A Certain Marvel Super Player

"Mr. Wushuang!"

At the gate of the King family's manor somewhere in New Jersey, Tyler King, who had been guarding the door, watched Locke, who was pulling off the black cloth covering his eyes from the black car, and hurried over: "Sorry, this is my father's decision. rules."

Locke and Taylor King shook hands: "Your site, your rules."

Locke didn't mind coming over in a mask.

The main purpose of his visit this time was to seek money. The amount he sold for the Voodoo Daquan was as promised, and he was very talkative, but if the Jin family planned to play some tricks, it would be another matter.

"This way, Mr. Wushuang."

"Ok."

Locke tidied up his sleeves, nodded to Taylor King, who was leading the way, and followed Taylor King into the manor that looked inconspicuous from the outside.

After walking along the stairs, I walked to the auction venue located on the ground floor of the manor. The decoration was far more splendid than the above ground. When I saw it, most of the guests who came to participate in this auction seemed to have already arrived.

Of course.

They all wore masks, just like attending a masquerade ball, but still, if the masks were useful, what was the point of Langley's invention of the leather mask.

Locke saw a few more familiar people.

For example, the boss of a large enterprise in the Federation.

For example, a federal killer company.

For example, according to a rumor, a big contractor who contracted the CIA's overseas operations.

I have to say that the Jin family has a wide network of contacts. Basically, every generation comes and goes, and from a certain point of view, the customers he is ready to sell or buy will become the relationship of the Jin family. The family guarantees that no customer record information will be left behind.

However, everyone is out to mix, this sentence, just listen to it.

Locke has no doubt that his name is also on the account book of the Jin family. For example, the information that the unparalleled assassin entrusted Tyler King to sell the Voodoo Book is also in it.

Compared to others, Locke is good.

At the very least, the Jin family, like most people, just knows that the peerless assassin is called the peerless assassin, and there are no other redundant information elements.

after awhile.

Rosa also came.

Wearing a long purple dress and holding a small bag in his hand, he walked down from the entrance with a mask engraved with crystals, just like attending a dinner party.

As soon as Rosa appeared, she attracted the attention of many guests.

Locke turned his head and glanced, and took a glass of bourbon from the tray of the attendant who passed by.

Rosa came over: "Hi!"

Locke glanced at Rosa: "This is not in line with your character."

"How to say?"

"I am unparalleled."

He is the one who likes to open Wushuang, the Assassin League, all open the stealth mode.

Locke stared at a portrait of Van Gogh hanging on the wall, instead of looking at Rosa next to him, sipping his glass of wine: "However, it's a stunning appearance. It's eye-catching."

Rosa said thank you, took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, and took a sip: "Did it catch your eye?"

The corners of Locke's mouth rose: "Want to see what I look like under my sunglasses?"

"Many people are curious about how you look under your sunglasses."

"Then let them continue to be curious."

Locke drank the bourbon in the cup with a light tone: "There are only two kinds of people who see my appearance, one is a dead person, and the other is something that will never speak to anyone. Which do you want to do?"

Rosa shrugged: "I choose to be myself."

Locke nodded and looked at Rosa: "Smart choice."

talking.

Locke looked up at the underground hall, the left passage with the bonfire burning, and squinted his eyes: "It's amazing, I didn't know that the Jin family still had vampire guests."

When he was hunting with George, he had unlocked the breath of a vampire, and he also had the identity of an emperor-level vampire.

so……

He couldn't be wrong about the taste of vampires.

Rosa's eyes lit up when she heard Locke's words: "Vampires? We met two in Queens, New York City a few days ago. Before coming to the Federation, we thought these vampires settled in Europe."

Locke smiled and looked at Rosa: "Then you should go to Texas."

The Lone Star State is vast and sparsely populated, so correspondingly, there are more non-human species. If Texas is likened to the bottom of a well, then sitting in a well and watching the sky is not a derogatory term, but a compliment.

When you are in Texas and see Texas clearly, you can see the whole world clearly.

Rosa listened to Locke's words and nodded seriously: "Maybe when Lynch's daughter and son come over, we will go to Texas for a vacation."

Locke said: "Remember to go to the Lone Star Bar. If you are lucky, you can see the Lord of Hell singing on it."

It's just noise pollution.

If it wasn't for the **** monarch who could beat him, and, if he was very careful, it is estimated that he would have been beaten to death directly in the bar.

Locke didn't care about the fact that there were only vampire guests here.

The visitor is the guest.

He is also a comer, and he won't do anything ostentatious.

after awhile.

Rosa, who went around in a circle, found Locke, who had changed to another oil painting, and looked at the oil painting that Locke was watching and said, "What's the name of this painting?"

"Battle of Glenvale!"

Locke said in a light tone: "The works of the Polish painter Matejko, he is best at portraits and historical paintings, belong to the famous painters who have been ignored."

"...you know how to draw?"

"do not know."

Locke smiled and took his eyes away from the oil painting: "I once thought about buying something that preserves its value. Oil painting is one of them."

But after thinking about it, Locke gave up directly.

without him.

Now on the market, all the high-value oil paintings have their own owners, and for those lost oil paintings, he is too lazy to buy them at a premium and let them be born.

The most important point is that oil painting is not easy to realize, and it may also attract the attention of the FBI's Art Crime Investigation Section.

This is not as convenient as letting the mainland hotel launder money directly.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

at this time.

On the auction table that had been arranged in the hall, a pale old man came over there under the guard of Taylor King and his younger brother Francis King, and then tapped the champagne in his hand lightly.

Rosa raised her eyebrows and said, "Earl King's health?"

Locke remained silent.

Rosa whispered: "A few days ago, Earl King's body still needed a wheelchair. I checked the information, and Earl King was terminally ill, but now?"

Locke said, "Maybe a good doctor has been found."

Rosa shook her head.

Locke looked at Earl King who was making the opening remarks over there, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said in a low voice: "To be alive, of course, will be full of all diseases, but if you die, for example, you will become a vampire."

Paused.

Locke looked at Rosa: "Maybe, you should prepare silver bullets."

Rosa was slightly taken aback.

After Locke said this, he stopped talking. Instead, he looked at Earl Kim, who didn't even have a heartbeat on the stage, with great interest. He was curious who gave Earl Kim the first embrace. .

The most important thing is, how did this vampire have such a mouth?

These days, vampires don't pay attention to quality, don't they?

What did the old melon say when he came?

etc.

I am not a vampire, I am a vampire, an emperor-level vampire.

Oh.

That's fine.

Locke laughed inwardly, and then smiled.

On the stage, Earl King's toast was also finished. After shouting a toast, everyone participating in the auction this time also shouted a toast and took a sip of the wine in their glasses.

Immediately after.

It's time for the auction.

Taylor King over there walked down from the stage with a smile on his face, nodded to Rosa next to Locke, and then watched his brother's guest leave before saying to Locke, "Mr. Wushuang, I'm sorry, The first five items were all found by my brother."

Locke smiled: "I never care if I miss the scenery halfway through, as long as the final result is what I want, that's fine."

Taylor King smiled, snapped his fingers, and the attendant came over. Taylor King brought out two champagne, handed one to Locke, and said with a smile, "Mr. Wushuang, I wish all the best, cheers."

Locke was very gentlemanly, clinking glasses, and then gulping down the champagne in the glass.

Taylor King also chose the friendship of the landlord, took away the empty champagne in Locke's hand, and then smiled at Locke: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wushuang."

Locke nodded and watched Taylor King walk towards the next customer he found, doing the same.

really.

In the adult world, it is not easy to write.

But……

Why do you want to die?

Locke thought so in his heart, out of the corner of his eye, staring at the attendant who took away his champagne, and after a circle, with a skillful move, the empty champagne that belonged to him disappeared inexplicably.

good guy.

sure.

You should do magic.

Locke narrowed his eyes.

However, some can't figure it out, why, so good, why did Earl King start to die inexplicably?

Is his knife not good?

still is……

The price someone gave ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ is too good?

who?

Locke thought so.

at this time.

On the auction table, Taylor King's younger brother Francis King announced the next auction item with excitement.

The whereabouts of the forbidden fruit.

Francis King's eyes fell on Rosa who was wearing a mask, and then passed another Western European woman who was wearing a mask, tall and beautiful with nine heads and beautiful legs: "This news , The Jin family guarantees it by its reputation, it is 100% authentic, and the starting price is five million dollars."

The words fall.

The Western European woman had already raised her placard: "Six million!"

Rosa raised her placard without changing her face: "Seven million!"

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