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Locke hasn't offended anyone recently.

and……

The time of the warning was a special coincidence. The only possibility was that the pot left behind even though he was dead, he still let himself carry it, because of Lorraine Broughton's "invincible" mission.

really.

Is the ICA inextricably linked to the London MI6?

hehe!

Locke sneered, speechless in his heart. At first, he was thinking, if ICA didn't come, how would he continue this mission? After all, he was chasing after the grievances between people and Lorraine Broughton. Mix what.

result?

It seems that there is no need to tangle now. There are always people who take his kindness as a sign of Locke's weakness and bullying. The road to heaven is easy to walk, and there is no door to hell. They have to go to Locke's side to ask for a one-way ticket.

Not cheap.

Locke thought so in his heart, stared at the Audi R8 that had already driven to the front, lowered the speed, and opened the window.

but……

next second.

The silver Audi R8 suddenly accelerated, slammed, and left.

?

Locke's right hand on his waist steadied, and a capital question mark suddenly floated out from the top of his head.

"what's the situation?"

"Isn't it from ICA?"

"Looking for the wrong target, seeing the wrong person?"

Locke blinked. Rao is that he has been well-informed over the years. This time, he can't get it directly for Locke.

"Hey."

Gwen pushed open the door of the small shop, looked at Locke, who was blocking the door, posing in a pose, and blinked: "What kind of shape are you putting on?"

Locke came back to his senses, reinserted Glock on his waist without leaving a trace, and turned around: "Okay?"

Gwen nodded, handed a box of charcoal that was not heavy, but definitely not light, to Locke, and clapped his hands: "Come on, I asked the agency, but unfortunately, he was not here this morning. Let's see again in the afternoon, do you have time?"

Locke nodded and put a box of charcoal into the car.

Think about it.

Locke's thoughts moved, and the unparalleled magic soldier was directly and silently integrated into the Audi R8. Although he didn't know what had just happened, Gwen was here, and it was necessary to be safe.

Back on the road.

After driving to Hampton Bays and only 20 kilometers away from the destination, the vehicle of the same model as Locke did not appear in Locke's perception.

Did you miss the target?

Locke raised his eyebrows, feeling a little miraculous. However, these days, it's not that there are no killers who miss their assassination targets. Although it's amazing, it seems to be logical.

but……

Just as Rock continued to drive down the Hampton Bays road toward East Hampton.

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked in the rearview mirror. Suddenly, the same Audi R8 appeared behind him.

in the back car.

Killer 46 looked at the picture directly displayed on the central control screen showing the failure of the second law, with an expressionless face, driving with one hand and holding the silver dancer in the other hand.

just……

The reason why Killer 46 gave up shooting is because of the second law of action of the ICA organization, try to avoid civilians and non-target casualties.

So Killer 46 chose to temporarily stop.

obviously.

The ICA, who had some means of detecting Killer 46, was unhappy, and directly stated that this time, he could choose to ignore the second law of action.

Although Killer 46 has some doubts, since he was born until now, he has only one mission.

kill.

While alive, kill more targets for ICA.

Locke had already thought of this at this moment.

Ok.

This is really nowhere in **** you have to vote.

Locke thought so, but considering Gwen next to him, Locke did not choose to open the door directly, and smashed the same Audi R8 hanging far behind.

Soon.

East Hampton is here.

However, just as Locke was about to follow the address, get off the main road, and drive towards Kahn and Cindy's house, Gwen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, said, "Keep driving, Locke."

Locke raised his eyebrows.

"We're being followed."

Gwen looked up, looked in the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye, and said, "That Audi R8, the same style as ours, has been following us for at least half an hour, driving forward."

Awesome, my Wen.

Locke secretly said in his heart, and quietly continued to drive the vehicle forward.

The Audi R8 of the Killer 46 goes hand in hand.

Gwen pressed her phone with both hands and put it on George Stacy's dial interface, but she didn't dial it for a long time. After all, she felt that the car was following them, but she had no evidence, in case she made a mistake , what should I do if I make a big oolong?

at this time.

The Audi R8 in the back pulled into a fork on the right.

Locke's speed continued.

Seeing this, Gwen couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and then looked at the road on the right: "I really feel like he's following us, I almost called George. ."

Locke was just about to speak.

Eyes shrink.

"Crack!"

Locke pulled the handbrake directly, braked directly on the spot, and the steering wheel slammed to the left.

Drift in place.

"Varied……"

Gwen was shocked, and before he could be surprised, he saw that the car that had been driving towards the right fork, banged, and hit the ground like a leap.

If Locke hadn't pulled up the handbrake just now, then the two cars were definitely the status quo.

"Sit still."

Locke said to Gwen on the co-pilot, released the handbrake, and then quickly drove towards the local police station.

If there is a problem, call the police!

That's what Locke has always been about, although, without Gwen, he would have killed these guys.

Gwen had picked up the phone again at this moment. Although he was a little flustered, he had experienced the Seagod after all, but he was just flustered on the surface.

and……

Gwen looked at Locke who was driving the car, as always, without a trace of panic and calmness on his face.

"Pfft!"

"Ok?"

Hitman 46 stretched out his silver dancer, slammed it directly on the glass of Locke's vehicle, but it slammed into a lonely, not even a bullet scar?

"Bulletproof?"

"Bulletproof!"

Locke looked at Gwen, who heard the sound of bullets landing on the glass, turned his head, looked at him, and smiled: "I pulled this car and modified it. The whole body is bulletproof."

If you have the ability, you can shoot with a bazooka, otherwise, you can use bulletproof glass to explain what bullet you hit on it.

And, there's not much time left for you.

When I get to the police station, it will be my home.

Locke glanced in the rear-view mirror. Behind, the car tried to accelerate.

But.

I am a professional driver.

Locke sneered, shifted gears, and increased the speed by another level, which instantly made Killer 46's dream of hitting him shattered again.

at this time.

Three black pickups sprang out from the road that must pass the police station.

"Shet!"

Locke looked at the man in black who stood up from the back of the pickup truck, carrying a bazooka, and couldn't help but scolded himself, "What are you doing with the flag?", he just turned the steering wheel again.

Boom!

The bazooka hit the ground directly, and in an instant, the sound of the explosion was very loud.

"Gwen!"

"Gwen!"

Locke turned the front of the car directly and passed the Audi R8 of the Killer 46. Directly through the co-pilot, Locke glanced at the bald head of the logo and confirmed that the face was the Killer 47. After that, he accelerated again and went directly and quickly towards the driver. He left with the Hampton Bays police station that had just come over.

New York City is crowded.

There are also many police stations.

Damn, I don't believe it, you've got people in ambush over there in Hampton Bays too.

and.

Gwen over there has also dialed George's number.

In the New York Police Department, George, who was thinking about the possibility of the unparalleled assassin appearing next time, thought that Gwen was coming and said that he might be back tonight. Unexpectedly, just after he got on the phone, he heard a loud noise from the other side of the phone. The explosion, and then, the frantic roar of the engine.

George instantly got up from his chair and said loudly, "Gwen, where are you?"

Beckett and Jason, who were outside, heard George's roar, glanced at each other quickly, and ran in.

Gwen couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. It was a bazooka just now, and his heart was pounding: "Dad~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Hampton, someone is chasing me and Locke, hurry up."

When George heard this, his whole person was like a fried hedgehog: "Where's Locke?"

damn it.

Did that wild boar really fail to protect my daughter?

Locke's voice came out directly, as calm as always: "George, Gwen is not injured, and I'm okay, the other party should be a professional killer, and they have heavy weapons, I'm heading towards the Hampton Bays police station. ."

"I'll go right now."

George said in a deep voice, when Locke was talking, when he said Hampton Bays, Beckett and Jason had also rushed out again, and asked their men to contact the Hampton Bays police station.

"What about the Secret Service?"

"Already called."

"That's too late."

George did not hang up the phone, always ensuring the safety of his daughter, while walking towards the elevator: "Take the helicopter and notify the Coast Guard."

Jason said to Beckett, "You stay here, I'll go."

Beckett didn’t have to go with the past, after all, there was someone to contact here.

Gwen's phone call to notify the New York Police Department was naturally also known by the ICA people.

"Hurry up!"

"speed!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Shet!"

Like a racing car, it bites Locke tightly. Suddenly, several cars that could not catch up pulled away, and bullets from pistols, submachine guns, and assault rifles poured down on Locke's Audi R8 body.

but……

Countless bullets, which could turn a car into a scrapped car in ten seconds, landed on Locke's Audi R8, but it made a clinking sound.

"Fake!"

"Bulletproof!!!"

"..."