A Certain Marvel Super Player

What the hell?

Tomorrow morning action?

He does not mean that!

Hearing Gwen's words, Locke couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Running to the court at this time?

If George wants to apply for a search warrant, it is not impossible during the day.

I didn't go during the day and only went at night. It must be to hide people's eyes and ears and maintain a certain degree of confidentiality, so I chose to go at night.

Then here comes the problem.

Who, how can He De He Neng?

Locke definitely didn't deserve this kind of treatment. After all, he was just a handsome sixteen-year-old boy who was harmless to humans and animals.

Again.

It is also impossible for Locke to find any prohibited items here.

Uh…

Alcohol is definitely impossible to count.

It's mysterious and mysterious, and it's definitely impossible to specifically come to trouble him that he can't drink under the age of 21.

Again.

Even if he is caught, it would be trouble to find a guardian. Unfortunately, Locke's guardian is Locke himself.

so…

Then there is only one person or organization that is eligible to enjoy this treatment.

Textile factory!

...Your mother!

Locke raised his eyebrows. If the New York Police Department passed by tomorrow, wouldn't they just collide?

the most important is…

Good guy!

The cross robs me of my head, and I have to sacrifice my life as compensation. George, you are very polite. Why don't you think about Mao and run out to rob my head?

Not right.

Locke was taken aback.

George shouldn't be there to steal people's heads, he just ran over to give them away.

Locke was a little speechless.

Although yesterday, regardless of being the first butcher, or the Firefox or the cross last night, in front of Locke, like a stinky brother, he has no ability to fight back.

But don't think they are really good.

That's because Locke is open.

Even the kryptonite players can’t beat the open players. A few poor players who don’t have kryptonite can survive a few meetings in the hands of the kryptonite players. Wasn’t that a neat KO?

But George, or rather, is the NYPD a gamer?

Certainly not.

Even if the Brotherhood is a so-called poor player, then the New York Police Department, in this game, is a complete cloud player. I don't even know the name of this game, so I will point the rivers and lakes there. .

The Brotherhood is a stinky brother in front of Locke.

same.

Once the NYPD hits the fraternity, then the NYPD will be the stinky brother.

George is going to die!

Locke raised his head, not knowing what to say.

However, Locke could have guessed why George wanted to search the Brotherhood.

It must be that Firefox's identity was finally found out.

Three or four of the deceased in a row were related to the textile factory. Even when Firefox took Wesley out, George should have seen the picture of the fiery red sports car leaving the textile factory.

And now what?

The unparalleled assassins cannot be chased, but the textile factory that is inextricably linked to the deceased is standing there. Is your textile factory clean?

Locke could almost predict that once George went to the textile factory tomorrow morning, Locke didn't know whether the textile factory would be captured, but George would definitely hit GG.

The most important thing is that although he didn't counsel the NYPD, when he didn't like to work, a third party came out, and even that third party shouted to join the game.

"Fuck!"

Locke was a little speechless: "If I knew yesterday, I should have shot George directly and let him lie down in the hospital to recuperate, and let him come out and feed me mushrooms."

Although he shot George yesterday, it may bring some trouble in the future.

But in any case, it will be lighter than the big trouble tomorrow.

no.

There must be a way.

Locke's eyes flickered, thinking in his heart.

Whether George dies or not, Locke doesn't care at all, life and death are destiny, wealth is in the sky, when the monarch of **** Mephisto wants to accept people, Locke can't stop it if he wants to.

At least not right now.

Locke knew Mephisto, but they didn't know him.

George can die, but not tomorrow.

After all, Locke and Gwen are friends, and they ate two meals with Helen. Even, George even asked him to shoot next weekend. Locke is a good person who keeps his promises. Similarly, he also hopes that others will keep their promises and don't let them go. his pigeons.

Think of a way?

The reason why George wanted to search the textile factory was to save himself. If he didn't give New York City or the mayor an explanation, then the mayor and the New York Police Department would take George as an explanation.

at this time.

Locke's eyes fell on a key he put on the table.

The underground garage, the key to that Audi R8!

Locke raised an eyebrow.

no!

Locke seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly darkened.

He just got his license plate. It is true that 24 hours have passed in the car, but it has not passed 72 hours. Netizens know that the time to rescue the hostages is golden 72 hours, not to mention What about the car.

Again.

The insurance company has already paid for it twice, so I can't just grab a sheep and lick it hard.

But if you want George to let go of the textile factory tomorrow and transfer the target, it seems that the unparalleled assassin really has to go out.

even…

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Locke looked at the time on the computer, it was already twelve o'clock.

The next second.

With a flick of his right hand, Locke took out the sunglasses from the inventory and put them on.

It's getting late, so it's time to prepare.

otherwise…

The day lily is going to get cold.

Six o'clock.

When the first ray of sun in the morning hit New York City, Sheriff George Stacy, who was resting against a locker at the NYPD headquarters, opened his eyes abruptly: "Action!"

"Yes!"

"clear!"

"Dress!"

"Notify the Secret Service."

"Okay, boss."

Following George's order, the police officers in the lounge opened their eyes one by one, stood up, and took out the NYPD-printed body armor from the cabinet.

The speed of dressing is very fast.

Almost within a minute, with the sound of various clacking sounds, many police officers, including George and Kate, were ready.

at this time.

George just took out the wanted notice, just when he was about to announce the target of the action.

Jingle Bell!

The rapid ringing of the phone broke the tension.

George frowned slightly, a little displeased, but the next second, he realized that the ringtone was from his cell phone.

"Gwen, I now..."

Before George's words were finished, Gwen's nervous voice came over the phone.

"Dad, Locke called just now and said that the car thief stole his car again, and it seems that Locke has also been discovered. He kidnapped Locke!"

"…"