A Certain Marvel Super Player

soon.

The sky is dark.

A garbage truck slowly drove into the textile factory of the Brotherhood, which looked similar to a castle from the outside.

Soon.

A body was unloaded by a garbage truck.

Butcher's.

"Fake!"

"how come."

The repairman, the pharmacist, and Firefox, and the newly released killer Wesley watched not only in the leg, but also in the chest, and even the butcher's body was shot in the eyebrow silence.

The cross... This is the rhythm that is going to kill madness.

Wesley said so in his heart, but he wanted to kill the cross even more with his own hands.

obviously.

But Wesley believed that the butcher also died at the hands of the cross.

but…

A garbage worker seemed to have thought of something, took out a card from his pocket, and handed it to the factory manager Sloan, who was expressionless and buckled over there: "Factory manager, this was found next to the butcher's body."

Factory Manager Sloan took over.

Firefox and the repairman also asked the three pharmacists to watch.

The card is dark black.

Just like a business card.

"Notice of Sin"

"…"

"This is…"

"Texas Sin Hunters?"

"What sin hunter?"

Firefox looked at the ignorant Wesley, and briefly introduced: "A killer who has been in the Texas killer circle for the past two years, codenamed Wushuang, is called the crime hunter by the police because of the target of his ruling. The characters are all guilty people, especially they like to give this card after killing people, the name is unknown, the age is unknown, and even the gender is unknown. It seems that this Wushuang shot once in New York City a few days ago."

The last sentence, Firefox said to the factory manager Sloan.

only…

Why did this Wushuang suddenly set eyes on the butcher?

Firefox frowned and said, "What did the butcher do today?"

He looked very much like a Xiaoshou, and he was indeed a Xiaoshou killer in front of the butcher. He glanced at Sloan and said to Firefox, "Going to execute destiny."

Firefox looked directly at Sloan.

Sloan raised his eyebrows.

ten minutes later.

In Firefox's hand, he got a document.

Locke Broughton's.

"he."

Firefox looked at Locke's information, and then, at the textile cloth with Locke's name written on it, as well as the specially decrypted codebook, he almost discovered Hua Dian at once: "Is he the Peerless Assassin?"

"what?"

The repairman looked at the photo, dressed in a casual suit and looked very mature, but in fact Locke, who was only sixteen years old, felt a little ridiculous and laughed: "Firefox, he is only sixteen years old, two years ago, the unparalleled assassin was already Come out, that is to say, if this guy is a Wushuang assassin, then the first time a Wushuang assassin kills is fourteen years old?"

…Right.

Firefox glanced at the repairman, listened to the repairman's answer, and thought about it.

"Also, Wesley died in the New Jersey Waterworks. I checked the phone signal of this Rock Broughton. Today, he has not left in New York City."

"That…"

"have no idea."

The factory manager Sloan's expression was a little unsightly.

The trouble caused by the cross has not yet been resolved, so suddenly another unparalleled assassin appeared?

How to drop.

Using my fraternity as a springboard, ready to use my fraternity as a tool to start in New York City?

at this time.

"Wow wow wow wow!"

"…"

A killer intern and employee who was squeezed for free by Sloan called: "Plant Director, Sergeant George Stacy of the NYPD and Section of the Jersey City Police Department. Sheriff Lun wants to see you."

Sloan looked at Firefox, who was holding Locke's information: "This fate is handed over to you and Wesley's trial."

Firefox nodded.

soon.

Several people left one after another.

after awhile.

Sloan squeezed a smile out of his wrinkled face, got up, and shook hands with Sheriff George Stacy and Sheriff Collen who were brought in. The smile was similar to the polite remarks of a big driver.

The New York Police Department, as the largest police agency in the whole of the federal government, has quite the right to speak.

Let's put it this way.

Don't look at the fact that the FBI can investigate the entire federation. If you just look at the number of employees, the New York Police Department can completely destroy the FBI.

Elsewhere, the FBI can be very condescending.

But in New York City?

The New York Office of the FBI is actually a little transparent. If you want to take a case, it is not whether the FBI wants to take it, but whether the New York Police Department is willing to give it.

As for why George and Sheriff Curran are here, the reason is simple.

The cases overlap.

Yesterday, the identity information of the meat scraps that smashed Locke's car was identified.

Employees of a textile factory.

In the afternoon, the body of the taxi driver was not brought back by the people from the textile factory. After all, after the people from the textile factory found the body of the taxi driver, the body of the taxi driver had been taken back to the Jersey City Police Station.

same.

The identity of the taxi driver is also an employee of a textile factory.

Although for New York, New Jersey across the Manhattan River is a country, but the relationship between George and the cowboy Sheriff Collen, who is also from Texas, is quite good.

This is not...

After Cologne spoke to him this afternoon, George was acutely aware that there seemed to be some inevitable connection between the two. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The textile factory where the two worked had some problems.

Originally, George planned to come over tomorrow, but he thought that he promised his daughter yesterday that he would drive Gwen to Osborn Bio for an interview tomorrow. Column just came over to look for him, so he simply came over to find out the situation.

If there is really a problem, why don't you startle the snake?

What?

dangerous?

hehe.

No one dared to confront the NYPD on New York territory.

The front, not the one in the dark!

Neither can the FBI.

Outside the textile factory.

Locke hugged a Super Magnum in his arms, and looked at the parked police car in the textile factory with the door open.

Good guy.

"I was just about to open Wushuang when my husband came?"

"Nonsence!"

"George is still surfing outside so late, does Helen know?"

Locke was a little speechless.

Just now, in the scope, he just aimed at the employees of the textile factory, and was about to come to surround the corpse to help. As a result, the moment he was about to pull the trigger, a police car came very coquettishly.

Look again.

Huh!

George.

Locke's eyebrows twitched, and he turned on the insurance, so as not to accidentally fire the gun, and accidentally destroy George's soul in the textile factory.

but…

Why are there not many people in this special textile factory?

Locke put down the thermal imaging telescope in his hand, stared at the dozen or so kittens in the textile factory, and raised his eyebrows, feeling somewhat miraculous.

etc.

tomorrow…

Saturday?

…