A Certain Marvel Super Player

"I'm sorry."

"fine."

In Gwen's room, Gwen looked at Locke who was about to come back to pick up the bag and then leave, spread out his hands, and explained with a sigh, "My father is fine with everything, but he is too impulsive and has a strong sense of justice. No matter what kind of case, as long as it falls in his hands, he will rush to the front, you don't know how worried my mother and I are."

Gwen and Helen, I hope this time I can teach George a lesson!

That is, if George was not facing crime hunters last night, but other serial killers or other terrorists, what would happen to a police officer who went straight up without body armor or even support .

Just go to the memorial wall of the New York Police Department and see it.

Much is.

It's not that Helen and Gwen are on the side of the sin hunters, they're speaking with facts.

Locke smiled, took the casual suit jacket on Gwen's coat rack, and put it on: "Because of police officers like Mr. Stacy, we can enjoy a safe life, right? Mr. Stacy is a Admirable man."

but…

Admiration comes from admiration, but Gwen and Helen wanted to make George change his character through this matter. Locke felt that it was impossible.

There are thousands of successful people of all shapes and sizes. They may have different personalities, but they all have one common character.

insist!

Like Locke.

In his assassination career, Locke also guaranteed the success rate of every assassination. He never missed a single run or missed one.

So did George.

The cases handed over to George all ended in closure.

Let's put it this way.

An old sheriff who has been in New York for more than ten years, if he does not have a few unsolved cases that he has handled, it is unlikely.

But George is different, all cases are closed, no unsolved cases.

From this point of view, George seemed to be right when he looked at Locke and said, "I know we are a kind of people".

He and George are indeed the same kind of people, but they chose different paths.

"correct."

Watching Gwen put on his coat, he handed Locke's backpack over: "What are your plans for tomorrow?"

Locke said, "Go to the DMV."

The personalized license he applied for came down. In fact, it came down on the day he bought the car. But, before he went to the municipality, the car was already scrapped.

And twice.

Tomorrow is Sunday, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Locke is confident.

Gwen's eyes lit up: "Exactly, let's go together."

Locke looked at Gwen.

Gwen smiled and said, "My driver's license is fine. I was going to let my dad take it home, but..."

It is estimated that George will not have time to go.

Locke nodded: "Okay, then you plan to give it to me tomorrow, and I'll pick you up."

As classmates, we should help each other.

not to mention.

Locke also ate Helen's meal twice.

but…

Just when Locke was about to go out, George, who had just been lying down for a while, also walked down the stairs and looked at Locke: "Are you going back?"

I want to stay overnight, are you sure?

Locke nodded: "Yes, Mr. Stacy, you are..."

George put on his coat: "The bureau report is out, just in time, drop me off on the way and have a drink, don't mind."

Locke shrugged, "Of course not."

Immediately, Locke said good night to Gwen and Helen, and then went out with George.

A silver Audi R8, driving at sixty mph, refuses any speeding ticket.

Locke was driving, and George in the co-pilot seemed to be on the phone with someone in the bureau.

Firefox's identity was found out?

so fast.

At this time, shouldn't the textile mills be busy wiping their butts, refusing to look at them one after another?

Locke thought so in his heart.

"Locke."

After George hung up the phone, he looked at the scenery outside the window and said casually, "Do you like to play with guns?"

Locke glanced at George: "Of course I like it, firearms, men should like it."

George nodded: "Have you played?"

Locke said, "When I was in Texas, I hunted and played."

George laughed: "Next weekend, shall we go to the shooting range?"

Locke looked at George: "Really, that's great, thank you, Mr. Stacey."

The words fell.

The New York Police Department also arrived.

"Then it's settled."

After George got out of the car, before closing the door, he said to Locke, "You and I, don't tell Gwen and Helen, this is an agreement between men."

Locke nodded: "I will keep my promise."

after awhile.

Locke drove back on the road.

Did George find anything?

Locke raised his right hand and looked at it. It was very smooth, very much in line with what a 16-year-old boy should have, not the calloused right hand that was proficient in "spear throwing".

His shooting was directly added with points.

A real sharpshooter needs a lot of bullets to feed.

But Locke doesn't need to...

dark blue…

Bah!

Upgrade it and get it right.

It's completely nonsense to try to judge Locke's occupation based on his physical features.

So George told him to go to the shooting range for what?

Locke thought of a possibility, then he couldn't help but smiled and shook his head.

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After Locke got Gwen's call, he took Gwen to the vehicle management office in New York.

after awhile.

After Gwen got his driver's license, Locke also got his own license plate number from the staff.

Locke grabbed the tool, squatted in front of his vehicle, and fixed the license plate on this hard-earned Audi R8.

License plate number.

LKNB!

Gwen looked at it for a while, and couldn't turn around: "Is this the abbreviation of some word?"

Locke nodded: "Of course."

Gwen blinked and quickly flipped through his vocabulary, trying to find out what abbreviations these four letters were.

but…

Got nothing.

Locke looked at Gwen's expression and smiled.

LKNB!

Locke cheating!

Straight to the point, it's clear at a glance.

Gwen thought for a while, put down his thoughts temporarily, and congratulated Locke: "Congratulations, I finally got the card, this time, it shouldn't be turned into a scrap car, after all, it's been 24 hours now. ."

The first car, less than ten hours later, a body fell from the sky, smashed on the car, and was scrapped in an instant!

The second car, which seemed to be less than eight hours old, fell to the ground in a hail of bullets and exploded, instantly scrapping.

This is the third car.

And finally persisted for twenty-four hours.

Locke glanced at the time on the watch, and he was relieved: "Yes, it's not easy, I finally survived the golden twenty-four hours."

Gwen covered her mouth and wanted to laugh: "Then you have to cherish it."

Locke nodded: "I will."

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