A Certain Marvel Super Player

In the afternoon, Locke went to the Osborne Industrial Building and received Gwen from get off work.

Once Gwen got in the car, he found the photo that Kem had sent her in the morning.

Still a series of pictures.

Scratched.

Directly take Locke and Miller from walking across the road, get on the car, and call the photo one frame at a time. If you blink to fill the frame, you will find that this is a special video.

Locke took a breath of cold air.

very good.

It's not as simple as bagging a plane and going to her auction.

Row!

Tomorrow's summer, if you don't go to bullying, the old man will personally go on the stage, help you, and then sell you to the Albanian gangsters in person.

Locke thought so.

Start the car.

"Mrs. Miller Shelton, the appraiser with a good explanation you mentioned when we went to the History Museum a few times before."

"I know."

Gwen took back the phone and said with a smile: "The day before yesterday, Pepper invited me to lunch, and when we went to the mall, we happened to meet Mrs. Miller Hilton. Stark Industries is the main donor of the History Museum. one."

Locke smiled: "Really?"

Gwen nodded, and then said curiously, "But, Locke, how did you know Mrs. Miller Shelton?"

Locke said: "I was bored to go shopping yesterday afternoon, and it happened to be Mrs. Miller Shelton giving a speech. By the way, do you remember the inspector who came to me that day?"

Gwen hummed.

Locke immediately, just this morning, saw that Nick Reese and Miller Shelton were together and said, and then shrugged: "I always feel that the ground inspector is a little careful, and it seems that Mrs. Miller Shelton was also threatened by him, so I came forward."

Gwen was slightly surprised: "Why did he seek Mrs. Miller Shelton?"

Locke shook his head: "Who knows."

He knew, but couldn't tell.

However, after a few days, it should be fine.

at the moment?

The two Winnie the Pooh dolls are probably still going through the prison process. Maybe they haven't been cleaned yet. At this time, the guy with a bad mind can't be called. He can only call the mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole. The mussels compete for the fisherman's profit.

Just wait two days.

Locke thought so in his heart, and then changed the subject and said: "Okay, let's not talk about them, how was your day today, has your experiment progressed?"

"Always stuck at that step."

Gwen sighed, although she is not full-time, she also knows how much work Dr. Connors and other colleagues have put into this since this year: "However, Dr. Connors said that sometimes, The experiment is like this, don't be discouraged, as long as you pass this level, all the problems will not be problems."

Locke smiled: "Come on."

Gwen smiled slightly. "So, where are we going to eat?"

"go home."

"what?"

Locke pointed to the trunk: "When Helen said to call you just now, she didn't get through, and then asked me if I had any arrangements with you at night, I said no, just as Helen said that there was something missing at home, and asked me if I could Bring it back when the time comes, so go home."

Gwen took the phone again and blinked: "No, Mom didn't miss the call."

at this time.

The operator's wrong call reminder, although it is late, it arrives.

Gwen rolled his eyes: "Damn New York Newsletter, change him sooner or later."

Locke laughed.

When I returned to Gwen's apartment, it happened that George was back at this time.

Locke looked at George in a white shirt from the police car, pulled the things Helen explained to buy, greeted George, entered the elevator together, and said with a smile, "Mr. Stacy, I found the whereabouts of the unparalleled assassin today. ?"

Standing in front, George raised his head slightly, turned his head, and glanced at half a body behind him. Maybe others looked gentlemanly, but he looked like Locke who couldn't open any pot, turned his head again, and walked out of the elevator. :"no."

Damn unparalleled assassin.

When George thinks of his life-long enemy, his teeth itch, and sometimes he even curses. There are so many sinners in New York City, how long do you have to rest and work?

Locke smiled as he watched George walk out of the elevator without saying a word.

Gwen, who was next to him, lifted Tilok's shoes with his shoes, and then looked helpless. After all, his boyfriend and his father seemed to be the same as his father and grandfather, which made Gwen a little embarrassed.

Locke said it was George first.

When he was driving to Osborn Bio in the afternoon, at the intersection, he clearly felt that several traffic policemen even took out binoculars to look at him after seeing his license plate.

no doubt.

This must be the instruction of Deputy Superintendent George of the New York Police Department. In order to suppress his son-in-law, he knows how to use his own energy.

duck's.

You can get the current status from a police detective, Locke thinks, his credit is undoubtedly in the C position, or that sentence, without him, George can get the roster of the textile factory, without him, George still Can you make a deal with S.H.I.E.L.D. alive?

no doubt.

Locke felt that his kindness was exchanged for a wolf-hearted heart.

This makes Locke very sad.

back home.

Locke and Gwen each carried a bag, and brought the purchased items to the living room. Helen, who was at home, rummaged through and found a bottle of cooking red wine, and looked at Locke: "It's great, I'm afraid you can't remember the brand. , I was wondering if I should talk to you."

Locke said: "This is basically my second home. How could I forget what brand of things I use at home."

He doesn't forget because his memory palace doesn't allow him to be so shrewd.

Helen is also very clear about Locke's memory method, but Locke's answer is obviously the answer she likes the most, pointing to the sofa: "Okay, you and Gwen go back to the room to play for a while, George, come and cut the vegetables for me."

George, who had just taken off his coat and was about to take a sip of home wine, raised his head and looked at Helen, who walked into the kitchen in a hurry, and then blinked.

Locke walked over and took the wine glass just raised in George's hand with a smile: "Mr. Stacy, let me help you drink it, otherwise, it won't taste good after a long time."

George looked at Locke, who had a bright smile, and his eyebrows jumped.

Gwen, who was standing behind Locke, had no choice but to look at George with a pitiful expression, expressing the hope that her beloved father would not have the same knowledge as her boyfriend.

After dinner.

Go back to the room.

After Gwen closed the room, he couldn't help it, looked at Locke sitting in the computer chair, and covered his forehead: "Speaking of which, I fulfilled the promise that time, I promised to find a chance to lose to my father, and found it. ?"

Locke was slightly taken aback: "I said a tie, Gwen, a tie, which is acceptable to me."

Gwen rolled his eyes: "I don't care, as long as it makes my dad happy, so you don't fight all day long, do you think?"

Locke nodded.

Gwen's eyes lit up.

"Really?"

"Of course."

Locke said so: "You have given the reward, how can I not care."

Gwen also pulled off the quilt, sat on the bed, and looked at Locke expectantly: "So, how are you going to lose...to a tie with my dad?"

Locke said, "How about golf?"

Gwen was slightly taken aback: "Golf?"

Locke hummed.

Gwen blinked. "But my dad doesn't seem to have ever played golf."

Locke smiled and said, "Yes."

After all the calculations, there is only this, and it is easier to draw a tie.

Table tennis?

Locke's soul makes him need no skills, and even gives him three balls, blindfolded, it is estimated that George will not be able to beat him.

Moreover, table tennis is a winner and a loser.

Not to mention target shooting.

Or golf.

It just so happened that Locke had never played before, and, when George was the deputy police superintendent, it was time to learn how to communicate at the upper levels. After all, the Federation, many things were discussed while playing golf.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Locke felt that he was heartbroken because of George's progress.

But George still doesn't know how to be grateful.

Locke sighed even more, looked at Gwen, and shrugged: "Look, Gwen, I respect George as much as you do."

Gwen listened to Locke's last sentence, the explanation of the communication, and was a little moved. He stepped forward and hugged Locke. Anyway, it was not one or two times in Gwen's room. It is estimated that Helen knew it well, and George pretended not to know.

Then……

Just as he was about to make the next move, Helen's voice came from below.

"Gwen, your dad is going out."

"..."

Gwen parted his lips from Locke's and blinked.

Locke was also slightly taken aback.

Go downstairs.

George's side had changed into casual clothes and was checking his holster.

"Dad." Gwen walked down the stairs quickly and said nervously, "Did the Peerless Assassin appear?"

Locke, who followed behind, had a strange expression.

How long has it been.

It hasn't been eight months yet, so has another counterfeit popped up?

However, George shook his head: "No, there is a shooting in the Bauhinia community, and Max lives there. I'll go take a look."

Max, one of George's good friends.

Bauhinia community?

Isn't this the community of Clyde and Miller Shelton?

When Locke dropped off Miller Shelton in the morning ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ was the community he went to.

Is it?

Locke looked at George curiously: "George, in which house did the shootout happen?"

George put on his shoes and said, "No. 55, what's wrong? Do you know anyone in the Bauhinia community?"

Locke raised his eyebrows and admitted: "I just met in the morning, and her house number seems to be number 55."

George in shoes looked up.

Locke looked at Gwen: "It's Mrs. Miller Shelton's house."

Gwen was stunned for a moment and covered his mouth: "God!"

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