A Certain Marvel Super Player

"The super player of a certain American comic (

"Sir..."

"What's wrong?"

"Doing this, will it..."

Agent L was stunned when he heard Mr. Anonymous's words, and directly threw the defense map of the building by the Thames to the darknet for sale.

This……

There is no doubt that it is the face of Chi Guoguo.

Anonymous sneered and looked at Agent L: "Do you think I asked you to give it to the Red Devils?"

Agent L frowned.

Anonymous shook his head, that's why he didn't let Agent L go out to the field and served him as an assistant: "The Peerless Assassin has taken Locke's list."

According to reliable sources, just now, a private plane landed at a private airport in Jersey City, and within half an hour after landing, it was refilled with fuel and then resumed its flight.

"Unparalleled Assassin?"

"right."

Anonymous held up a photograph of the Wushuang Assassin on the table, and smiled: "How about the information about the Wushuang Assassin."

"rare."

Agent L replied, can't say no, can only say that he got nothing: "We only know that the first time the Peerless Assassin appeared in Texas, he likes to wear sunglasses and drive an Audi R8, other than that, he got nothing, this person seems to be a ghost come."

"Maybe he really is?"

"what?"

"nothing."

Anonymous clicked on the table and looked at Agent L: "Sell the information to the Red Devils, the asking price is five million, the unparalleled assassins eat meat, let's drink some soup, it's not too much."

If Mrs. M didn't hang up his phone just now, then he would not have sold this news to the Red Devils, and he would even remind Mrs. M of the horror of the unparalleled assassins, as long as Mrs. M sent the CIA insiders The ghost told him.

actually……

Anonymous already has a candidate for an inner ghost, but he just suspects, and there is no evidence yet.

Pity.

Mr. Anonymous thought so in his heart, looking at the ringing, it seemed that he was ready to answer, and Mrs. M, who called over, smiled, and then directly pressed the phone.

Give you a chance, you are useless.

Then let the person who doesn't give you a chance to talk to you.

hum!

Thousands of miles above the sky, a silver-white plane flew in the blue sky and white clouds.

Seats are comfortable.

The flight attendant is beautiful.

Good service.

Locke, who was wearing sunglasses, took a sip of the bourbon in his glass, looked around at the layout of the private jet, and said to the Red Devil who was sitting across from him wearing a pair of color-changing glasses, "How much is this plane?"

Early in the morning, the Red Devils who specially came from Cuba to pick up Locke looked at the newspaper in his hand and said without looking up: "A warlord in Africa has no money after it is built, so give it to me."

talking.

The Red Devil looked up and looked at Locke: "Do you want it too?"

"I have an idea," said Locke.

I have bought all yachts, but it seems impossible to justify not buying a private jet.

"Don't buy it for a few years."

"Ok?"

"Wait a few years, maybe, around the end of 2008, it's a good choice."

"reason?"

"The economic crisis should come at that time."

"..."

Locke opened his mouth and looked at the Red Devil who opened his mouth to predict, closed his mouth, and gave him investment advice. He was a little puzzled: "You, the goalkeeper of the criminal world, when did you know so much about the economy?"

The Red Devil laughed and said, "Learn to be old, live to be old, my friend."

Locke rolled his eyes.

at this time.

"Raymond!"

Not far away, Dumby, who was sitting alone, came over and handed the tablet in his hand to the Red Devils.

The Red Devil looked up at Dumby, then set his eyes on the information on the tablet, and couldn't help sitting up.

"hiss!"

The Red Devil took a breath, looked up at Locke, who was sitting opposite, and then took the phone from Dumby's hand, called and said directly: "Pay!"

next second.

The Red Devil looked at Locke: "Are you going to MI6?"

Locke looked up, looked at the Red Devils, and smiled: "I thought you weren't interested."

The Red Devil laughed: "I wasn't interested at first, but now I'm just interested."

Locke snorted, and then thought of something: "It's about what you just bought?"

The Red Devil said: "Accurate deployment map of the MI6 building!"

Locke was slightly taken aback.

"Can this thing...get it?"

"Do you know who the seller is?"

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter who, what matters is that this seller represents the CIA, and that's enough."

"……how much?"

"five million."

Locke was stunned for a while, then shook his head and asserted, "You were slaughtered."

This news must have been released by Mr. Anonymous.

no doubt.

Locke can also confirm one thing, that is, Mr. Anonymous, this is completely using him with a gun, and it is still one of the kind of people who sit on the mountain and watch tigers fight, and can still make money.

Is a drawing of an MI6 building worth five million?

no kidding.

This value cannot be said to be worthless, or it can be said to be a waste of paper. If Locke wants information about London, he will definitely go to the Russians.

Compared with the British, the Russians know the British and their affairs better.

Most importantly, he is here to make money.

This is also the reason why Locke called the Red Devils. However, Locke did not tell the Red Devils that his goal this time was MI6. He just said that if London needs something, he will get it at one time.

He wanted to go to ICA.

Pity.

He didn't know where the door of ICA was. Fortunately, he knew where the door of MI6 was.

This is enough.

You are blackmailing my friends and trying to get me out.

Then I will threaten MI6, but I want to see if your ICA will come out.

Locke looked at the information sent to his tablet, watched, and raised his head: "Red Devil, you should know that the money for purchasing intelligence is not included in my reward."

The Red Devil smiled and said, "My friend, if you can bring me three documents from this room, I am willing to give you another million."

"which room?"

"this."

Locke looked at a room on the third floor pointed by the Red Devils, and nodded: "Yes, that is, the three documents here, and the hard disk of ICA, right."

The Red Devil nodded and said, "That's right, that's right, I'll pay 10 million as a reward."

Locke smiled: "Okay, I'll try my best!"

With the Red Devils, I just want to do more tasks. After all, it is not easy to go abroad once.

and……

Locke didn't plan to stay in London for a long time. It was in the snake skin operation. It was the king's way to solve it early and go home early. In another month, it will be Christmas again.

In two days, playing a big movie scene is enough!

Next to the Thames, in a building known to the world.

"Unparalleled Assassin!"

"Sex: Male."

"Name unknown, age unknown, identity unknown!"

"Love the Audi R8!"

"It first appeared in 2002, then in New York in 2004, and so far, most of its time has been in New York State."

"The Peerless Assassin Killer has always liked to kill with a notice, claiming that he never kills innocent people."

"..."

"enough."

Mrs. M couldn't help but look up when she heard the words of the assistant: "I didn't ask you to read his resume, I mean, did we catch this unparalleled assassin?"

The assistant opened his mouth, then shook his head wisely.

If the Peerless Assassin could catch it, he would have been caught long ago, and he would have to wait until now.

Mrs. M looked a little ugly.

She just got some bad news. The defense map of her building was directly exposed on the dark web. Although it was acquired in the shortest possible time, anyone with a discerning eye could see at a glance that part of the defense map given was that building. Drawings of the building.

Mrs. M dialed the phone towards Mr. Anonymous again.

This time, it turned off directly.

"Salama..."

Mrs. M made a rare irritable sentence, resisting the urge to smash the phone, and dialed the phone to the ICA office.

The call is connected.

"Good job you three idiots!"

After Mrs. M got through the call, she couldn't help it any longer: "This is what you said, the plan to let the CIA give up, this is what you said, no one will accept this reward?"

Mr. I on the other end of the phone said in a normal tone: "Mrs. M, relax, this is not New York, this is London, London, our site!"

Mrs. M said directly: "Have you found the unparalleled assassin?"

Mr. I said: "I am looking for ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He is very cunning, but we have his video data, as long as he appears, we will definitely be found by us. London is the city with the most cameras in the world. ."

No one can disappear out of thin air in London.

London is known as the city of cameras, and this nickname is not a random choice.

"Shet!"

After Mrs. M hung up the phone, she called Anonymous again, and got a reply that the phone was turned off again. Finally, she couldn't help but threw her phone towards the wall: "Sheet!"

at this time.

"Drip drip!"

Mrs. M grabbed the phone on the desk, a little grumpy: "What's the matter."

The female assistant sitting outside was silent for a while, and said quickly: "Madam, there is a person called Wushuang who called without an appointment, but he said that if he calls, you must be interested in answering, he is on the second. String."

Peerless?

Mrs. M was stunned for a moment, hummed with a calm expression, and then transferred the call from Line 2.

"Hello."

"Mrs. M!"

Wushuang's voice rang directly on the phone: "I think you should know who I am by now."

Mrs. M was expressionless: "What do you want?"

"ICA!"

"what?"

"No way, Mrs. M. The information I found all said that ICA is inextricably linked with your MI6, so I can only come to you. I hope you can break the news."

"I do not understand……"

"Mrs. M, I'm not here to ask you for help. On the contrary, I'm here to give you multiple-choice questions. You now have two choices!"

"..."