A Certain Marvel Super Player Chapter 294

Of course.

Locke went on TV and ordered ten-level speech skills, not to outline to everyone what Lorraine Broughton looked like, or even what kind of person he was.

He is right.

And this business, but it just needs Lorraine Broughton to lead it out.

"So……"

On the TV, the Cuban beauty reporter said with a serious expression: "Mr. Broughton, in the attack on Long Island, New York, the other day, the target of the gangster is you, that's right."

Locke nodded: "Yes."

"Then you just said that this gangster is targeting..."

"That's right."

"ica, my mother, Lorraine Broughton's last mission, unfortunately, she died in that mission."

"……Feel sorry."

"Thank you, but I suddenly found out that this doesn't seem to be the case."

"Ok?"

"Because, the person who took the order not only fulfilled my reward, but even gave me some documents later, and in the documents, I know one thing, ica, is not the murderer who killed my mother at all. "

"what?"

"Yes."

in the TV.

Locke said solemnly: "ICA, the International Contract Agency, was secretly established by MI5 in London, and then helped to develop the state with the help of MI6 in London, so my mother didn't die from a killer at all, Or, it wasn't a killer kidnapping me at all."

"There have never been killers, only agents!"

"And it's still mi5, London, MI5!"

George was also shocked.

Not mi6?

but mi5?

good guy.

George was in a trance for a while, so that at the end of the interview, Locke did not hear clearly what Locke said about filing a civil lawsuit in the New York court.

quickly.

The TV show just ended.

Jingle Bell!

The phones of Locke and George were already ringing.

"Hey."

Locke looked at the phone above, smiled, got up, walked towards the second floor, and answered the phone: "Mr. Anonymous."

In Langley, Anonymous, who was already approaching the truth, listened to Agent L's report and said in disbelief, "What are you doing?"

are you crazy.

Can this kind of thing be told in public?

Are the rules still going?

If everyone is so chaotic in the future, how will intelligence work be carried out?

Locke sneered and said: "Mr. Anonymous, I didn't say it. I haven't thought about it yet. I will join you again."

Anonymous said solemnly: "What do you want to do?"

Locke said: "Mr. Anonymous, in your eyes, I look like the kind of character that I won't fight back if someone hits me, I'm fighting back."

"You are playing with fire."

"what."

"You've let the Peerless Assassins mess up London."

"that's not me."

"what?"

Locke walked into Gwen's room, closed the door, and said with a smile: "But that's not me after all, isn't it, and, what's wrong with my prosecution, they can't come anyway, after all, our long-arm jurisdiction is not Everyone agrees, doesn't it?"

The Peerless Assassin is a pleasure to kill.

But the unparalleled assassin also made money.

Am I not making money?

Anonymous's mouth twitched.

If this matter really goes to court, then, London's face is not a question of whether it is swollen or not, but a question of whether it is still there.

After Locke finished speaking, he was slightly taken aback and said thoughtfully: "Why, Mr. Anonymous, are you calling to teach me how to do things?"

Anonymous returned to God: "I just care about you."

Locke smiled slightly: "Thank you, I'm fine!"

Anonymous took a deep breath, hung up the phone, leaned on the chair, and shook his head.

Locke is fine now, but some people are bad.

London.

River Thames.

A thud.

The new Agent 007 James Bond looked at the acting director with an ugly face, and threw the tablet on the table: "ica, this Locke Broughton, is it true?"

He has also more or less bumped into this ica who is stirring up trouble in the world.

But it is one thing to bump into each other, but you know that this group of mysterious organizations that can do anything for the sake of money, since they are inextricably related to them, that is another matter.

Put it this way.

Although it is said that agents are also trained as killers, if you say in front of an agent that he is just a killer, he will definitely be very angry.

Right now, it's more serious.

The agent and the killer are such a family.

What's the difference between this and the mouse and cat who started a happy cohabitation life?

Just taking office, the acting director, who has not yet figured out his mind, opened his mouth.

James Bond showed a grateful smile, got up, and walked towards the door, ignoring the calls of 007 and 007 behind him, and closed the door with a thud.

"007!"

"q!"

In the underground garage, Bond opened his car, looked at Q standing beside the car and said directly: "Go home, it's over."

Isn't it home?

Once there is a court session in New York, no, there is no need for a court session in New York. As long as the information in their hands is taken out and made public, what is the need for MI6 to exist?

In other words, what kind of skin still exists?

Q quickly came up and hugged Bond.

Then.

Q bowed his head and left.

Bond was stunned for a moment, and after closing the door, he took out an item that was just stuffed into him, but it was a pen sleeve.

Mrs. m's pen case.

Bond was stunned for a moment, looked up, and couldn't help but look.

Bond here left unrestrainedly, but the acting director of MI6 was as busy as a can of sardines. He directly called the director of MI5 and was called to Downing Street together.

"Shet!"

"Don't you say that people are still in London and haven't run away?"

"What about people?"

"Didn't you guarantee that the unparalleled assassin is still in the safe house?"

The Prime Minister, who was still thinking about whether he could be re-elected this year, was extremely angry.

That's it.

It's not bad to be re-elected. It's not bad to be impeached and step down directly.

but……

Whether or not he can be re-elected is one thing, but it is another thing if he loses his face.

"Now, you two, who can explain to me, what is ica!!!"

The acting director of MI6 looked directly at the director of MI5, and his eyes signaled: "Your man, why do you explain it!"

The Prime Minister doesn't know it's normal.

After all, when ica was established, it wasn't the prime minister. Besides, it's not good to know so many secrets after changing someone's position in a few years.

Just like the Federal President.

The President of the Federation probably doesn't know if there are aliens in Area 51, and other people, such as those who generally don't change their positions casually every few years, do.

The Prime Minister was furious.

The head of MI5 lowered his head, very aggrieved.

Normally, he doesn't want to say it.

but……

Something has happened, and seeing that Locke is not the kind of empty-mouthed vernacular, he has already carried it once, and ica is sure that no one dares to take the order. As a result, a stunned Qing Wushuang assassin appeared to take the order. .

Then, they just exploded.

Again, MI5 people dare not gamble.

"Fake!"

really.

After listening to the director of MI5 saying that he was not sure what the ica office had lost, the prime minister couldn't help but scolded: "Damn assassin, by the way, that assassin, has the wanted order been issued?"

"Sent out."

"And our allies."

"clear."

The Prime Minister opened his mouth and waved his hand. He couldn't think of anything else that could save face.

the next day.

New York City!

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at the front page of the newspaper that pushed him down.

The Prime Minister of London expressed indignation and threatened to catch the unparalleled assassin!

Ah.

There are too many people who have arrested me. How old are you?

George is all lined up ahead of you.

Locke drank the coffee in his hand, looked at George who came out of the kitchen, and nodded with a smile: "Good morning, George."

George was expressionless.

He worked overtime last night and came back very late. When he came back, he was no longer curious and surprised when he saw Locke in the morning.

"Wow."

Helen was also looking at a mobile phone, watching the news on it, and pulled over Gwen who was coming out of the kitchen: "Gwen, look."

Gwen looked curiously: "In 1993, a cargo plane that went missing while flying over the Pacific Ocean via FedEx Castle was found at 9:10 a.m. yesterday, and spent alone on the island. The cargo **** at that time for twelve years?"

good guy.

Express delivery.

goods?

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Gwen flicked his ponytail: "Wow, Locke, look, he has been on the island alone for twelve years, but he didn't open the courier that needs to be delivered by him, and, for the past twelve years, he has kept this Those couriers are so romantic."

Locke looked at Gwen, who was holding Helen's phone and ran in front of him, letting him watch the news, smiled, and pointed to the watch: "Gwen, time."

A person guarding a broken courier for 12 years, is this called romance?

At most news.

Locke saw this news yesterday, but it didn't happen again. Anyway, there was definitely no courier from him in the courier that had been missing for 12 years.

In that case, why is he paying attention to this thing?

Soon ~www.mtlnovel.com~ out of the apartment.

Locke walked ahead, unlocked his car, and then, watching a black SUV driving by not far away, squinted his eyes, pulled Gwen, and stood behind him.

Six senses did not warn.

But there is no doubt that the comers are not good.

without him.

Because, on the car that followed, it was not the Union flag, but the Great Union flag.

At this time, bring Ying to the door?

Is there a good thing?

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