A Certain Marvel Super Player

Chapter 272: international contract agency

"The super player of a certain American comic (

Why hasn't this mission been completed yet?

MMP!

Locke was speechless.

Lorraine Broughton, not only did he not raise him, he didn't even leave him a steel shovel, and most importantly, he didn't even give him a face.

The results of it?

As soon as he appeared, he directly needed him to help wipe his butt.

good.

Have a mission, make money, don't be sloppy.

But why hasn't this broken mission been completed?

Is it...

Is there anything else that I don't know?

Locke was touched, raised his eyebrows lightly, and quickly flipped through all the information about Lorraine Broughton in the memory palace.

CIA.

MI6.

KGB.

No, it is these three organizations that can make people think about Lorraine Broughton, one is loyal, and the troubles of the other two organizations have just been settled.

With the bourbon glass in his hand, Locke stood on the balcony, looking at New York City at night, his eyes twinkling slightly.

Could it have something to do with Lorraine Broughton's last mission?

On the information given by Anonymous, the previous information is very detailed, but the last mission, that is, the mission that led to the death of Lorraine Broughton, was rarely smeared over half.

Locke was not curious about how Lorraine died at first, but when this matter involved his mission, then Locke's curiosity came.

The six senses were touched again.

and……

Locke saw that the task progress bar suddenly jumped from 80% to 81%, and completely understood, he was right.

next second.

Locke's face turned black.

speechless.

Locke thought so.

the next day.

Locke drove to a warehouse under the Brooklyn Bridge and met the mentor assigned to him by Anonymous, Clyde Shelton.

enter the warehouse.

A clatter.

With the removal of a floor, what was brought into sight was a secret passage leading to the underground space. After walking in with Clyde Shelton, I discovered that this was a secret base no smaller than a warehouse.

"Is this a secret CIA stronghold?"

"Mr. Anonymous's base."

Clyde Shelton led Locke to a room full of various weapons, said casually, then turned to look at Locke: "One of them."

Another typical guy who uses public funds to do private affairs.

Who was the last one?

Clyde Shelton ripped apart several weapons on the table: "Starting today, every Saturday, I will wait for you here, and I will I will teach you what I know."

Locke didn't answer, but looked at Clyde: "You know Lorraine Broughton?"

Clyde was stunned for a moment and looked up at Locke.

Locke said: "I have seen the profile of Lorraine Broughton. After the Berlin Wall mission, she and you went on several missions."

"……Yes."

"What was her last mission?"

"what?"

"Her last mission."

Clyde Shelton frowned, "You don't know that."

Locke nodded, then turned and left.

Clyde was stunned.

"Where are you going?"

"go home."

"..."

Locke did what he said. He came here primarily because of what problems Lorraine Broughton left him, not for training.

He doesn't mind being an agent who can do missions in the future, but he doesn't mind but doesn't mean he has to be.

Anyway, when he wants to take the task, he can also take the task from the KGB.

It does not matter.

A thud.

Only then did Clyde come back to his senses from the sound of the door closing. He opened his mouth, as if he couldn't believe it. When he walked out, he saw that the silver Audi R8 was already on the Brook. Forest Bridge.

"Walter?" Clyde blinked, Anonymous didn't say, has he agreed, what?

Clyde, who took out his mobile phone, hurriedly contacted Anonymous directly.

soon.

While driving home, Locke got a call from Anonymous.

Anonymous, who was on the private plane, rubbed his eyebrows: "Didn't you say that you don't care about Lorraine Broughton?"

Locke's expression was light: "I don't care, it doesn't mean that you can leave it alone."

He doesn't care about his business.

But the CIA doesn't say that it's a matter of integrity. It's all his own, especially Lorraine Broughton's. What can he not know?

"That mission is classified, you are now..."

"learn."

Locke nodded and interrupted directly: "Goodbye, Mr. Anonymous."

"Hey Hey hey……"

"Walter..."

When Mr. Anonymous fluctuated again, on the other end of the phone, it was already the rhythm of being blacklisted.

"This kid..."

Mr. Anonymous had a headache, thought about it, raised his head, and said to Agent L who came with him: "Turn the plane around and go back to New York City."

Agent L nodded expressionlessly.

night time.

"Mr Broughton, the one who claimed to be..."

"I know, let him come up."

"OK."

After Anonymous came out of the elevator, he looked at the open door, and then his eyes fell on Locke, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking and studying hard, smiled a little speechlessly, walked in, and by the way, brought the door.

click.

Anonymous threw a document in his hand on the coffee table, then sat down, looked at Locke, who was holding a chemistry book and taking notes, and shook his head: "Maybe, my recruitment choice was wrong. ."

Locke raised his head and glanced at Anonymous: "Take the information, I don't need it anymore."

"what?"

"I am very busy."

Locke put down the pen in his hand, looked at Anonymous, and said with a smile: "For me, joining the CIA is a choice, but it is by no means the best choice, you have tested me, and I have tested you, very Obviously, I passed the test on your side, and you didn't pass my test."

Anonymous frowned.

Locke glanced at the top-secret information on the coffee table, and even the title was smeared in black, and smiled: "You're right, I don't care about Lorraine Broughton, so this information, I There's no need to look, if there is nothing else, I need to review, there is a chemistry test next month, when you go, bring me to the door, thank you."

Anonymous was slightly stunned.

He has been in the industry for decades, and he has recruited 50 agents instead of 100. However, with a personality like Locke, it is the first time to say goodbye directly after a disagreement.

The key is……

Locke really has the confidence to say this.

He is handsome, rich, and has an excellent IQ. Moreover, he has an unforgettable ability. He is clearly the rhythm of a winner in life, so why should he be your agent?

but.

Anonymous said in a deep voice: "If you say this because I didn't tell you the whole truth at one time, then, maybe, you are not as mature and stable as I think."

The pen in Locke's hand paused for a while, then put it down again, closed the notebook in front of him, looked at Anonymous, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "I'm only seventeen, sir."

He is mature and immature, stable or not, it is his business.

He can be mature or self-willed.

"Besides..."

Locke smiled: "I have money, and I have this willful qualification."

Anonymous was speechless.

Locke got up from the sofa, without even looking at the information on the coffee table, he walked towards the bar with an empty wine glass: "Have a drink, then, walk slowly, don't give it away."

Anonymous took a deep breath.

next second.

"ICA!"

Anonymous turned around and looked at Locke who walked over to the bar: "Your mother... Lorraine Broughton's last mission target is ICA, the full name of the International Contract Agency, which was investigated by us, but never Killer group with direct evidence."

Since Locke doesn't plan to watch it, he can only dictate.

after all.

Who made Locke right?

It is Anonymous who wants Locke to join, not Locke who wants to join Anonymous.

Again.

Anonymous originally wanted to recruit Locke with the information of Lorraine Broughton. The reason why he blacked out the last mission was because the killer organization had never been confirmed, and the photos of the scene were a bit bloody.

Locke expressionlessly poured wine into his glass.

after awhile.

After Anonymous finished speaking, he glanced at Locke who didn't do anything over there~www.wuxiamtl.com~ got up and walked towards the door, stopped at the door, shook his head, turned to look at the bar Locke on the side: "If you just want to know your mother simply, then you can say it directly, I can guarantee that as long as there is anything about your mother, Clyde will tell you one by one, goodbye, Locke. , I hope, you don't leave early next week."

A thud.

Locke held the wine glass, looked at the room with the door closed, took a sip of the wine, and walked to the sofa, his eyes fell on the document on the coffee table.

Was he just wayward?

No.

He was beating, telling Anonymous, don't play with me about secrets, he doesn't want to do it anymore, he can leave anytime, anywhere.

As for why Anonymous made up his mind that he wanted to know more about Lorraine?

That's Anonymous's problem, not his.

Locke flipped through the documents and saw the wreckage of the apartment building and the high-definition flesh and blood in the wreckage. His face was expressionless. These pictures did not affect his drinking movements at all.

He only had one thought.

International contract agency?

ICA?

This is so special, isn't it an organization that specializes in cultivating a group of bald killers?

so……

This time, not only did the KGB target me because of Lorraine Broughton, this ICA, but also because of Lorraine Broughton?

WTF?

Why.

people sitting at home?

Does the pot come from the sky?

I haven't even seen Lorraine Broughton, so I'm taking the blame?

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