A Certain Marvel Super Player

call out!

call out!

call out!

After Locke entered the hall, not far away, the soldiers swept to the stairwell the moment they opened fire, and then, without looking, walked directly towards the stairs upstairs.

If you want to open Wushuang, it will not be too late to wait until the task is completed.

"stand……"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Locke raised his right hand slightly, didn't even look at it, and continued to move towards the third floor.

The gun popped out of his chest, and the soldier who pushed open the door from the escape room on the second floor fell down before he could say a complete sentence.

at this time.

Boom.

Locke looked at the thing that rolled downstairs, raised his eyebrows, made two puffs, and directly opened the escape channel on the third floor. When he walked into the third floor, which seemed to be a swimming pool, behind him, there was an explosion accompanied by screams. sound came.

The soldiers who came up from the first and second floors were blown up by their own sweet potatoes.

but……

"He's here!"

"Fire!"

"shot."

"Puff puff!"

Locke hurriedly dodged towards the stairs beside him.

"Come on!"

"Shet!"

"He ran up."

"quick!"

A group of people ran to the door where Locke had just dodged and left, and just pulled the door handle, the next second, there was a loud bang, and the entire floor of the third floor disappeared directly from the ceiling of the second floor.

call out!

Locke grabbed the Peerless Divine Soldier who flew back after the explosion, laughed, and continued forward, doing the same, accompanied by a few deafening roars.

This building has no stairs.

Standing in the escape room on the eighth floor and looking down, puff puff, several soldiers who survived the death raised their guns, seemed to see themselves, and fired incompetently and furiously.

"So easy?"

Locke opened the door, thinking in his heart, and then saw the three identical-looking killers standing at the door of the glass office, and suddenly smiled: "No surprise!"

Every little boss likes to send a few mobs when others hit him in the face.

Very normal.

The three numbered killers put on a fighting expression with no expression on their faces.

The smile on Locke's face grew even brighter.

next second.

Shoot!

No matter the age, if he could blast this place with remote-controlled missiles at home, no one else would be in London.

One inch long, one inch strong!

but……

"boom!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

After three shots were fired, the three serial killers all looked up in unison, but, unlike the others, they threw themselves into the street after being shot.

Rather...

Locke looked suspiciously at the silver-white substance on the foreheads of the three serial killers, and seemed to think of something: "Titanium body armor under the skin?"

Isn't this thing still experimental?

Finished product out?

Last year, it was rumored in the killer industry that this blowing was fantastic, but in fact, it is to inject nano-robots under the skin in the form of liquid, and then cover your whole body, and even improve your reaction ability.

The valuation given by the Red Devils at that time, if this can really be successful, then, one needle can be sold for two million, perhaps, far more than that.

But Locke didn't care.

Locke used to have tenacity, but now he has a body of steel. Moreover, this thing is said to be high-tech. In fact, the technology is too low-end. Moreover, the defensive performance of this product is actually not as good as advertised.

do not forget.

Cells can produce systems on their own.

The nanoworms that make up the subcutaneous body armor have no way to replenish themselves. That is to say, if you want the subcutaneous titanium body armor to work at all times, you may need to take a shot after you have finished one vote.

Disadvantages are obvious, the price is too low.

"Boom!"

Locke also took his left hand from the back waist, and then, with two guns in his hand, instantly aimed at a killer and fired directly!

The two killers next to him quickly dodged.

but!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Locke banged a pistol directly at the head of the numbered killer who was standing in front of him, and the golden dancer in his right hand threw bullets one after another like a dance, directly knocking down the bullets coming towards him. bullet.

"Boom!"

As if a fragile string was broken, in front of him, the killer who took Locke's entire magazine in one second, his eyes widened, and a large window on his forehead was very conspicuous, those nano-worms invisible to the naked eye. After trying to fix it and finding that there are not enough of them, it also seems to crash.

"Look."

Locke turned around and looked at the numbered killer who was also concerned by the golden dancers, thinking he was hiding behind the cover, and took the numbered killer they had absolutely no way to do: "It seems that my firepower is strong enough."

talking.

Locke walked to the back of the bunker and stared at the two. There was an empty titanium body armor under the skin, but he was still directly on the numbered killer who had his head blown off.

No problem this time.

Locke raised his eyebrows, turned around, and walked towards the glass partitioned office.

After entering.

Surrounded by glass mirrors on all sides.

Looking around, it seems that there are countless Locke.

On the ground, on the corridors on both sides, and even on the ceiling, there are Locke's appearance.

"This person..."

Looking at the decoration style, Locke was unable to complain: "Either you have a perverted heart, or there is a problem in your heart."

Who in normal would think of using mirrors as walls?

Except for the haunted house.

"Quack quack!"

"..."

Locke looked up at the place where the sound was made with a look that was as expected, but unfortunately, he was wearing sunglasses, and no one could see his eyes under the sunglasses: "ICA, you are more difficult to find."

"But you found it anyway."

"luck!"

Locke licked his tongue with a light expression: "I need a sum of money, just right, you are worth 30 million, and it also meets my order requirements."

Mr. C snorted coldly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it."

Locke smiled and said, "I have always had a good appetite."

Mr. C's words changed: "Mr. Wushuang, if you leave now, we can give you 30 million, and even if you bring Locke Broughton, I can give you an additional 30 million, how about it?"

"real?"

"Of course!"

"good."

"……what?"

Locke seemed to have found the location of the monitoring, and looked over: "Okay, I'll take this list."

Mr. C and Mrs. A looked at each other.

next second.

Mr. C frowned and looked at Locke who was being monitored: "Are you kidding me?"

Locke shook his head, walked into the surveillance camera, took out the U quietly, and connected it to the interface on the back of the camera: "I'm serious, I'm just taking the order, I haven't paid for it yet, if you call me now If the deposit is 15 million, I promise, I will definitely take your order."

Mr. C looked at Mrs. A next to him, who shook his head.

Unparalleled Assassin, taking orders, has never changed the order.

"You fool me!"

"no."

"Unparalleled Assassin, the last thing you should do is to step on it when you know it's a trap."

Mr. C seemed to temporarily break away from the villain role after taking a look at Mrs. A, and BB directly pressed the switch on the table.

Boom!

Boom!

Both sides of the glass corridor were instantly closed.

"quack!"

Mr. C's laughter was as harsh as a drake: "Unparalleled Assassin, that's all."

talking room.

With a bang, the sealed corridor was filled with purple and strange smoke. After waiting for a while, after the smoke dissipated, the unparalleled assassin was lying on the corridor with sores on his head and pus on his feet.

"Hahaha."

"call!"

Mrs. A, who had been holding her heart by the side, could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw such a picture, and then said with a look of resentment: "That **** Locke Broughton, find him and turn him into a subordinate. A doll."

Mr. C smiled, took out a cigar, and lit it: "What kind of unparalleled assassin, the Federalist is the Federalist, honestly likes to brag, I think, this is an arrogant assassin."

It's a shame that he thought the peerless assassin was so powerful.

MI6 again.

It's Mrs. C's nest again.

Then, even more swaggeringly attacked him directly from the front?

Mr. C has already made a series of preparations.

result……

That's it?

This is gone?

good guy.

Mr. C shook his head speechlessly, grabbed the phone next to him, and dialed.

soon.

The call is connected.

"it's me."

"The trouble has been resolved."

"I'm sure."

"Let them stay away and wait for us to leave."

"good."

Mr. C hung up the phone directly and looked at Mrs. A: "It's time for us to leave."

Although the Peerless Assassin is dead, the real trouble has just begun. This time, the Peerless Assassin completely exposed one of their offices, and even moved an office directly.

Mrs. A got up, put on a coat, and looked at the monitor inadvertently from the corner of the light: "Wait."

Mr. C's side has reopened the door of the safe house~www.wuxiamtl.com~ After listening to Mrs. A's words behind him, he didn't turn his head: "Go..."

Mrs. A's eyes widened, looking at Locke, who disappeared without a trace in the surveillance, and quickly raised her head: "Wait, Wushuangthorn..."

Like Mr. C who had just Kagg, Mrs. A has Kagg again.

without him.

Locke was using a golden dancer, holding Mr. C's head, smiling, walking into the safe room from the messy but silent office.

Boom!

Locke also closed the door, and after the door was closed, even the top locksmith came to this safe house, and it was impossible to open it from the outside, even if it was forcibly opened, at least It also takes half an hour to cut.

"enough."

Locke silently thought about the time it would take later, looked at Mr. C and Mrs. A here, showing a smile, looked at the safe house with beds, sofas and even surveillance and smiled: "Two, please sit down. !"