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Looking at the vast expanse of white in front of him, Locke was stunned for a moment. Could this really be just a massage place?

A female technician with her breasts exposed came up and asked in Chinese with an unfamiliar accent: “Boss, is this your first time here? Are there any familiar technicians? What do you think of me?”

Locke continued to speak in Japanese Chinese: “I’m here to find Miss Feng…”

Since this image has been remembered by people, he plans to continue to shape this Japanese identity, maybe one day he will use it.

The smile on the female technician’s face disappeared instantly, “Looking for Sister Feng, I’ll take you there!”

Locke followed the female technician and came to the door of a room after twists and turns. The female technician knocked on the door, “Sister Feng, there is a client for you…”

A clear voice came from the room, “Ask him who introduced him?”

The female technician turned her head and looked at Locke, with a scrutinizing look in her eyes. Locke hurriedly replied: “Hua Tuo Pharmacy!”

“Let him in!”

The female technician pushed the door open and motioned Locke to go in. After Locke went in, she closed the door and left.

In the room, Locke saw a woman in her thirties sitting on a massage bed with her legs crossed, reading a fashion magazine. Although she was dressed like a female technician, her breasts were not exposed and she did not wear heavy makeup.

Although Sister Feng was not beautiful, she was not ugly either. She looked very decent and looked like an ordinary housewife.

She was also looking at Locke and smiled: “Don’t worry, since Song Qing introduced you, I will definitely give you a discount…”

It turned out that the young Chinese man in the pharmacy was called Song Qing.

Locke said hurriedly, “Thank you!”

Feng Jie was stunned for a moment and asked, “Are you Korean or Japanese? You speak Chinese well!”

Locke bowed and said, “Agarito, I am Japanese…”

Feng Jie curled her lips and her attitude changed instantly, “So you are a Japanese, what gun do you want?”

Locke thought for a while, it seemed that someone mentioned a gun to him, and replied, “Do you have SIG Sauer P320?”

Feng Jie frowned, obviously thinking that the gun was too cheap, and replied, “Yes, 500 US dollars…”

As she said that, she pulled out a large drawer from under the grinding bed, which contained more than a dozen pistols of various models.

There are Glock G17, Ruger P85, Beretta 92F and Colt M2000, basically all well-known brands.

She took out a SIG Sauer P320 and handed it to Locke, “Very clean, the barrel is brand new…”

Locke took the gun and weighed it. He knew there was no bullet in the gun. He fiddled with it and quickly disassembled the gun. He took a few glances at the barrel and found it was indeed very new. He sniffed it twice and found the smell of gunpowder, but it should be the trace of testing the gun.

The barrel was obviously made in a small workshop and the workmanship was a bit rough.

But he had to say against his will: “Good craftsmanship!”

Locke started to assemble again, and finished in less than ten seconds. He pulled the trigger and listened to the sound, and nodded: “No problem, I want this one, and this one…”

Sister Feng stared at Locke in a daze, shocked by his quick disassembly and assembly. When she heard that he wanted to buy two more, she asked in a lost voice: “What do you want to do?”

Locke’s eyes turned cold, and a murderous aura arose spontaneously. He asked back: “Can I only buy one?”

Sister Feng immediately shut up, realizing that she had said something wrong, and hurriedly took out the Beretta 92F and Colt M2000 that Locke had pointed out.

After checking them one by one, Locke bought a few more boxes of bullets and spare magazines, and paid three thousand dollars directly, “The extra is a tip, Agarito!”

Just as he left the room, Fengjie made a phone call and asked, “Song Qing, what is the background of the Japanese you introduced?”

The other end of the phone asked, “What? Did he cause trouble?”

Fengjie glanced at the three thousand dollars in her hand and replied, “No, very generous, but he looks like a tough guy, and he uses guns too well…”

The tone of the other end of the phone slowed down, “We don’t care whether he is a tough guy or not, as long as he doesn’t cause trouble in Chinatown! We are just selling things, who cares what he wants to do?”

…

After leaving the Thai massage shop, Locke found a bathroom and filled the three guns and spare magazines with bullets, and then put them all in the storage space, and instantly felt a little safer.

After a while, he changed into the way he came, and went shopping to buy a few different styles of clothes.

What surprised him was that he actually found a wig shop in Chinatown. Unfortunately, there were limited styles of men’s wigs, and they were all black, and most of them were designed for bald people.

There were many choices for women’s wigs, with different colors and hairstyles. He finally chose a few women’s wigs and planned to go back and modify them himself.

When Locke left, the boss looked at him with a hot look, and enthusiastically sent him to the door, saying that they would communicate more in the future.

He was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and he was immediately disgusted.

MomWhat a look, I am 1.9 meters tall and 100 kg, how could I wear women’s clothes, stupid pervert.

There are too many perverts in the United States.

Locke originally planned to have a Chinese supper before leaving, but he was disgusted by the boss’s eyes just now and had no mood at all.

He found the Cruze and drove away from the San Gabriel Valley quickly.

On the way back, Locke slowly calmed down. Thinking of the big purchase tonight, he felt more and more confident. When he found a suitable target, he might try to be a knight who enforces justice on behalf of the heaven.

Unknowingly, Locke drove the car to Sunset Avenue. He felt that with his current comprehensive strength, he would definitely get S-level treatment when he returned to the organization.

Although Avadia was successfully killed last time, there were too many accidents.

He knew very well that the killer sneaked in to kill people alone, and then cleared the traces quietly. This series of actions was so awesome.

At the side of Sunset Boulevard No. 18, Locke stopped the car and looked at the house surrounded by the cordon, and began to think in his mind.

If it were him, how would he sneak in and kill people?

First of all, the vehicle would not be parked so close, and secondly, to remove the traces, there must be medicine, brushes, towels and other items, so the killer must be carrying a backpack.

Entering the villa, he will control Ferlan Alphonse as soon as possible…

Then the killer must have observed Ferlan Alphonse’s daily routine first and confirmed that he was the only one in the villa. This means that the killer should have observed this street for a long time the day before yesterday.

If you want to observe and follow for a long time, the best place is naturally in the car.

Locke subconsciously looked at the rearview mirror and observed the cars parked on both sides of the road. Suddenly, his expression froze. There was a car with people more than ten meters behind him to the right.

He was nervous and immediately shifted gears and stepped on the gas to leave. Unexpectedly, the car started and followed immediately. It was a black Saab class.

Locke instantly thought of the CIA. Damn, the CIA is not stupid. They know to come here to follow at night.

Knowing that the CIA was behind him, Locke was not panicked at all, but rather a little excited.

For L4’s driving skills, the CIA would have to block all roads in advance to catch him.

Damn, these bastards are not stupid. They should be waiting for the killer to come back to the scene, thinking that he was the killer.

At an intersection, Locke stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, drifted through the corner, and quickly turned into another road. The Saab was no longer behind the car.

Just as he was about to drive to the Trove subway entrance to change cars, there was a sudden burst of gunfire in front.