A Certain Marvel Super Player

"because……"

"From the moment I opened my eyes and saw the world, to me, the world was a big game."

“It’s also a stand-alone game!”

"The most important thing is that it is a stand-alone game that I have never played, but I know how it will end."

"so……"

"I put on my glasses!"

"When I wear glasses, the world I see when I open my eyes is a game; when I don't wear glasses, the world I see when I open my eyes is life."

“A life I want to try to be a part of.”

"But……"

Locke looked with interest at the dying Melinda May, who looked at himself as if she was mentally ill, and tilted his head: "Why do you have to test me without glasses?"

Melinda May's chest gasped.

Locke's tone was faint: "Believe me, you don't want to face me without glasses and treating the world as a game."

Melinda May's tone was extremely weak: "We will catch..."

The words have not yet been spoken!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Melinda's eyes were wide open, her head was tilted back, and a bullet hole appeared between her eyebrows.

"hehe."

The corners of Locke's mouth slightly raised, his head lowered, and he looked back at the glasses that he thought were used to seal his desire to kill players, and slowly stood up: "I know you won't give up, but the reason why I tell you is So that when you are waiting for Nick Fury and the others below, tell them why, so I don’t have to waste any more words.”

Is it weird that Nick Fury isn't in the car?

This is not surprising at all.

after all.

When he was in court, Locke looked at Nick Fury walking out and made a throat-cutting gesture. It would be so pitiful if Nick Fury didn't even have this vigilance.

only……

Locke never thought that Nick Fury would keep Melinda May.

It’s really cheap!

Locke is not talking about Nick Fury, but about this yellow-skinned and white-hearted Melinda.

You just lick the white ones, forget it.

Licking black people?

Cheap or not?

The ancestors used to treat the Kunlun slaves as cattle and horses. It's a good idea for you to regard these cattle and horses as your biological father and mother.

"Ah."

Locke glanced at Melinda May's body, sneered in his heart, and walked out of the custody vehicle.

not far away!

"stop!"

"do not move!"

"Put your hands up!"

"Now, immediately!"

The prison guards who had just taken a bus from the prison and rushed over looked like they were facing a formidable enemy. They picked up their pistols, submachine guns and assault rifles and pointed them at them as if they were going shopping. They even took care of themselves when they got out of the car. Locke, who was wearing his own clothes: "If you take one more step, we will shoot."

Locke looked sideways.

Prison guard.

No wonder.

If it was someone from the New York Police Department, they would probably shoot directly without saying a word.

Locke shook his head, ignoring the various weapons aimed at him, and walked towards the destroyed edge on one side.

The prison guards over there were stunned. Looking at Locke who seemed not to take them seriously at all and kept giving instructions at all, they seemed to be intimidated by Locke's domineering attitude. He didn't even think of pulling the trigger. No.

even……

When Locke jumped off the bridge, they didn't react. When they reacted and caught up to the bridge and looked over, they saw that the river was calm.

"Where are the people?"

"Where did he go?"

"Where is the person?"

"Notify Coast Patrol!"

"quick!"

At this time, the prison guards, who were quite numerous and had enough weapons to shoot Locke into a hornet's nest, reacted and then turned into a mess of flies.

Queens near Rikers Island Prison.

Locke made a circle, went ashore, casually threw the underwater propeller aside, and then began to take off his soaked suit.

not far away.

A fat, middle-aged white man wearing sunglasses came over with a brand new suit in his hand and handed it to Locke, who was wearing glasses.

Not long after.

Locke changed his clothes, took the key from the middle-aged man's hand, and walked towards a 90% new R8 parked on the roadside: "Please pack it up."

The middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly. After the R8 engine roared behind him, he swallowed, stretched out his hand, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

On the roaring R8.

Locke drove with his left hand and took out a headset from the box on the passenger seat with his right hand and put it into his ear: "Red Devil, I thought you would ask Demby to come over and pick me up."

The red devil on the other end of the phone laughed loudly: "You are my friend, Demby, and even more so."

Let Demby pass?

Apart from the Continental Hotel, the Red Devils basically did not dare to let Demby meet Locke anywhere else.

reason?

Locke needs to be a sinner to kill other people, but to kill Xiao Hei, he doesn't even bother to find a reason.

but……

It doesn't seem right to ask a killer to find a reason to kill. If you think about it carefully, it doesn't seem right.

The Red Devil shook his head and nodded to a service provider next to him.

The next second.

Locke looked at the red dot that lit up on the car's central control screen.

The Red Devil said: "The two people you are looking for are already heading to a private helipad in New Jersey. You'd better hurry up, otherwise..."

"Thanks!"

Locke raised his eyebrows and turned the steering wheel with his left hand. The power of his advanced driving skills was fully activated. The R8 was originally a coupe, but now, there was only one left in Locke's hands.

boom!

The R8 roared and sped directly towards the tunnel connecting New Jersey.

At this moment, Nick Fury had taken off his prison uniform and put on his iconic windbreaker again. Under the arrangement of the New York SHIELD agents, Nick Fury was quickly heading to the plane flying to the Washington DC headquarters when his phone rang urgently.

"Boss."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Phil Coulson also changed his clothes, but had not even trimmed his beard after being detained for so many days. He handed over the phone in his hand: "Commander Hand's."

Nick Fury took it, looking out the window as the scenery sped by.

Connected.

Standing in the lobby of the SHIELD Operations Command Center, looking at the helicopter circling on the big screen, the body being carried out of the bus by the prison guards said in a deep voice: "Agent Melinda May died."

Nick Fury's one eye shrank: "Where is it?"

"We are only five hundred meters away from entering Rikers Island Prison. The door is blocked by the Peerless Assassin."

"...Where's Locke Broughton?"

"Inside the school."

"Nothing unusual?"

"No!"

Nick Fury took a deep breath: "Send someone to arrest him and send him to the Tomb Prison."

I'll entertain him myself.

but……

Commander Victoria Hand said directly: "I'm sorry."

Nick Fury frowned.

"What?"

"You've been dismissed, Nick."

"……Then what?"

"Director Alexander Pierce urgently took over S.H.I.E.L.D. at the request of the Security Council. Director Pierce ordered that all possible means be used to quell the impact of this incident. At the same time, no arrests should be made without any conclusive evidence. In half an hour, I have to withdraw my agents, this is an order!"

"...You know his true face."

"We have no evidence!"

"He killed Morgan Vasey, and Melinda May!"

"I want to ask, why didn't you bring Melinda with you?"

"...She asked for it herself."

"Yeah?"

"Salama Bichi!"

Nick Fury cursed angrily and took a deep breath: "I will catch this guy."

Finished.

Nick Fury hung up the phone directly.

At this time, the car slowly drove into an inconspicuous small airport, where a business plane was already in operation.

"Sir."

The two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who usually pretended to be gatekeepers seemed unaware of the news happening in New York these days. They looked at Nick Fury who rolled down the car window, looking excited and ready to salute.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Nick Fury, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the picture of the black-skinned agent's head in front of him, which was like a bursting watermelon. His one eye shrank and he turned his head to look behind him.

A silver R8 roared over.

"Sir!"

"Go quickly."

"Enemy attack, fire!"

"Chug, tug, tug!"

"Tu tu tu tu!"

Thick bullets hit the car body of the speeding R8. In an instant, the body of the 90% new R8 car was directly hit with craters.

"mmp..."

Locke pulled the handbrake, opened the door, bent down and walked out of the car: "When I have time, I will definitely order a bulletproof R8."

but……

Locke felt that this was probably just talk.

After all the calculations, in his hands, not five of the R8s were scrapped, but probably nine.

It's all that damn cross.

Farke.

If it hadn't been for the corpse that fell on the day of the cross and smashed his body, would these things have happened now?

Locke waved his right hand, and a pistol that was not the Silver Dancer was flipped directly to his left hand, and then the Silver Dancer also appeared on his right hand.

Get up.

shooting!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A few shots of the gun suddenly made the world around him quiet.

soon.

When Locke casually threw the gun with no bullets in his left hand and walked into the parking lot, he caught his eye and happened to see it. On the runway, it seemed that the business car had not even had time to close the hatch and had already started to start, preparing to taxi on the runway. Airplane, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Buzz!"

The business plane turned its engines rapidly and slowly moved on the runway.

"Boom!"

Locke waved his right hand, and with a bang, a huge weapons box was taken out from the inventory.

Open.

Inside the weapon box, there is a "Lightning Surface-to-Air Individual Missile" produced by Stark Industries!

"pretty!"

The weapons produced by Stark, not only in terms of power, but also in terms of appearance, are all worth a hundred thousand dollars.

Locke directly picked up the Lightning produced by Stark, opened it, and aimed at the business plane that had been pulled up and ready to take off quickly.

The next second.

Trigger pulled!

boom!

moment.

Fireworks take off! ! ! !

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