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, hopefully this time will 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 take a look at the NYPD Memorial Wall.

Much is.

It's not that Helen and Gwen are on the side of the sin hunters, it's speaking the truth.

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 is admiration, but Gwen and Helen want to make George change his character through this matter, Locke feels, that is impossible.

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

persist in!

Like Locke.

In his assassination career, Locke also guaranteed the success rate of every assassination. He received orders without a single run or missed order.

So does George.

The cases handed over to George all ended in closure.

Put it this way.

The 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 have chosen different paths.

"correct."

Gwen looked at putting on his coat and 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 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: "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 as Locke was about to go out, George, who had just lay 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 jacket: "The bureau report is out, just in time, drop me off on the way, and drink, don't mind."

Locke shrugged: "Of course not."

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

Silver Audi R8, driving at 60 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 has been 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.

"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, firearms, men should all 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 fall.

The NYPD 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 sixteen-year-old boy should have, rather than the calloused right hand that was proficient in "spear throwing".

His shooting was directly added with points.

A true sharpshooter, needs a lot of bullets to feed.

But Locke doesn't need...

dark blue...

Pooh!

Just upgrade and get it right.

It is completely nonsense to try to judge Locke's career or something by looking at Locke's physical features.

So George told him to go to the shooting range?

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

the next day.

After Locke waited for 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 the hard-earned Audi R8.

License plate number.

LKNB!

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

Locke nodded: "Of course."

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

but……

Got nothing.

Locke looked at Gwen's expression and smiled.

LKNB!

Locke cheats!

Straight to the point, 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, the 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, and it was scrapped in an instant.

This is the third car.

And finally persisted for twenty-four hours.

Locke glanced at the time on the watch and breathed a sigh of relief: "Yeah, 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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