A Certain Marvel Super Player Chapter 91

"because…"

"From the moment I opened my eyes and saw the world, for me, the world was a big game."

"What's more, it's a stand-alone game!"

"The most important thing is a single-player game that I have never played, but I know how it will end."

"so…"

"I'm wearing glasses!"

"When I wear glasses, the world I see with my eyes is a game, and I without glasses, the world I see with my eyes is life."

"A life I want to try to fit into."

"But…"

With interest, Locke looked at Melinda May, who was dying, looked at himself, and tilted her head as if she was mentally ill: "Why do you have to test me without glasses?"

Melinda May's chest gasped.

Locke's tone was faint: "Trust me, you don't want to face a me who doesn't wear glasses and regards this world as a game."

Melinda May's tone was extremely weak: "We'll catch..."

The words are not over!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Melinda's eyes were wide open, her head was thrown back, and a bullet hole appeared between her eyebrows.

"hehe."

The corners of Locke's mouth rose slightly, and he lowered his head. In his opinion, he re-read the glasses used to seal his complete outburst of players' desire to kill, and slowly got up: "I know you won't let it go, but the reason why I tell you is that In order for you to tell them why while you're waiting for Nick Fury down there, I don't have to say anything."

Isn't it weird that Nick Fury isn't here watching the escort?

This is not surprising at all.

after all.

In the courtroom, Locke watched Nick Fury walking out and made a throat-slashing action. If Nick Fury didn't even have this vigilance, it would be too pitiful.

only…

Locke never thought that Nick Fury had kept Melinda May behind.

Really cheap!

Locke is not talking about Nick Fury, but about this yellow-skinned and white-hearted Melinda.

You are so licking and licking white, that's fine.

lick black?

Not cheap.

The old ancestors regarded Kunlun slaves as things like cattle and horses. You are so good. You treat these cattle and horses as your own parents.

"Ah."

Locke glanced at Melinda May's body, sneered in his heart, and walked off the guard car.

not far away!

"stop!"

"do not move!"

"Raise your hand!"

"Now, now!"

Just took the car from the prison, and the prison guards who rushed over looked like a big enemy. They pointed their pistols, submachine guns, and assault rifles at it as if they were shopping. Even when they got out of the car, they were very organized. Locke on his hem: "One more step and we'll shoot."

Locke looked sideways.

Prison guard.

No wonder.

If it's someone from the New York Police Department, they shouldn't say BB, and they'll shoot directly.

Locke shook his head, ignoring the various weapons aimed at him, and walked towards the edge of destruction on one side.

The prison guards over there were stunned, looking at Locke, who didn't seem to care about them at all and kept giving orders. no.

even…

When Locke jumped directly off the bridge, they didn't react. When they reacted and chased over to the bridge deck to look, the river was calm.

"What about people?"

"Where did he go?"

"Where is the man?"

"Notify the Coast Guard!"

"quick!"

At this time, the number of prison guards who had enough weapons to shoot Locke into a hornet's nest reacted, and then they turned into a mess of flies.

Queens near Rikers Island Jail.

Locke went around in a circle, went ashore, threw the underwater propeller in his hand aside at will, and then directly started to take off his soaked suit.

not far away.

A fat middle-aged white man with sunglasses came over with a brand new suit in his hands and handed it to Locke with glasses.

Soon.

Locke changed his clothes, took the key from the middle-aged man, and walked towards a 90% new car parked on the side of the road: "Please clean up."

The middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly, and after the engine roared behind him, he swallowed a bit of saliva, stretched out his hand, and wiped the sweat that appeared on his forehead.

roared on.

Locke drove with his left hand, took out a headset from the box on the co-pilot with his right, and put it into his ear: "Red Devils, I thought you would let Dumby come to pick me up."

The Red Devil on the other end of the phone laughed: "You are my friend, Dumby, and even more so."

Let Dunby go over?

Except for the Continental Hotel, the Red Devils basically dared not let Dumby meet Locke elsewhere.

reason?

When Locke kills others, the other party needs to be a sinner, but if he kills Xiao Hei, he is too lazy to find one.

but…

Asking a killer to find a reason to kill, thinking about it carefully, it doesn't seem quite right.

The Red Devil shook his head and nodded with a service provider next to him.

next second.

Locke looked at the red dot lit up on the car's central control screen.

The Red Devils said: "The two people you are looking for are already on their way to a private tarmac in New Jersey, you better hurry up, or else..."

"Thanks!"

Locke raised his eyebrows and turned the steering wheel with his left hand. The power of advanced driving skills was fully utilized. It was originally a coupe, but now, there is only one left in Locke's hands to run.

boom!

With a roar, it galloped directly towards the tunnel connecting New Jersey.

At this moment, he had taken off his prison uniform and put on his signature trench coat again. Under the arrangement of the New York SHIELD agents, Nick Fury, who was quickly heading to the plane to the Washington headquarters, rang hurriedly.

"Boss."

Sitting in the co-pilot, he also changed into his clothes, but Phil Coulson, who was detained for so many days, without even taking care of his beard, handed over the phone in his hand: "Commander Hand."

Nick Fury, who watched the windows gallop past the landscape, took over.

connected.

The Aegis combat command center, standing in the hall, looked at the big screen, the helicopter was hovering, and the corpse that was carried out of the bus by the prison guards said in a deep voice: "Agent Melinda May died."

Nick Fury's one-eyed shrinks: "Where?"

"It's only 500 meters away, you can enter Rikers Island Prison, and the door is blocked by the unparalleled assassins."

"…Where's Rock Broughton?"

"In the school."

"Are there any exceptions?"

"no!"

Nick Fury took a deep breath: "Send someone to arrest him and send him to Grave Prison."

I'm here to entertain him myself.

but…

Commander Victoria Hand said directly: "Sorry."

Nick Fury frowned.

"what?"

"You've been fired, Nick."

"…Then what?"

"Director Alexander Pierce, at the request of the Security Council, urgently took over S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Pierce ordered to do everything possible to quell the impact of this matter, and at the same time, no arrests shall be made without any conclusive evidence. In half an hour, I also have to withdraw my agent, this is an order!"

"...you know his true face."

"We have no proof!"

"He killed Morgan Vasey, and Melinda May!"

"I want to ask, why didn't you bring Melinda with you?"

"...She asked for it herself."

"Yes?"

"Sarah? Bitchi!"

Nick Fury cursed angrily and took a deep breath: "I'll catch this guy."

Done.

Nick Fury just hung up the phone.

At this time, the car also slowly drove into an inconspicuous small airport, where a business plane was already in operation.

"Sir."

The two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who usually pretend to be watching the gate, seem to be unaware of the news happening in New York these days. Looking at Nick Fury who rolled down the car window, he was ready to salute excitedly.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Nick Fury, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at the image of the black leather agent's head bursting like a watermelon in front of him, one eye shrank, and he turned his head to look behind him.

A silver roar came.

"Sir!"

"Come on."

"Enemy attack, fire!"

"Thumbs up!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

The dense number of bullets slammed into the speeding car body, and in an instant, the 90% new car body was directly hit with potholes.

"MMP..."

Locke pulled the handbrake, opened the door, and stepped out of the car: "I'll order a bulletproof one when I'm free."

but…

Locke felt that this was probably just talk.

After all, in his hands, there are not five cars that are scrapped, and I am afraid there are nine cars.

Blame the damned cross.

Fake.

If it wasn't for the corpse that fell on the cross and smashed him, would these things happen today?

With a flick of Locke's right hand, a pistol that was not a silver dancer was thrown directly onto his left hand, and then a silver dancer appeared in his right hand.

Get up.

shooting!

"boom!"

A few shots of the gun, in an instant, made the surrounding world quiet for a few minutes.

soon.

When Locke threw the pistol that had no bullets on his left hand, when he walked into the parking lot, he caught his eye and just saw it. On the runway, it seemed that it didn't even have time to close the hatch, and it had already started, ready to taxi on the runway. Airplane, the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Buzz!"

The business jet turned its engine quickly and slowly moved on the runway.

"Boom!"

Locke flicked his right hand, UU read www. With a thud of uukanshu.com, a huge weapon box was directly taken out of the inventory by Locke.

Open.

Inside the weapon box, there is a "Lightning Surface-to-Air Individual Soldier Missile" produced by Stark Industries Supreme!

"Pretty!"

The weapons produced by Stark, not to mention the power, but the appearance, are all worth a hundred thousand dollars.

Locke directly picked up the lightning bolt produced by Stark, opened it, and aimed at the business plane that had been pulled up and prepared to take off quickly.

next second.

Pull the trigger!

boom!

moment.

Fireworks take off! !

Chapter end

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