up directly, seemingly not caring about the dead Agent Louis at all.

This is also normal.

Agents are valuable only when they are alive.

A dead agent is worthless.

Not all agents can be like Lorraine. Even if they disappear for so long, they still have such a strong influence and ability to generate events.

soon.

The interrogation room door opened.

but……

The person who came in was not Marissa Wigler, but someone like Marissa Wigler, with fiery red hair and wearing a business suit, a female agent who was temporarily called in by Marissa Wigler.

Hannah, who was sitting on the interrogation table, looked at the female agent who walked in.

"where am I?"

"A safe place, baby."

Hannah looked at the female agent with fiery red hair and thought of something: "Where did you and my dad first meet?"

The female agent's expression changed inadvertently.

Marissa Wigler, who was in the control room, reminded: "Eric!"

The female agent looked at Hannah: "Do you mean Eric Heller?"

Hannah didn't speak, just looked at the female agent quietly.

The female agent had an approachable smile on her face: "Well, I met him at a booth in Alexanderplatz in East Berlin. It was still raining. Eric had just returned from Bugela."

The words fell.

Hannah's innocent face showed an expression of pain and wanting to cry for a moment.

The female agent followed Marissa Wigler's instructions and looked at Hannah: "Do you know where your father, Eric, is? Did he tell you where he was going?"

Hannah didn't speak, just cried.

even.

After crying to a certain extent, he couldn't help but hugged the female agent directly. Then, he clamped the female agent's waist with his legs and started crying like a storm.

Marissa Wigler in the control room touched her chin thoughtfully.

Mace, who was standing next to him, raised his eyebrows.

This move...

It costs lives.

"Agent, please keep your distance!"

"It's fine."

At this moment, the female agent did not realize that the danger was approaching. After all, it had been some time since she had changed from field service to internal service, and she had already lost the vigilance she should have.

But soon.

The female agent noticed something was wrong.

Holding her in her arms, Hannah, who was as pure and innocent as a little white rabbit, seemed to have finally exposed her disguise at this moment, and the force clamped on her body was slowly getting stronger.

The agent in the control room spoke up again.

"Do you want me to give her something?"

"I think it's necessary."

When she said this, the female agent's voice already had a slight vibrato.

at the same time.

The medics were drawing powerful tranquilizers and quickly approaching the interrogation room.

at the same time.

Holding the female agent in her arms, Hannah was crying violently. At this moment, the cries were getting louder and louder.

The next second!

The moment the interrogation room door opened.

Hannah made a swish sound and looked at the female agent.

on the face...

indifferent.

Ice cold.

No emotion.

The female agent's heart suddenly trembled.

But soon she felt nothing.

Click!

Hannah took the female agent's head with both hands and twisted it neatly. In an instant, the female agent whose head turned around 180 degrees fell down with a pop.

In the control room.

Seeing this, Marissa Wigler couldn't help but her pupils trembled again.

heart……

Shocked.

madman!

The son is crazy.

My daughter is also crazy.

They are all crazy!

moment.

The piercing alarm sounded throughout the secret base.

In the interrogation room, Hannah, who was wearing an orange prison uniform, was holding a pistol taken from the agent who was solved with bare hands. Bang, bang, bang, directly and neatly smashed various concealed weapons around the interrogation room. Camera.

"God!"

Marissa Wigler, who was in the control room, couldn't help but exclaimed when she looked at Hannah, who had transformed from a pure and harmless little white rabbit into a murderous maniac.

Especially when she saw Hannah facing her and smashing the last camera, her heart was beating hard. In her mind, she was still stuck in the scene of the female agent having her neck broken. middle.

fine……

If she hadn't always cherished her life, I'm afraid she would have been the one whose neck was broken.

Killer Mace's eyes still remained on an expression of admiration.

The next second.

Killer Metz spoke out and looked at Marissa Wigler, who was still in shock: "What should we do now, Director Marissa Wigler?"

Marissa Wigler looked up at Killer Mace.

Then……

Come back to your senses.

The next second.

But he laughed!

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