A Certain Marvel Super Player

"interesting."

In the Xingchen Building, Locke, who was sitting at the bar, waiting for the guest to come, put down the phone in his hand, and then he laughed and shook his head: "Boring!"

The phone call just now was from Yegorov.

Holding the wine glass, Locke walked over to the sofa, turned on the TV on the wall, and tuned to the TV platform on the Washington side. When he caught his eye, it was the appearance of the oval building.

The spokesman for 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, who appeared on the TV screen, opened fire at Moscow righteously, accusing Lubyanka of blatantly and spying in New York City last night.

no doubt.

This is mouth cannon.

However, the media also like to hear such talk, especially in this case, Lubyanka, one of the three giants in the spy world, is also involved, and the interest of many media is very high.

When I heard a spokesman at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue say that they had an agent killed on the spot, he was instantly angry.

And then……

After hearing that Lubyanka had left at least a dozen corpses, it was an instant boil again.

If it was one to zero, then the media would undoubtedly kill 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

But twelve to one?

That's great.

The media reporters suddenly had light in their eyes, and they almost couldn't wait to start asking questions. Some even asked the reporters of their own TV station in Moscow while asking questions.

What time is it, why are you still sleeping?

Go to Lubyanka, big news.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Hey."

"Mr. Broughton, one of them said he was called Mr. Anonymous and said he had an appointment with you?"

"Let him come up."

"OK."

after awhile.

Locke stood at the door, looked at Mr. Anonymous who came out of the elevator, and said curiously, "If I didn't let you up just now, would you find a way to get up?"

Mr. Anonymous took off his sunglasses, his face still had the same smile.

"Will not."

"Oh?"

"That shows that the fate of our third meeting has not yet arrived."

"Please come in."

"thanks."

Anonymous thanked him and walked into Locke's apartment, then, his eyes fell on the two cups of bourbon that had been poured over the sofa and coffee table, and smiled: "If Superintendent Stacy sees it, I don't know what will happen. ?"

Locke closed the door with a backhand and smiled: "My home and Gwen's apartment, these two places, George will not trouble me."

Mr. Anonymous nodded, watched the news being broadcast on the big TV on the wall, and sat down: "New York City last night seemed very lively, but unfortunately, many people don't know about it."

Locke also walked over to the sofa, sat down, picked up the wine glass, looked at the TV over there, quickly ran towards Lubyanka, the reporter of the first news broadcast, took a sip of the wine in the glass: "Very good. Obviously, Mr. Anonymous doesn't belong to this group of people, does it?"

Anonymous also picked up the wine glass in his hand and raised his head slightly: "What about you, Locke, do you want to be that many people?"

It's artful enough to speak.

Locke secretly said in his heart, and then looked at Anonymous with some curiosity.

Anonymous took a sip of the glass of wine, said a good wine, and then said: "Last time, you said, you wanted to know my name, I said, when we officially meet for the third time, you will know, but, you Are you sure you want to know my name?"

This word...

The implication is already obvious.

The name of the CIA agent, the real name, if it is not family, then the comrades in the same trench are left, or the enemy who knows him best.

Locke's expression was in place, opened his mouth, and smiled haha: "I feel that this is a question that is not easy to answer."

"understand."

Anonymous was very easy-going. After the question was thrown, he laughed to ease the momentary tension, and then looked at Locke: "Locke, you know, do you know your background?"

Locke leaned on the sofa and looked at the anonymous person sitting on the sofa on the left, with a casual tone: "I'm not interested."

Anonymous raised an eyebrow.

Locke looked around his apartment and said to Anonymous, "Look at me, do I need to know?"

He now has a car, a house and archives.

If nothing else, the future wife should have a body and a face, and an excellent IQ. Moreover, the wife's family is also a senior police superintendent of the New York City law enforcement giant New York Police Department.

"and……"

Locke looked at Anonymous: "I look forward to the unknown and mysterious splendor of the future rather than recalling the bitterness of being alone in the past, but you seem to care more about my past than me, don't you?"

If you want to play the Zen machine, I will play with you.

Too mature and steady, too evil?

In New York City, the sixteen-year-old Locke sued the FBI and the Homeland Security Agency, is he a monster enough?

Poseidon, Locke incarnated as a savior, is it a monster enough?

In the sea, Locke chopped off a big shark with his bare hands. Is it a monster enough?

On Lake Cali, Locke sniped three or five vampires, is it enough evil?

If at this moment, Locke pretends to be that innocent and ignorant teenager, then it's called a problem. Right now, this is just Locke's normal play.

Moreover.

Being an orphan, he has been very mature and stable since he was a child, all of which can be traced back to history.

Anonymous took out a stack of documents from her arms and put it in front of Locke: "This is your mother's information, you can choose to read it or not."

If you see it, you can continue.

If you don't look at it, it means that you have come for nothing.

Locke's eyes fell on a folder on the coffee table in front of him that also had no cover.

next second.

Locke looked up, glanced at Anonymous, and then, under Anonymous's gaze, picked up the folder.

After a few claps, about a dozen pages of information were re-closed.

Locke threw the information on the coffee table again, and looked at Anonymous: "It's good."

Anonymous shook his head uncontrollably. In fact, he had already thought that Locke was resentful because he was abandoned since he was a child. of.

but……

Still very resistant.

Anonymous sighed inwardly, glanced at Locke, did not put away the information, got up directly, and walked towards the door.

at this time.

"Lorraine Broughton, female. Born May 5, 1965, Gauteng, South Africa, sixteen years old, recruited by the CIA."

"The first mission was on February 12, 1983. On February 21, 1983, there was a riot in the election of the White Elephant Kingdom, and 600 followers of God lost their lives. Among them, there was a close connection with a certain organization. The suspects died in this riot."

"The second mission was in November of the same year, and in the same month, on November 27, Avianca Flight 11 crashed at Madrid's Barajas Airport. Intelligence showed that there was a defector from the CIA. The agent, also not on it, was on that plane."

"1984..."

"1985..."

"In 1987, it was another mission, good man, to go to London, and then, let the London fan 6 find her, recruit her, and make her an agent of the fan 6..."

Locke leaned on the sofa without turning his head, his tone was light, like a mechanical repeater.

Anonymous, who was planning to leave over there, stopped, came back, took off his sunglasses again, sat back on the sofa, and looked at Locke: "Where did you know these information."

Locke stopped the repeater and looked at Anonymous: "You told me, you just let me read the data, didn't you?"

Anonymous frowned: "You just..."

Locke smiled, nodded his head, and then pointed to his eyes: "The self-created, quantum wave reading, combined with my Western memory method, is unparalleled in the world."

To be precise.

It should be unforgettable.

but……

Quantum fluctuation reading, as it sounds, is more compelling and more classy, ​​isn't it?

good guy.

Last night, Locke actually read the information given by Lubyanka, but the information on it also showed that Lorraine Broughton was Russian since he was a child.

But it's so fake.

After all, Lorraine Broughton doesn't look like a hairy girl.

Today, the CIA's raw materials surprised Locke too.

Frankly speaking, he thought he was a very pioneer in thinking about eating the CIA's meal while doing the KGB's mission.

Still small.

Emotions This Lorraine Broughton is not a double agent, but a triple agent.

Growth and the CIA, then, sneaked into MI6, then pretended to be turned against by the KGB, and finally, the CIA became the one who had the last laugh.

This works!

tsk tsk.

Is it called a legendary spy?

It's not bad.

Locke secretly thought in his heart that he could also add a Mossad.

You can't go undercover, Mossad.

No matter how bad it is, you darn, it is impossible for even the Dragon Group to go undercover.

Although he doesn't care about Lorraine Broughton~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but that is Lorraine Broughton, he doesn't care about his so-called birth mother status, and he still cares about Lorraine Broughton's achievements of.

Isn't it three-sided spies?

Three-sided spies are legendary?

wait.

I can be five-sided, six-sided.

As long as there are tasks.

Locke thought so.

As for Mr. Anonymous, he was already slightly shocked. Sitting on the sofa, there was something. Suddenly, he thought it was a pile of treasures, but he found out that this is a pair of treasures. This is clearly the rhythm of a pile of treasures.

Locke sipped the wine in his glass, then, looking at the still shocked Anonymous, he chuckled and asked, "Mr. Anonymous, are you sure you are here to recruit me this time?"

anonymous:"……"