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Mrs M, who was far away in London, put down the phone after getting a reply from the other end of the phone.

but……

Mrs. M sat in her seat and thought about it for a while, but she was still a little uneasy. She took out another phone, edited an order to get the other party to go to New York quickly, put down the phone in her hand, and frowned.

For some reason, she felt that she shouldn't have made the first call.

the next day.

Sunday.

Locke studied the information sent by the Red Devils in the study, and there was a small amount of information about the International Contract Intermediary Office.

really.

This ICA has a lot to do with MI6.

Just from the logo of the international contract agency and MI6, it can almost be concluded that, after all, not all organizations are keen to wear a crown.

"Jingle Bell."

"Hey?"

"Locke, it's me, Kahn. Cindy and I have gone to Long Island. You and Gwen should come here too."

"good."

It's the weekend, and last weekend, Cindy and Kahn had promised to go to their party at their villa on Long Island.

Locke naturally remembered this.

Glancing at the time.

After Locke put down the phone, on the right hand, one of the printed materials was called Diana, and a name with an unknown surname was drawn in a circle.

He was very impressed with Killer 47, but, at most, he only knew that the organization of Killer 47 existed, and there were not many others.

Locke looked at a photo that the Red Devils had sent along with the information, smiled, put the photo into a program he had written using hacking technology when he was bored these days, turned off the computer screen, and then got up and put the A mine is tucked behind the study door, and then leaves to pick up Gwen to a party.

Trouble is trouble.

Life is life, and Locke is sure to separate trouble from life.

Again.

With his current position and exposed combat power, he can already make him unafraid of most threats, and it will not arouse anyone's suspicion.

Under the witness of George, he practiced good marksmanship.

even……

The time he was on the Poseidon, under the watchful eyes of Gwen and others, he fought against sharks and showed his close combat. As long as Locke doesn't let his bullets turn, no matter how exposed, no one will compare him with him. The Peerless Assassins are linked.

After the textile factory incident, Locke deliberately let the Wushuang Assassin fade out of his world, and cut it as much as possible. Moreover, the Wushuang Assassin also revealed that he has a witch accomplice.

Locke didn't.

If George still thinks that Locke is the unparalleled assassin, then, the head of darkness, Locke feels that George will suspect his daughter Gwen.

This is obviously not possible.

How could Gwen be a witch.

Locke felt that if Gwen had to be extraordinary, the White Spider would be better.

White Spider's uniform is pretty nice.

Uniform temptation.

But this seems impossible. Lock, who was sitting in the car and waiting for Gwen to go downstairs, looked at the blond Gwen who appeared at the door of the apartment, and smiled slightly. His Gwen could not be a spider.

"Good morning."

"morning."

Locke kissed Gwen who got in the car, and then looked curiously at what Gwen had just put in the trunk: "What did you take?"

"Food."

Gwen fastened his seat belt: "The ingredients on Long Island are too expensive, why don't you bring them from home? Cindy also brought some of them. Let's have a barbecue party in the afternoon, what do you think?"

Locke started the car, clicked on the navigation, and drove towards the destination on Long Island. He smiled and said, "It's fine."

Gwen smiled, took out the phone, and spoke to Cindy: "Cindy, we're leaving, do we need to bring anything else?"

Cindy, who had just arrived at the Long Island Villa, rubbed her forehead: "Bring some charcoal over here. I just found out when I checked, that the charcoal is useless."

Gwen laughed. "Okay, what else do you need?"

"Gone."

Cindy smiled, tucked the phone between her shoulders, and then carried the barbecue grill in the garage towards the beach in the backyard with Kahn: "I just need you to come here quickly, I need you, I found that before Going to a party, it feels like organizing a party is very simple, but when I organize it here, it is too troublesome.”

Gwen hummed and chatted for a few words, then put down the phone, said to Locke, and then marked a location on the map: "Go to this place to buy, just pass over there, Dad and colleagues used to go to Long Island to make At any barbecue party, I go there to buy it."

Locke nodded.

Kennedy International Airport.

Killer Forty-Six, who was wearing a black suit, red tie, and bald head, appeared in the public parking lot.

next second.

A man with a hat inadvertently brushed past Killer 46, and in just an instant, a file bag completed the exchange.

Killer 46 took out a car key from a file bag.

Drip!

Not far away, a 90% new Audi R8 was parked with its headlights flashing twice.

boarding.

close the door.

Hitman 46 opened the compartment on the co-pilot's side and took out another envelope from which a silver pistol and a photo and a disposable cell phone fell out.

A silver-white pistol, a genuine silver dancer.

Photo? Locke's.

Killer 46 looked at the photo on his hand, and with his leather gloved right hand, pressed the button of the disposable mobile phone, found the only number stored in the call log and dialed it.

soon.

The call is connected.

"Number 46, your mission, to assassinate the owner of this photo, Locke Broughton, he's ostensibly a tenth grader at Midtown College in New York City, but he's actually an agent recruited by the CIA, and he already knows about our organization. Existence, as an unauthorized insider, you need to assassinate him to ensure the secrecy of our organization."

"The location of his vehicle's location information has been sent to your vehicle's screen."

"Good luck, Killer 46!"

"This message will be destroyed in ten seconds."

Killer 46 calmly took the phone from his ear, then opened the window and threw the phone out. A bang, a muffled sound came from the phone, followed by smoke from the four corners of the phone. It popped up, and it was clear that this was the destruction that was just called on the phone.

hum!

The car lights up, along with the lighting of the car's central control, there is a green sign, and that green sign is driving from Queens and then toward Long Island at a speed of less than fifty yards.

Killer 46 installed the silencer on the silver dancer with a blank expression. After confirming that it was loaded, he directly started the remaining silver Audi R8, and then quickly moved towards the position of Long Island. And go.

Although Long Island is called New York Long Island, in fact, if it is distinguished by the number of rings, Long Island is actually far away from Manhattan.

Queens is already some distance from New York City, and Long Island is still east of Queens.

Strictly speaking, Long Island and New Jersey are the same. In the hearts of New Yorkers, New Jersey grows grass in the countryside, while the aborigines on Long Island are complained about growing potatoes.

However, the complaints are returned to the complaints, which does not delay the development of Long Island's real estate at all.

Since two thousand years, some wealthy people have liked to buy villas by the sea on Long Island, especially in their destination, the Hamptons, for vacation or something.

"Pepper also has a villa in Southhampton."

In the past few days, it can be said that Gwen, who has concentrated on the development of Long Island real estate, is popularizing it towards Locke, and then said: "Pepper also said that there is still room for growth in Long Island's real estate. If you buy it now, whether it is an investment Or whatever, it's more appropriate."

Locke smiled and said, "Then buy it. The day before yesterday, didn't you say that you liked two sets?"

Gwen nodded: "How about I make an appointment with that real estate agent to see if I'm free today, let's go and see?"

Locke said: "Okay, anyway, the two buildings are not far away. After buying the charcoal, if you have time~www.wuxiamtl.com~, just go and have a look."

It's not a wedding room, and the price is less than 500,000 yuan. If you include property tax or something, it's also relatively cheap.

Locke said so, slowly moved the vehicle off the main road, and then slowly parked at the door of a shop next to the road.

The shop is small.

After getting out of the car, Locke paused.

Gwen, who stepped down from the co-pilot, looked at the words just now, when suddenly Locke of Karg looked curiously: "Aren't you going in?"

Locke returned to his senses and looked at Gwen: "I'm waiting for you here."

The direction of the six sense warnings just now came from the direction of New York City, not the small grocery department behind.

and……

Warnings are weak.

Weak enough, if Locke's six senses are not very keen, it is estimated that they will be ignored.

There are many levels of warning.

The lowest is just like this, very weak, weak and even negligible, but the highest is the six senses screaming, the last time on the Sea God, it was the highest level of warning.

But at that time, Locke never thought that the danger would be the sea itself.

That time?

Earthquake?

Locke touched his chin, looked at Gwen who was walking in towards the commissary, bent over, returned to the car, opened the co-pilot's cabinet, and handed over the last time George was worried that he did not have a weapon to protect Gwen. Give him the Glock pistol.

Click twice.

Locke opened Glock's insurance to avoid accidental shots, and then, like a cowboy, tucked Glock into his back waist, squinting his eyes to see the way they came

Over there, an Audi R8 that was also silver, even, in the same configuration as Locke, swooped in like lightning.

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