A Certain Marvel Super Player Chapter 338

On one side is a beautiful woman.

On one side is an old witch who has lived for more than two hundred years.

In the evening, who to accompany, this is not a multiple-choice question at all, but a sub-question.

Locke turned the conversation and said a word to Carrie. Then, he casually sat on the chair over there, looked at Nan, and walked over to Gwen, who was listening carefully like in class.

Nan sat opposite Gwen.

The baby's fat face, full of innocent eyes, really looked at Gwen.

Because he has a pure soul, he has the talent of telepathy to stare at Gwen, his expression is somewhat magical.

after awhile.

After trying several times, Nan finally shook his head: "I can't perceive your thoughts."

Gwen blinked.

"what?"

"There seems to be a barrier in your mind, preventing my entry."

Hearing these words, Zooey looked at Gwen: "Are you not an ordinary person?"

Madison glanced at Locke who was approaching, and after listening to Zooey's words, she also looked at Gwen curiously.

Gwen opened his mouth: "I'm sure my grandparents were ordinary people, and there were no witches in their ancestors."

"Then how could this be?"

"Magic."

Zooey and Nan looked at each other.

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then thought of something, and looked at Nan: "Could it be because I learned defensive psychology?"

This time, it was Locke's turn to raise his eyebrows.

Nan thought for a while: "It's possible."

After all, their power comes from the Salem dimension. Now the Salem dimension has fallen asleep. Naturally, the power of many witches' skills has been greatly reduced.

Just like this mental perception, Nan can perceive the thoughts of passers-by on the side of the road, because those passers-by have no defenses, but if it is to perceive a person who is on guard, naturally, it is very difficult.

"Psychological defense?"

After returning to the hotel, Locke and Gwen went back to the room and looked at Gwen curiously: "Is there a branch of psychology?"

Gwen took off his scarf and smiled, "Do you remember Ms. Cahill?"

"The police department's medical experts, negotiation experts and psychology experts?" Maureen Cahill, another person who was used by the New York Police Department as three people, but only paid one cent.

so……

Maureen Cahill simply chose to resign, and then moved to the Los Angeles Police Department.

Gwen hummed: "This is what Ms. Cahill taught me the week she resigned, saying yes, if I learn this, no one can steal anything from my thoughts or dreams."

"...Pirate dreams?"

"Yes, what did Ms. Cahill say."

Gwen shrugged and took off the pink down jacket: "Cahill asked me to train my own psychological and dream guards. I have to say, it feels amazing."

Locke laughed.

Ok.

I didn't see it, that Maureen Cahill was still a dream thief...

Not right.

Those who sneak into other people's dreams are called dream thieves, and those who protect other people's dreams are called?

Locke thought in his heart, there was no way, that movie was too brain-burning, and it was not suitable for Locke, who always liked simple and rough, so Locke didn't watch it carefully.

But this is a good thing.

Maureen Cahill didn't make Gwen a dream thief, but made Gwen practice the skills to resist the thief. No matter from which point of view, it was all beneficial and harmless.

so……

Locke stepped forward, hugged Gwen, who took off his down jacket and showed off his figure in a tight-fitting sweater. He smiled and said, "Darling, go to bed."

He was very curious, Gwen, how long did the durability increase.

the next day.

The breakfast buffet at the Hilton Hotel.

Mr. Anonymous crossed his legs: "It's nice to be young."

Sitting across from him, he rubbed his small waist. He felt that he might have used too much force last night, or because of a long-term mechanical action, Locke, who had a slightly sore waist, looked up at Anonymous: "What do you want to say?"

Mr. Anonymous smiled and said, "Remind you, you are very young now."

Locke glanced suspiciously at Anonymous, then thought of something, shook his head uncontrollably, and drank the coffee in his hand: "Do you have nothing to do today, for example, interrogate the Dolan Church and see if they have anything to do? What kind of secret base where witches are held?"

"They ran away."

"……what?"

Locke looked up at Anonymous: "Are you kidding me?"

Ran?

Anonymous shook his head: "No, rumors have leaked from SHIELD. When Nash and Yegorova led the team to arrest them, they were no longer in the hotel."

Locke couldn't help laughing.

However, this reason seems to have been said in the past. After all, S.H.I.E.L.D., per capita ghosts, no, it should be the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Anonymous said: "When Hill came over, he said that the thirty-sixth generation Pastor Dolan had called, and Hill directly told him to get out. Maybe he was alerted by the old guy."

how to say?

Anonymous felt that Hill did this on purpose.

Give him the addresses of these people first, as a favor for him, and then let Hill come to him and meet the witches together.

Then……

He quietly tipped off the news in the back, so that the anonymous person fluttered in the air. After that, in the dark warehouse, in the back, he wiped out the Dolanists and gave them to the witches.

The agent's heart was very dirty.

Especially from S.H.I.E.L.D., even the dirty ones can be opened for dyeing workshops.

but……

He has no evidence

Locke nodded, looked at Anonymous, a little curious: "Then you still have time, come to me."

Anonymous said: "I can run away from people, but I can't run away from the church. I looked for a relationship. The FBI has launched investigations into Dolan churches all over the world at this moment. Once they find anything illegal, they will directly arrest people."

As for the dozen or so people who ran away?

Ah.

Where can you go? Besides, if someone runs away, Lao Tzu takes your house, the same is true.

Locke sipped his coffee and gave Anonymous a thumbs up.

"Domineering."

"Not overbearing, why are we called cia?"

"……Right."

Locke looked at the undisguised Anonymous and gave a speechless smile.

at this time.

The elevator in the restaurant opens.

After making up for less than an hour, I felt that Gwen walked out of the elevator with Carrie in high spirits. Then, Gwen, who was going to walk towards Locke, saw Anonymous sitting opposite Locke and pulled Carrie directly. Go early to choose.

Anonymous glanced at Gwen and looked at Locke: "Your girlfriend knows that you joined Cia, so she didn't accuse you of hiding her."

Locke sipped his coffee: "Mr. Anonymous, who said I was hiding it from her?"

Anonymous was slightly taken aback and looked at Locke.

Locke's expression was calm.

The next second.

Anonymous took out his sunglasses from his arms and put them on: "Okay, I'm leaving, everyone else is the boss talking, the younger brother runs and breaks his leg, it's my place, and the other way around, shouldn't you be the boss, I'm the only one? Brother."

Locke looked at Anonymous who got up and made fun of him, and the corners of his mouth rose: "You can be called, Old Anonymous, I don't mind!"

Speaking of...

Anonymous seems to have a little anonymous in the future.

Then another old anonymous, why not?

but.

"I mind!"

Anonymous said a little speechlessly, he just made fun of it a little bit, and as a result, Locke directly climbed up and became his boss.

"gone."

"Walk slowly."

Port of New Orleans!

"Crack!"

"do not move!"

"dhs!"

"lay down your weapon!"

A thud.

A warehouse in the port was opened directly from the outside. Then, before the descendants of the Crusaders who had just been transferred here for less than five hours reacted, they just grabbed their own magic weapon and saw it. On his body, dense red dots dotted.

The descendants of the Crusaders raised their heads.

Into the eye.

They have been surrounded.

"who are you."

This time, the leader of the descendants of the Crusaders, who was feeling bad for the year, raised his hands and looked at the law enforcement officers armed to the teeth in front of him: "We didn't do anything illegal."

"I know."

Hawkeye Patton, holding his compound bow, walked over from behind and looked at the captain of the descendant of the Crusaders: "We don't need evidence either."

Finished.

Hawkeye Barton waved his hand: "Take it away!"

The descendants of the Crusaders were a little commotion, but, no matter how much commotion, they couldn't be suppressed by genuine weapons. Soon, the SHIELD agents disguised as the Homeland Security Bureau easily gave these twelve descendants of the Crusaders. Overwhelmed.

"twelve?"

Hawkeye Patton walked to the back of the armored vehicle and looked at the captain of the crusaders who was handcuffed: "I remember that there were fourteen people when you came here, and there are two more people, who came from Portland. The two of you are from Dolan Church, right?"

Speaking of which, Hawkeye Barton always thought that the Dolan Church was dealing with dark witches.

but……

Good guy.

The captain of the descendants of the Crusaders glanced blankly at Hawk-Eyed Patton, but did not speak.

Seeing this, Barton didn't speak either, waved his hand, and called Maria Hill directly.

"I'm Hill."

"Director, all twelve people who came from New York have been caught."

"What about the two in Portland?"

"disappeared."

"...They went back."

"what?"

Hill looked at the facial recognition program he just took out, and the passenger information on the last flight to Portland at midnight, and said directly: "Let the Portland branch take over this matter, Patton, will Bring someone over there."

Hawkeye Barton ~www.mtlnovel.com~ nodded.

Hill hung up the phone.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Yes.

In fact, as Anonymous had guessed, she was the one who told Anonymous the hotel information, but Hill did not admit to tipping off.

She just prepared more.

After she let that Dolan sixty-three pastor get out of the way.

Chapter end

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