A Certain Marvel Super Player

As soon as the sound came out.

The Chief Mascot, Mr. Anonymous, and Walter Burke who were in the observation room couldn't help but their pupils trembled slightly.

Walter Burke even looked at the monitoring screen.

On the screen, after Director Alexander Conklin left, Locke sat in a chair as if on vacation, drinking the bourbon that Director Alexander Conklin had just brought over.

Very leisurely, very leisurely.

even……

There was a mysterious smile on his face.

no way!

Originally, Locke had no intention of coming directly to Langley to ask for someone.

but……

Who asked Mr. Walter Burke to send out invitations? Someone did not go after sending an invitation. Obviously, this is a very rude thing.

Locke is a very polite man.

so……

Locke thought for a while, since Walter Burke wanted to see him so eagerly, then, just as Walter Burke wished, he directly moved the visit originally planned tonight to now.

no way.

I'm always so understanding.

Locke sipped the bourbon in the glass and thought in his heart. Then, he seemed to notice something. He raised his head and looked at the surveillance camera. He raised his bourbon glass in the distance and smiled slightly, as if he was responding to someone's words. Same invitation...

Walter Burke's face turned dark instantly.

Although Mr. Anonymous did not understand what happened, he knew one thing very well. He looked directly at Walter Burke: "Mr. Burke, it seems that your speculation is that all your hysteria has broken out again."

Locke is the unparalleled assassin?

Ah.

The Wushuang Assassins called directly, and they still hope to implicate Locke. What a sweet dream, Locke is being monitored, saying that he is a Wushuang Assassin, how can he fake this call?

Walter Burke looked at the expression on the face of the anonymous hand and sneered: "A phone call can prove..."

"Daddy!"

"..."

Before Walter Burke finished speaking, suddenly, listening to the voice coming from the other end of the phone, his face suddenly changed: "Lisa?"

"Not anymore!"

When the voice of the Peerless Assassin came from the phone again, there was silence on the other end of the phone for about five seconds, accompanied by the sound of wiping hands: "Mr. Walter Burke, originally, between you and me, This time is just a business matter, but why do you want to turn this matter into a personal grudge?"

This is a double entendre!

The Wushuang assassin chuckled: "Since Mr. Burke has turned this matter into a personal grudge, let's handle it as a personal grudge."

Walter Burke said in a deep voice: "What did you do to Lisa?"

The Wushuang assassin smiled and said, "She was too naughty, so I told her to shut up."

"you……"

"Okay, I called, not to talk to you."

The unparalleled assassin was directly on the other side of the phone, interrupting Walter Burke, who was extremely angry, and changed the topic: "No. 11 Palm Elm Street, Washington, Oriente, Coster, Director Dutt, are you familiar with this information? "

The mascot director's face looked ugly at the moment: "What do you want?"

just……

The street number mentioned by the Wushuang Assassin was his home address, and Aurent was his husband, and Coster was the son he and his husband adopted.

Yes.

husband!

Frankly speaking, Locke was a little unbelievable when he was collecting information. He didn't expect that the mascot director was also a BUFF owner.

But this has nothing to do with Locke.

I only said this to make the mascot director listen carefully to what he said.

Locke said directly: "I want to make a deal with Langley!"

The mascot director looked over at the agent who was nervously locating the signal, nodded, and then said in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

Locke said: "Once the sin notice is issued, I will definitely take it back, so you know very well, what do I want?"

From the time Wushuang Assassin debuted to the present, no matter who it is, as long as they receive the crime notice, there is only one way to go.

Locke hates experiencing new things.

For example, lose once.

Locke said directly: "But, I am also a federal citizen. It always feels bad to let Langley lose face on federal land, but I don't want to not be able to collect my notice, so I plan to discuss it with Dutt." Director, let me make a deal. I'll tell you, one of your Langleys is a KGB undercover, and in return, you need to give me the people I need, how about it?"

The words just fell.

A thud.

Walter Burke over there, at this moment, could no longer bear the anger in his heart and broke out of the door directly.

Anonymous nodded quickly to the several agents next to him.

The agent understood and quickly followed Walter Burke, who had disappeared into the elevator entrance.

Director Mascot and Mr. Anonymous looked away from the door. Director Dutt wiped his face and said to the phone in a deep voice: "The Federation never negotiates terms with anyone. If you want Director Burke, , maybe you can try it and come in and get it yourself."

"That's too bad."

"What?"

at this time.

The agent responsible for tracking and locating the phone signal narrowed his eyes after the results came out. He turned around and looked at the mascot director and Mr. Anonymous: "Director, the source of the signal is our building."

While talking.

Beep, beep, beep!

The mobile phone sent by Wushuang Assassin has also been hung up at this moment.

Gu Huo

Anonymous's face suddenly changed: "Jack, Director Burke..."

Jack, who had already chased the two agents to the lobby on the first floor, covered his headset and looked around, finding no trace: "Director Burke didn't come down."

Anonymous frowned.

The next second.

Anonymous cursed Xie Te and quickly ran out the door.

Twenty-fourth floor!

There was a bang.

After Walter Burke just pressed the down button of the elevator, he entered another elevator. Going up, he violently pushed open his office door, took off the glasses on his face, and opened the door. He took out his cell phone from the safe in his office and dialed a number from Paris.

"Hello?"

One doesn't need to look, just listen, to know that the voice must come from a black man's voice coming from the phone.

Walter Burke took out the pistol from the safe and loaded it: "I was targeted by an unparalleled assassin."

"Marissa..."

"Do you still have to ask? She is already dead."

"Lorraine?"

"I don't……"

Walter Burke was just about to speak. The next second, he seemed to feel something. He quickly turned around and was about to pull the trigger directly.

but……

"Bang!"

"ah!"

Wearing sunglasses and a suit, the unparalleled assassin sent Walter Burke to the wall with one kick. Then, with his right hand wearing leather gloves, he directly took over the weapon and drew an arc in mid-air. mobile phone.

Boom!

Walter Burke slowly flowed down the wall like a hanging painting.

Locke looked at Walter Burke, then raised the phone to his ear, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Otto? Maybe you and I don't know each other, but soon, I will know who you are, and you will know too. , who am I?"

"...Really? I'm waiting for you!"

"You won't have to wait long."

"Toot! Toot! Toot!"

Locke listened to the low but extremely unpleasant, even disgusting black language coming from the phone, shook his head, and then, with a flick of his right hand, threw the phone back to Walter Burke's side.

Walter Burke, who had just been kicked by Locke and had bleeding from the corner of his mouth, was struggling at this moment, leaning against the wall, trying to get up.

Locke glanced.

Raise your hand!

"boom!"

"ah!"

Accompanied by a sound, there was the sound of Walter Burke's Bolinga shattering, followed immediately by the scream of pain with his mouth wide open.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Locke turned his head and looked around, only to see that the door of the office was being banged hard from the outside. The next second, there was a loud bang on the wooden door.

pity.

The wooden door is very strong.

The corner of Locke's mouth raised, and then, without looking back, he fired another shot directly at Walter Burke's other Boling Gai.

moment.

Walter Burke, once let out a scream.

The next second!

Walter Burke's expression was distorted, his eyes shrank, and in an instant, he switched to an expression as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes were so wide that they were about to bulge out, and he suddenly felt that he was also It hurt, and he pointed at the Wushuang assassin with his hand.

"Um?"

Locke turned around, looked at Walter Burke's little eyes, and was slightly stunned. Then, he lowered his head and saw the sunglasses that had fallen to the ground. He laughed loudly. After picking them up, he blew them towards Walter. Burke said: "I haven't brought it with me for a year."

"Locke... Broughton!"

"..."

Locke rubbed his ears and looked at Walter Burke with a disgusted expression: "Why are you shouting so loudly? It can't be heard outside. No one outside can hear you when you shout so loudly."

What a joke.

Locke's part-time job is an unparalleled assassin, and his main job is now the main god.

If……

If a few mortals can open the door with firearms, then does he still need the face of the Lord God?

Locke said this, then tilted his head and looked at Walter Burke: "I told you, it's obviously a business matter, why do you want to turn it into a personal grudge?"

In this matter, Locke can say that he was completely passive.

He was so good that he went to the Secret Service Academy for further training, just to go through the motions.

The results of it?

She was so involved in something related to Lorraine Broughton again.

All this because of whom?

no doubt.

Locke sighed faintly and looked at Walter Burke: "You said, let me come over, and you will let me know what true cruelty is. Now that I am here, where is your cruelty?"

Walter Burke: "..."