A Certain Marvel Super Player

Chapter 362: 1st leading party

"grown ups."

Assistant Dolan pushed the door and walked in. Looking at the thirty-sixth generation Dolan behind the desk, he gave up his seat and said, "They are here."

Thirty-sixth Dolan hummed and looked up.

next second.

Thirty-six generations of Dolan were dumbfounded.

coming?

Who is here?

It's not them that the old man asked you to bring.

Thirty-six generations of Dolan's thoughts turned sharply, his pupils dilated, and he exclaimed!

"dark……"

"boom!"

"Bang!"

Carrie's right hand moved towards Dolan of the Thirty-Sixth generation who almost jumped up from the seat in fright, and her left hand was as if pinching a chick. The assistant lifted the volley up.

moment.

Thirty-six generations of Dolan, and the Dolan assistant, both held their necks tightly with both hands, as if they were fighting wits and courage with the air.

Click.

With a shake of his right hand, Locke took out a large lock and locked the door from the inside. Then, he turned around and raised his eyebrows at Assistant Dolan, who was hanging in the air.

"Ahhhh!"

Locke laughed in surprise and looked at Assistant Dolan: "Why did you get hung up?"

Assistant Dolan blushed.

Locke turned his head to look at Carrie and said with a smile, "They brought us up with kindness and kindness, and we can't take revenge for kindness."

Carrie understood, and withdrew her left hand.

Boom!

Assistant Dolan, like a soft-footed shrimp, landed on the equally valuable floor with a squeak. Then, he released his hands, pressed the floor, and while breathing heavily, he coughed violently.

Locke walked over to Assistant Dolan.

squat.

pat on the back.

Locke's tone was as if he cared about a good friend of his own. He patted Assistant Dolan on the back, looked at Assistant Dolan whose coughing gradually slowed down, and said with a smile, "How is it, is it better?"

Assistant Dolan seems to be a little empty, but his complexion has gradually improved.

at this time.

dong dong dong!

It seems that people outside heard the unusual coughing sound inside and found something. When they were about to push the door, they found that the door could not be opened, and the big lock was smashed against the door panel with force.

"Priest!"

"grown ups."

"Pope Dolan!"

"..."

Dolan... the Pope?

Hearing a title from outside, Locke raised his head and looked at the only thirty-sixth Dolan who was lifted up in the air by Carrie. The corners of his mouth rose: "I don't know yet, is there such a title?"

The thirty-sixth generation Dolan's face was flushed, and he seemed to be suffocating.

"hehe."

Locke smiled and looked at Carrie: "Go, do what you want, I'm here, chat with this assistant."

He had promised Carrie that there was also a Dolan Church in New York. All the persecution of witches originated from this Dolan Church. The New Orleans case and the endless witch bones in Lake Riley were all because of Dolan. church.

now……

It's time to pay off the debt.

Carrie looked at Locke and nodded.

next second.

boom!

Carrie turned around, her eyes looked at the smashed door, the magic power surged, and in an instant, the door that was three meters high and covered with gold paint flew out in parallel.

In an instant.

The Dolans who swarmed to the gate and tried to break the door to save people, the man standing behind the gate, unable to dodge, was directly smashed by the parallel blasted gate, banging, and slapped it abruptly on the wall across the corridor.

Flat!

"Boom!"

Carrie walked out of the room, raised her head, Syndra's crown appeared directly, her hands spread out, and five dark orbs appeared directly.

boom!

The Dolan cultists who came up from the stairs, saw the thirty-sixth generation of Dolan being pulled in mid-air, their expressions suddenly changed, and then, looking at Carrie, the weapon in their hands was Qi Fired swiftly.

only……

When the densely packed bullets were about to approach Carrie, the five dark orbs quickly began to rotate around the suspended Carrie. With the sound of clanging, the bullets that hit Carrie were instantly shot down by the dark orbs. , and then, in all directions, scattering out.

In an instant!

The entire corridor, screaming and screaming constantly!

But it's not Carrie's, it's the unlucky guy who was shot several times by his own people!

puff.

A believer couldn't dodge, his body froze, and he looked down at his chest. Before he had time to think about it, the back of his head hurt, and the moment his mouth just opened, with a bang, his whole head exploded like a ripe watermelon. .

"what!"

"Fake!"

"Don't shoot, Shet!"

"Call the police, call the police!"

"..."

In the thirty-sixth generation of Dolan's office, Locke looked at the Dolan congregation who were screaming and howling in the corridor, and then he couldn't help laughing when he heard one of them.

Call the police?

When you found out that you were going to die, did you know that you were going to the police station?

Why did you go early?

Locke thought so in his heart, looking at the Dolan clergy who fell down one after another in the corridor, his eyes flickered, he didn't have any sympathy for these people's loss of life, but just sighed that he was worthy of being a big client of hell.

Put it this way.

Locke felt that sometimes, the performance he completed in one day accounted for one-third of the performance that Hell needed to complete every day.

Mephisto should give himself a treat.

For example, the VIP passage into and out of **** or something.

boom!

In the corridor, it was a mess, and the Dolan Cultists were all over the place!

Carrie raised her head, broke open the roof directly, and flew out with the thirty-sixth generation Dolan. Although the Dolan Church conducted the cleansing and trial of witches in secret, Carrie would not do this.

next second.

Locke listened to the exclamations and screams and shouts coming from outside, smashed his mouth, came back to his senses, and looked at Assistant Dolan, who was shivering under his feet, holding his head, and looked like an ostrich. A leather sofa over there: "Come on, let's talk."

Assistant Dolan, holding his head, shivered.

"did not hear it?"

Locke had already turned and leaned on the sofa, with his legs crossed, looking at the Dolan ostrich who was still in the same place as a hatching egg, and smiled: "I was saying something, if you don't get up, then you go to hell."

The words just fell.

A scream came out, and Dolan ostrich jumped up from the floor like a spring, and then, with nowhere to put his hands, he swung his hands, staring at Locke with the same ugly expression on his face as his dead mother. .

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"Smile!"

"……hehe."

"..."

Locke looked at the stiff expression on his face, and laughed. It really didn't look like his mother had died. He looked like a Dolan ostrich who had died in his entire family. He sighed, and pointed to the sofa next to him without demanding anything :"sit!"

"No...don't dare!"

"Then you want to die?"

"No!"

Dolan Ostrich shivered and said a word, and then, with a bang, he sat on the sofa of Locke's fingers, and the sitting posture was the most correct one he ever dared to swear.

"That's right."

Locke said with a smile, looked at the wine cabinet in Dolan's office in the thirty-sixth generation, shook his head, and took out his Thunder Bourbon from his inventory.

Every bottle of wine here is not rare, nor will he drink it.

after all……

From a certain point of view, every bottle of wine here is stained with the blood of witches, and as an ally of the witches of Salem, as well as the behind-the-scenes boss of the entire Salem, drinking such wine is like the kind of [official] When you are about to fight to the death, why did Your Majesty come down first! ] Somewhat similar.

"Come on, have a drink!"

"no thanks."

Dolan Ostrich looked at the fine wine that was handed over like a friend. Just when he was about to reject it on the grounds that the Dolan cultists banned alcohol, he saw Locke's squinted eyes quivering. He quickly took the cup and took a sip.

Then……

He coughed violently.

Seeing this, Locke laughed.

Dolan Ostrich's face turned even redder.

Locke shook his head, leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, took a sip of wine, looked at the man who lowered his head, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then grabbed the trembling Dolan ostrich with both hands: "I asked, you said, after asking , I'll give you a way of life, a way of life in every sense."

After all, Doran Ostrich was a leading party.

If even the leading party is killed, the implication is not very good. The most important point is that this is the first leading party, but it will never be the last, so the first one cannot be killed no matter what.

not to mention……

There is no witch blood on this guy, and the thirty-sixth generation has been brought out by Carrie, tied to a shelf, ready to execute the witch's ruling, so if this guy answers like this, leave it alive, the problem is not very large.

really.

When Dolan Ostrich heard this, he couldn't help but look at Locke. In his eyes, the instinctual fire of hope was blazing brightly.

"You have no jokes!"

"..."

Although the dimensional **** is not the real god, no matter how it is, the dimensional **** is definitely equal to or higher than the **** of the human world, not to mention that his energy is endless, there is no need to plunder other dimensions, with the time. As time goes by, the dimension will grow up by itself, so it is normal to call yourself a king!

Locke then looked at the Dolan ostrich.

"your name."

"Louis, Martin Lewis!"

"Nice name."

Locke nodded, looked at Dolan's ostrich, no, looked at Martin Lewis, smiled and said, "How long have you been following Dolan for thirty-six generations?"

Martin Lewis swallowed: "Ten years!"

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at Martin Lewis, who was not very old: "How old are you?"

"twenty!"

"... Since the age of ten?"

"……Yes."

"Ten years old...what can I do?"

"..."

After Locke said this sentence ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ looked at Martin Lewis curiously, and then saw that Martin Lewis' face became rosy and shiny.

Immediately after.

humiliation!

anger!

Unwilling!