A Certain Marvel Super Player

Locke suddenly thought of something.

Park the car.

"By the way." Locke got out of the car and looked at Gwen who got out of the car and asked curiously: "Not long ago, when we were at the dance, what was the name of Ken's boyfriend? He was from Holy Trinity. Jack or Jason..."

Gwen blinked: "Jason?"

Locke snapped his fingers: "Yes, that's him. Why haven't you heard Kenm talk about it recently?"

Gwen shook his head: "We broke up. It seems that the man had a girlfriend in Holy Trinity school, and it was found out."

Locke: "..."

obviously.

This shit must have been done by daughter accuser Brian Mills.

Brian Mills must have used his connections to investigate Jason after discovering Jason who came to take his daughter away that day, and then discovered this matter.

Poor Jason.

Fortunately, you are only stepping into two different boats. If you have any criminal history, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as breaking up, but you will have to surrender to the New York Police Department.

so……

Cherish life and stay away from Kem.

"Good evening."

The attendant who was at the door of the Chester restaurant had already met the boss's friend's car and Locke. He greeted Locke with a smile and led Locke towards the position: "Still the same position, Mr. Broughton?"

"right!"

"this way please."

It seems that as the weather plummets, especially today's snowy weather, more people come to the restaurant to dine than before. When Locke and Gwen arrived on the second floor, there were already several tables of people. .

After Locke sat down, he looked at the attendant: "Where's Klin?"

The waiter said: "The boss is in the kitchen."

Locke hummed, thought for a while, and decided to wait a while, when he wasn't too busy, and go over to find Klin.

He ordered something online and calculated the time. It should arrive either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. According to the original plan, it could be delivered to him on time.

But the competition was suddenly moved forward, so I had no choice but to ask Klin to help with the collection.

But it's not contraband.

Locke also buys contraband and other items, but he never leaves his real name or any address where he can be contacted on the dark web.

Furthermore, almost 80% of the information on today's dark web is bait put out by the FBI or the Department of Homeland Security, just waiting to see if some stupid guy will take the bait.

Especially since tomorrow is the last month of the year.

It's the end of the year.

Even if they are the FBI or something, they still need to improve their performance so that they can get a generous year-end bonus for themselves.

"Um!"

Gwen tasted the steak on her plate and looked at Locke: "Although I have been here many times, it seems that every time I come, I can taste something different from the last time."

Locke smiled and said: "Klin's beef is not just one variety from one place."

Beef from different places has different tastes.

Different varieties of beef also have different flavors.

perhaps……

This is why this restaurant ranks among the top restaurants that couples must visit in New York.

after awhile.

Locke looked at the attendant who was greeting him not far away, nodded, and said to Gwen next to him: "I'm going to see Klin."

Gwen nodded: "Give me the car keys and I'll start the car first?"

Locke handed the car key to Gwen, and then followed the attendant to Klin's office directly behind the kitchen.

In the office, there is a single bed, a desk, a computer, and on the wall, there is a large poster of a cowboy galloping on a horse.

"Tsk, tsk."

Locke walked in and looked at the imageless and free-spirited person over there, resembling a bearded and bushy-haired Clint Chester. Then he looked at the handsome cowboy in the poster on the wall. , shook his head for a while: "Looking at it, I can't go back to the golden years you mentioned, when a cowboy could seduce a little girl with just one word."

Klin directly took out a cigar from the drawer and threw it to Locke: "I am much more handsome now than when I was young. I have a lot of money now."

Locke played with the authentic Cuban cigars in his hands and nodded sympathetically: "I also made a lot of money last month."

Quite a few?

Klin's lips twitched: "Isn't that a lot for you? I'm afraid it's enough for you to squander for half a year."

Locke smiled.

Klin then shook his head and whispered: "But it's okay, just give it up for a while. This is New York, not Texas. I'm still waiting for you to take care of me until I die."

The corner of Locke's mouth rose: "Did you quarrel with your daughter again?"

Klin curled his lips.

It is clear.

That's it.

Locke smiled and didn't say anything. He just got down to business: "I bought some things online, but I'm going to Maine tomorrow. In about ten days, I changed my address to yours. , remember to collect it for me."

Klin looked at Locke suspiciously: "It's not contraband. I'm telling you, I finally retired, so don't use those things to covet me."

Locke smiled and said: "It's just a dozen bottles of Thunder Bourbon that have been stored for more than 20 years. As you know, I am only sixteen years old."

Klin's eyebrows pounded: "You also know that you are only sixteen years old."

You didn't act like you were sixteen when you killed someone.

Locke shrugged: "The last batch of Thunder Bourbon I came to New York to purchase was confiscated by the New York Police Department. There is no other way. I can only add that I remember to keep it."

Klin was stunned for a moment, then said: "Your girlfriend's father?"

Locke nodded.

Klin opened his mouth, and then shook his head: "Forget it, you are very smart, be careful, and don't give the police any clue when the time comes."

Locke tilted his head: "So, I gave the credit to George. He sits in the office, which is a good thing for him and me."

Unfortunately, George can't seem to stay in the office.

Every time he went to Gwen's house for dinner, he could hear his trumpet name popping out of George's mouth. Locke was afraid that one day he would miss his job and someone would not react, so he would shoot George subconsciously, which would be a lot of fun. Sent.

Locke thought in his heart, looked at his watch, and stood up: "Okay, that's what I'm talking about. There are nineteen bottles in total. I bought you four bottles and gave me the remaining fifteen bottles. Keep it, I'll take it home quietly."

Locke never expected to be targeted by his father-in-law for drinking.

Put it this way.

The Star Building has a radius of five kilometers. At present, no second-rate dealer dares to sell alcohol to minors, especially Thunder Bourbon. Good guy, that would be like catching a wanted criminal.

Locke was speechless. He would be seventeen this year, and he was only four years short of the legal age for drinking.

Why bother.

Is it because he is afraid that he will hit Gwen after drinking?

How can it be.

I am so gentle that I would not even dare to kill a rabbit.

never mind.

Locke shook his head. Anyway, he never thought about buying wine from the second-hand dealer. He always bought wine from the winery. After all, the authenticity was guaranteed.

"gone."

"Um."

Klin stood up, looked at Locke who opened the door, and suddenly thought of something: "Wait a minute."

Locke turned around.

Klin took out a beautifully-shaped ticket from the drawer and handed it to Locke: "A customer gave it to me last time. I know that if I ask you to come to me on Christmas, you will definitely not come. I might as well give it to you and take it with you." Your girlfriend is going to have some fun.”

Locke took the two tickets: "What is it?"

Look down.

The Poseidon cruise ship made its maiden voyage.

Luxurious private room with 75-degree sea view.

On December 23rd, the maiden voyage around the Pacific!

Good guy.

Pacific Rim?

Locke raised his eyebrows and handed the ticket back: "No, I'm not thinking. I'm invincible on land. I'm fine. Why go to sea?"

All his kung fu are land kung fu.

When I went to sea, half of my efforts were wasted, and I had no place to run even if I wanted to.

Klin took the bills and sighed: "Okay, I heard these two bills are worth half a million, forget it, I'll leave them to others..."

Locke blinked: "Wait, how much is it?"

"More than half a million."

"Well……"

Locke stood there, thought for a while, stepped forward, and took the two bills away from Colin's hand, with a firm expression: "Chester, you are my mentor, Christmas is a very important holiday, you should Be with your family, instead of floating on the sea with a group of irrelevant people. If someone messes with you, you won't have anywhere to run. It's better for me to go, since I'm alone."

If you don't have enough food and clothing, you will become poor if you don't calculate.

What about half a million?

Although Locke is now barely financially free, half a million is not a small sum. Look at George, after all, it takes three years of hard work to earn this half a million.

If George also collects black money, a year will be enough.

but……

Does George know how to collect illegal money? If he can collect illegal money, it's not like a family, one, two, three... six people are still crowded in an apartment that is less than half the area of ​​Locke Star Building.

Klin laughed happily, blew his beard, and shook his head: "Take it away, just in time. Take your girlfriend with you to have fun. Don't hide at home at Christmas."

Locke waved his hand directly: "Let's go, don't steal my wine."

Finished.

Locke turned around and left.

As for thank you?

There is no need for Krillin at all. That guy was counting on him to be able to take care of him till the end of his life. If he said thank you, he would probably think that he would shoot him in the next second.

After finally retiring, it’s not good to think about how to stimulate him.

boarding.

Locke glanced at Gwen, who seemed to be on the phone with Helen in the passenger seat, smiled, pulled up his seat belt, put aside the two bills he had just received, and drove away.

Drive over the Brooklyn Bridge.

"My mother asked me to buy a piece of smoked sausage when I go back. Let's go to Thirteenth Street first."

"good."

Gwen put away the phone, glanced at the two bills, and picked them up: "What are these?"

Locke: "..."

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