A Certain Marvel Super Player

A bang shot.

When Locke took Gwen, the last one to their hunting range, George over there was already laughing, and hurried forward a few steps, pulling a beaten one without even having a head. The hare said to Hank, "Haha, a good start."

talking.

George watched Locke, who had turned off the engine and got off the motorcycle, intentionally or unintentionally.

Look!

This time, I definitely won't be in the Air Force.

Locke smiled: "Great, Mr. Stacey."

George at home, Mr. outside.

Locke has always been very polite.

Gwen took off his helmet, stroked his hair, and looked at the **** hare in George's hands: "Dad, the rabbits are pitiful, we are here to hunt wild boars, and, you are sure It was a sneak attack on this poor hare, and I don't think it's good."

George opened his mouth.

Hank lowered his head, he wanted to laugh.

Irene pressed her bullet into the pistol, as if she was distracting herself.

"Nice job!"

Locke secretly said something in his heart, and then smiled at George: "Mr. Stacy, I think you did a great job, um."

George looked at Locke and fell silent.

next second.

With a snap.

George threw the **** hare on the ground, and with a click, he loaded the Remington 870 again, and turned around: "Where's the wild boar?"

He's going to kill every wild boar he sees!

Hank couldn't help laughing when he looked at George's murderous back. This is a stage that every old father with a daughter must go through.

It's not bad.

Mine is my son.

Although the son didn't study countless times, and even had some drug addiction problems, but that was also a boy's paper. Boys' paper, at most, kill him at most. Unlike a daughter, after finding a boyfriend, it belongs to her boyfriend's family.

wrong.

Hank glanced at Erin, the adopted daughter, also daughter's.

Irene looked up, looked at Hank with a confused expression, and then cast her eyes on inquiry: "Aren't we going to fight?"

Hank came back to his senses and followed in George's footsteps.

"Let's go!"

Locke directly lifted the backpack on the car, grabbed the Remington 770 in one hand, and then Gwen in the other, and followed the three people walking in front.

George and Hank lead the way.

Erin followed.

Locke and Gwen followed.

In this case, there is no need for Locke to open the way. Although Locke can know that there is a wild boar breathing in a deep pit about 100 meters on the left, but he did not remind it.

It was his first time to hunt, and it was not bad to be in the limelight, but it did not conform to the scientific setting.

Moreover.

Being low-key has always been Locke's aim.

but……

When choosing to continue up the mountain or move forward, Locke and Gwen and George parted ways.

After all, being a low-key person does not mean pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Locke never likes to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Locke has a sentence behind his purpose of being a low-key person.

Do something high-profile!

Being a low-key person and doing things in a high-profile manner is the purpose of Locke's behavior.

He is holding a Remington 770, a sniper rifle, not a shotgun, followed by two shotguns and a close-range wild boar with a Desert Eagle?

It is estimated that as soon as he took aim, three people can shoot in full swing.

Especially George, an excellent shooter from the New York Police Department, that guy, even a shotgun, is estimated to be able to shoot a second.

but……

Hank looked up, looked at their right side, and started to board, and Locke and Gwen, who were about to mount the gun on the small platform, said to George next to him a little uneasy: "You future girl..."

George snorted and looked at his old friend.

Hank was stunned for a moment, then changed his words: "How about Locke's marksmanship?"

Don't come, the wild boar didn't hit, hit something else.

"Do not worry."

George said directly: "His marksmanship, I guess, is almost the same as that of you and me. If he hadn't shown the sniper marksmanship last time, would I have let him take a sniper rifle?"

Or put a gun on their head.

What if this guy can't think of it and wants to replace Gwen with a husband who treats him better?

etc!

George was suddenly taken aback.

It seems, like, this time, it seems that Gwen is going to go into the mountain. If Gwen doesn't come in, he will leave the wild boar with a gun on it alone?

George quickly shook his head.

No, that wild boar, I have to admit, is still pretty and polite, and polite, not like the unparalleled assassin, ferocious, without any human form, just an extrajudicial madman.

hateful.

Sooner or later I will bring you to justice.

In the past few months, the Wushuang Assassin seems to have disappeared even more, which really made George feel uncomfortable, as if he lost his goal, he sat in the office every day, looking at the few materials of the Wushuang Assassin over and over again.

at this time.

"呲呲..."

George and Hank and Erin's walkie-talkie rang.

It's Gwen's.

Gwen held the walkie-talkie in one hand and the telescope in the other: "Dad, at ten o'clock, about 300 meters away, there is a wild boar digging soil over there."

George came back to his senses and smiled.

Sure enough, the daughter still loves her father. If only Locke came here alone, I am afraid that this wild boar would shoot without saying anything.

but……

Gwen said the next second: "Dad, don't move, let Locke shoot."

George: "..."

Gwen took out his headphones, put them on for himself, and looked at Locke: "Come on, Locke!"

Even Locke, who is some distance away from George, can feel the sharp eyes shot from George's eyes at this moment, enough to shoot him into a hornet's nest.

but.

Locke looked at Gwen, who had a look of anticipation and hope that he would show off his power and get a good start, and shrugged.

gun.

aim.

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"boom!"

Locke's shoulder moved slightly, pressing the gun steadily. At the moment when the trigger was pulled, a flame instantly appeared at the muzzle of the gun. Then, it swept through the space at an extremely fast speed and directly hit the wild boar that was digging soil with its head down. head on.

The boar seemed to notice something.

look up.

next second.

A Winchester bounced, like wearing tofu, and slammed into the wild boar's right head, then came out of the left head, and finally hit the ground.

The wild boar, of course, fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ah, great!"

Gwen looked at the wild boar in the binoculars, who fell to the ground with the sound of the gunshot, and said excitedly, then grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Dad, down, Daddy, down."

Hank and Erin looked at each other.

George was silent for a while: "Your father, he hasn't fallen yet."

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then smiled embarrassedly: "Dad, I mean that the wild boar fell, and Locke hit it."

after awhile.

The three of George walked up to the poor wild boar.

Hank squatted down, looked at the muzzle of the gun, and looked at George next to him: "Is this what you mean by excellent marksmanship?"

The entire wild boar's head was not seriously damaged.

Even the bullet embedded in the soil is still relatively complete.

Fast forward fast.

This is no longer a question of whether the marksmanship is superb or not.

This is the sharpshooter.

A natural sniper.

Hank looked at George curiously: "The reason why you haven't let him disappear until now is that you are thinking of pulling him into the special service team of your New York Police Department."

The reason I didn't let him disappear is because Helen wouldn't let him.

George answered Hank's question in his heart, and then looked at Hank: "Yale called my house a few days ago to ask if Gwen has any intention to study at Yale."

Hank frowned: "You mean, your daughter can go to Yale?"

George shook his head: "No, I mean, Locke's grades can go to Yale if he wants to."

Hank got it.

Then……

Sour!

"You are so lucky."

"good luck?"

The corners of George's mouth twitched, but he hoped that Locke was ignorant and even addicted to drugs. At least, if that was the case, Helen would directly drive Locke away.

but……

This wild boar is so polite. Although he seems to be addicted to alcohol, alcohol addiction is better than drug addiction. Besides, drinking can cost a few dollars.

wrong.

With that guy's financial resources, it seems that even if he is addicted to drugs, his financial resources can support him for a long time.

and rich.

And polite.

The academic performance is good, and it is estimated that he and Gwen can go to school together and graduate together.

This sucks.

In fact, George felt that if it was true as the Homeland Security Agency said, even if Locke had a lost connection with the unparalleled assassin, George would not let him approach Gwen.

But this is obviously not true, it is purely conjecture.

George got up, located the coordinates of the wild boar, then turned around, took off the walkie-talkie, turned it on, and said in a light tone, "Nice job."

Gwen showed a bright smile and looked at Locke: "You are awesome."

Locke also smiled.

see it.

Gwen was very happy for him.

That being the case...

Locke got up, took off the magazine, put away the support frame, and pointed to the front: "Let's go, let's go over there~www.wuxiamtl.com~ There seems to be a lot of wild boars there.

It should be a small flat, the gathering area.

"Be careful."

"good."

Locke helped Gwen to walk on top, and below, there were three people, George, Hank, and Erin.

Stop and go, helping to set up guns to protect Locke and Gwen, who were hunted by a few lonely wild boars, on a platform and set up their guns.

Spare a big circle, it was in a small lake, the river there, and then soaked in the mud bath, a full seven or eight wild boar families of different sizes appeared in sight.

A gust of breeze blew past, bringing the breath over there.

Just laying down, Locke raised his eyebrows.

...