A Certain Marvel Super Player

Standing not far away, Locke, who lowered his sense of existence indefinitely and showed himself as Cain, listened to Gwen's sudden words from a distance, and it took a while to understand the meaning of Gwen's words.

without him.

Gwen may think that Madison's breed views are the same as his, and they belong to the kind of personality that he doesn't like when he sees black stains, so he says that Madison and him have a common language.

Locke shook his head speechlessly.

He doesn't discriminate against breed, but, as it happens, he doesn't really like black breeds.

Just like some people are allergic to pollen, and he happens to be allergic to black breeds.

That's all!

Locke thought so in his heart, turned around, and prepared to play.

"dog Dog Dog!"

"Up, up, up!"

Over there, after killing the voodoo doll Queenie to prevent her from committing suicide, the officers of the New Orleans Police Department regrouped and planned to continue to break in.

at this time.

Bang!

A huge wind and waves swept out directly from the voodoo queen's room, like a tenth-level gust of wind, directly blowing up a dozen police officers who were planning to attack again.

Even a few police officers weighing 180 pounds were like this.

next second.

Just like the sound of dumplings, it rang incessantly, and there were a few lighter police officers who slammed into the police car with bad luck.

Click.

Police car glass shattered.

"dad!"

"Gwen?"

George, who was inside the cordon, looked at Gwen who raised his hand to call him outside, walked over, and said solemnly: "Gwen, leave, this is..."

George's words did not fall.

Gwen has hurriedly interrupted: "Dad, there lives a voodoo queen, a voodoo witch who knows magic and is as powerful as the Dark Head of State."

Originally, Gwen looked at the voodoo doll who was thrown into the street when she appeared, and thought that the voodoo witch was just like that.

but……

Zoe and Madison told her that wasn't the case.

at this time.

An Audi R8 approaches from a distance.

Landing!

get off.

Locke walked to Gwen: "Gwen, why did you come here."

talking.

Locke and George in the cordon nodded.

Seeing this, George waved his hand: "Locke, take Gwen out of here, it's very dangerous here."

Locke nodded.

"Locke, the voodoo queen lives there, and Nan seems to be there too."

"...Nan?"

"Well, Nan was brought out by Fiona at noon. We followed Nan's breath and came here, but..."

"Nan's breath seems to be gone."

"..."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Nan is in that room?

How could he not know?

Locke's thoughts turned sharply. At the very least, when he was in the room just now, there was no Nan's breath, at least, he was not alive.

Nan is dead?

"Jingle Bell!"

"Hey."

"……Are you joking?"

"..."

Locke and Gwen looked at George who was on the phone inside the cordon.

One second, George couldn't help laughing, and the next second, his expression instantly became solemn, he hummed twice, and then hung up the phone.

next second.

George and the two guards guarding the cordon pointed at Locke and Gwen and nodded, indicating that they could come in, and then went directly to Cope.

after awhile.

Under the order of Cope, the officers of the New Orleans Police Department directly surrounded the house from all sides, giving up the third storm they had just prepared to organize.

"Go ahead, little girl."

George returned to Locke and the others, looked at Gwen with a serious expression: "Queen of Voodoo, how did you know?"

Oops!

Gwen blinked and looked at the serious George: "Dad, just now, who is calling?"

She didn't want to hide it from George, but if she told George, it would break her agreement with Locke. Once George knew about the Witch Academy, then he would know the story of the Witch Academy and the CIA, and later, he would know that Locke is actually still A secret CIA agent.

This is not good.

So, Gwen felt that instead of revealing Locke's identity, it was better to keep Dad in the dark.

Ok.

Gwen's thoughts turned sharply, and she looked at George with clear eyes.

George felt that he could no longer look directly at the words "clear eyes".

Blame this wild boar.

Seeing Gwen changing the subject, George looked like he didn't want to talk, and glared at Locke next to him, and then his eyes fell on the car that was never far away.

Locke was bewildered by George's stare.

Gwen doesn't tell you, what does it have to do with me, if you ask me, I will definitely say.

but……

No need for Locke.

Because, Maria Hill, and Mr. Anonymous have arrived in tandem.

George frowned, looking at Maria Hill and Anonymous who arrived one after the other, hehe smiled and said, "Why, I don't find it strange at all to see the two of them?"

Mr. Anonymous laughed and shook hands with George: "I was quite curious to see Superintendent Stacy here. When did Superintendent Stacy transfer to New Orleans?"

George said: "On vacation, meet friends, just have a case, come and help."

Anonymous smiled and said, "It turns out that, so do I."

You are a ghost, you bad old man, very bad.

George directly gave Anonymous a 'do you see my letter' look, and looked at Maria Hill: "So, Ms. Hill also happened to come here to travel?"

Hill shook his head.

have a look.

No wonder you CIA people are full of lies, and the most basic trust between people is lost.

George thought so in his heart, turned his head to look at Anonymous, and wanted Anonymous to learn from Hill.

...what about people?

George was stunned for a moment, turned around, and squinted his eyes when he saw Anonymous, who had walked in front of Locke again, and seemed to have a heart for Locke.

This wild boar already has a master.

"Supervisor Stacy."

"Director Hill."

George returned to his senses and looked in front of him, who already belonged to a real person in his mind, Maria Hill.

Hill looked around: "Superintendent Stacy, this case involves extraordinary power. Too many people know about it, and it's not good."

"Supernatural? The voodoo witch you said on the phone?"

"right."

Hill looked honest, not hiding anything: "Our professionals will be here soon."

George listened to Hill's words: "Professionals, who?"

Hill smiled and said, "Superintendent Stacy, my goal is the same as yours, to rescue the baby girl who was taken away by the Voodoo Queen, isn't it?"

George nodded. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Hill's words seemed to be foreshadowing.

next second.

"Thick Shet!"

"The head of darkness?"

"I buy it!"

There was a burst of exclamations from behind.

George turned to look.

into the eye.

A thud.

A pair of long boots abruptly landed, and then, wearing a black trench coat, white silk dangling shoulders, with a slightly exaggerated headgear, his eyes were full of purple Syndra.

George's eyes narrowed.

Draw your gun.

"do not……"

"Supervisor Stacy."

Hill appeared directly in front of George, as if he was blocking George with his body as a shield, and said solemnly: "Professional people, do professional things."

George took a deep breath and suddenly understood that the dark head of state in front of his feelings was the professional in Hill's mouth.

But think about it.

...that shit!

George narrowed his eyes and said solemnly, "She is a criminal!"

Hill shook his head: "Not convicted, as far as I know, the NYPD has no plans to prosecute Ms. Syndra."

"That's because we can't catch her."

"Ms. Syndra is here to help today."

Hill shook his head and smiled and said, "I think, Superintendent Stacy, you would think that rescuing a baby is more important than catching someone who has not been convicted."

George: "..."

The reason Hill asked Carrie to help was simple.

Some people have said that if you want to get closer to a person as soon as possible, it is not about doing something for that person, but asking that person to do something for you.

Giving is always more impressive than receiving.

Hill agreed with it. She remembered that when she was training at Quantico, she thought it was from the CIA, and the teacher who taught her fighting told her.

Copp over there looked at several colleagues who were traumatized by the fall that was blown directly under the storm just now, and then looked at Carrie who fell from the sky. He did not choose to arrest as George did, but said in a pleasing tone: " Don't kill her!"

Killing her is too cheap for her.

Carrie seemed to have seen through Cope's mental activities, nodded, spread her hands, and directly lifted into the air. In an instant, magic swarmed out, turning into a purple cloud and rushing directly towards the voodoo queen's wooden house.

"damn it!"

At the moment when the magic power collided, the voodoo queen who was hiding in the house shouted: "You are not a Salem witch!"

The witches of Salem cannot possess such domineering magic power.

ruthless.

Even, there is a feeling of swallowing her magic.

"Bang!"

Carrie's right hand, a dark orb directly condensed, and when her left hand moved, a baby swaddle landed directly on her left hand, and then the dark orb in her right hand came out directly: "Boom!"

The small dark orb was bombarding the house, directly breaking a **** hole, revealing the inside, and was busy drawing a voodoo magic circle on the ground~www.wuxiamtl.com~ A voodoo witch ready to summon her power supplier.

The Voodoo Queen looked at the big hole and couldn't help but look up.

Four eyes facing each other.

Boom!

Carrie directly suppressed the voodoo queen with the powerful mental shock of her magic power. The latter rolled her eyes and rumbled, her sea of ​​consciousness was shattered, and she fell to the ground, bleeding from her seven orifices.

next second.

Carrie handed the baby in her left hand to a nearby policewoman, then raised her head, and with a bang, like a superman, she disappeared directly in place.

Gwen, who was standing with Zoe and Madison, raised his head, looked in the direction Carrie left, and looked at the back of his hand with a thoughtful look.

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