A Certain Marvel Super Player

"Fake!"

"Fake!"

"Fake!"

In the speeding car, his face was covered in blood, and the bullseye Lester, who was like a ghost, was still able to move, but his swollen left hand slapped the steering wheel. out.

Miscalculated.

Totally miscalculated.

Bullseye Lester originally thought that this was a very simple task, and it was so simple that he only charged gold and a starting price of $100,000 for this task.

at the moment?

This is no longer a question of whether the loss is serious or not, it is all about whether he can save his life.

"If not..."

Bullseye Lester panted hard, lowered his head, looked at a slowly decaying piece of wood in his neck, raised his head, and looked intently at the looming Greenwood Cemetery in front of him: "It's coming, it's coming."

He felt like he was going to die.

Look up in the rearview mirror.

into the eye.

A man who was pulled down from his right eye to the corner of his mouth, showing a visible wound. It looks like his entire face has been cut in half. His face is disgusting. The zombies in the movie seem to be better than him.

He should be dead.

but……

In his neck, the slowly decaying wooden sign protected him, and if he had not been rescued after the wooden sign completely decayed, then he would really die.

This wooden card is not his adventure, but the payment he paid in advance for another order he received.

Right now, he is rushing to that person's residence, and only he can save him in time when he is about to report to hell.

Moreover, Bullseye is very sure that this person will definitely save him, because who asked him, every month, according to the other party's requirements, to send the soul that the other party needs at a fixed time.

And that person is the caretaker who lives in Greenwood Cemetery.

William Brewers!

bang.

Bullseye Lester felt that as the wooden sign decayed, he was about to go to **** to report, and his soul, who was about to leave the body, couldn't help but stepped on the accelerator, once again increased the speed, and then, with a whistling, He drove straight into the Greenwood Cemetery Park.

"Ok?"

Following in the distance, the main body is looking after Gwen, but Locke, who just came over to clone, saw the direction Bullseye was driving, and he couldn't help but raised his eyebrows, wondering if he should get his main body over.

after all.

The clone is just a good-looking porcelain doll, and it doesn't have any other special abilities other than the skills he has mastered.

Simply put.

A clone is just a look.

but……

Go check it out.

Locke thought for a while, and the moment he got out of the car, another clone appeared, drove directly, and drove the vehicle quickly towards Carrie's house.

After all he told George that the Audi R8 had just been loaned to Carrie.

"interesting."

The corners of Locke's mouth rose slightly: "George is wrong, it's not Jin Bing, but the shabby dimensional gods living on earth who are behind the scenes?"

think carefully.

It seems that this conjecture is correct.

In a word.

Locke couldn't imagine the reason for Jin and doing this. After all, George's status and identity were there. If George was still a little police detective, Jin and did it.

But George is the senior superintendent of the NYPD.

Not a cat or a dog.

Moreover, Jin Bing is a smart person. He knows how to deal with these dignitaries. Besides, Jin Bing has been so prosperous for so many years, and he has not left any direct contact with him at all. criminal evidence, would you foolishly make such a mistake?

If Kim didn't act because George was investigating him, so be it.

But George is on the Gucci family.

Therefore, Locke felt that it might be because George was too angry and lost his mind.

And Locke, after seeing this guy drive into the Greenwood Cemetery and thinking of the dilapidated dimensional **** in his mind, he suddenly felt that this dimensional **** was the most suspicious.

Purpose……

Want Gwen's soul?

For a dimensional god, for any dimensional god, the soul is always the fundamental law for the development and expansion of its dimension. The more souls there are, the stronger its dimensional heritage.

Except, of course, Locke's M78 Nebula.

After all, Locke has relied on his own efforts to turn himself from a bull to Rome. After the M78 Nebula dimension was backdoored, he was born in Rome from the very beginning. As long as there is enough time and enough points, an upgrade is not a piece of work. What a difficult thing to come.

Locke now seriously suspects that it was this shabby dimensional god. After seeing him and Gwen at the time, he had a bad idea, but he felt that he could not deal with him, so he sent someone to deal with Gwen first.

After all, with the transition of Locke's life level, Gwen's life state may not have changed, but its core, in fact, has also changed.

Put it this way.

Have you ever seen the woman of the gods, an ordinary mortal?

Have it?

Even if he was a mortal at the beginning, over time, in the movement, he is no longer a mortal.

so……

Locke felt that this possibility was the greatest.

Don't look at the dimensional gods with the word "God", but there are actually quite a few dimensional gods with simple minds and developed limbs. The witch heart demon is a good example. Not a few.

In a word.

Western gods don't pay attention to my fate, but to fate.

God, not by struggle, but by fate.

You are a god, from the moment you were born.

You are mortal, given you endless years, you will not cross this level.

Look at the ancient one to know.

Gu Yi hangs up countless dimensional gods and beats them violently. The corpses of the dimensional gods killed by Gu Yi, the number of demon **** corpses revolving around the solar system is probably not a hundred or hundreds of thousands.

But Gu Yi is still an extraordinary life in essence, and he has not even broken through the category of dimensional gods. Locke thinks, it is estimated that this is why Gu Yi died at that time, and many dimensions were not surprised at all.

After all, the ancient one is powerful, that is, an extraordinary life, and is far from free from the law of death.

Locke thought so, stopped, and then looked up at the brightly lit hut that Gwen and Gwen had seen before.

at the door of the hut.

As if Locke had guessed, the car that had just driven in from the outside stopped straight at the door of the hut.

"Pfft!"

The bullseye Lester, whose face was full of blood, and the blood was still ticking, did not choose to enter the wooden house just after getting out of the car. The stairs went down, and then, into the basement, it seemed, was a burning room.

next second.

Bullseye lowered his head and looked at the wooden sign at the neck, which had just decayed by two-thirds. The moment he entered the basement, it stopped decaying, as if time had stopped. He couldn't help breathing a sigh of relief.

Then.

After Bullseye walked in, he saw the man in a suit, who was meticulously running the incinerator in the middle of the night, staring at the roaring flames in the furnace, his mouth seemed to be muttering something, and then, from time to time, suddenly came After William Brewers, whose soul wailed, hurriedly walked over: "Hurry up and save me."

William Blueworth returned to his senses, glanced at the now-disgusting Bullseye, shook his head, moved his right foot, a toolbox was kicked directly in front of Bullseye, his face was full of disgust: "This is my site , Hell can't take you away, look at what you look like now, it's so disgusting, sew it for yourself, don't disturb me."

talking.

William Brewworth looked back at the incinerator in front of him and continued, chanting, the shrill cry of the soul, once again, echoed in the basement.

The bullseye over there didn't dare to say anything. He pulled the toolbox over and directly, found a stool by himself, and then with a mirror, looked at himself in the image of the half-cracked woman in his mirror, and took out the toolbox. The sewing kit is started, and the journey of sewing without saying a word begins.

Although he is a half-way monk, he still has the skills that a killer should have.

Like, some simple stitching or something.

Although not very pretty.

Twenty minutes later.

A curved centipede appeared on Bullseye's face.

at this time.

William Brewworth over there seems to be the same as the end of the practice. After cleaning the inside of the incinerator, he closed the incinerator, sniffed the smell of blood and resentment in the room, and opened the pendulum. An air purifier set aside.

As soon as the air purifier was turned on, the green light jumped directly to the red light, and then it started to work at full speed with a wind speed of 100.

William Brewworth was expressionless, took the wet towel, wiped his hands, walked over, sat up, and looked at the bullseye over there: "Tea?"

talking.

William Brewworth didn't wait for Bullseye to speak, he was already making tea for himself.

English tea.

Bullseye opened his mouth, gasping for breath.

William Brewworth pushed an English tea in front of Bullseye~www.wuxiamtl.com~ took a sip of his own cup of tea, and then said: "A high-quality soul, you are from Where did you find it?"

Bullseye panted: "I almost died."

William Brewworth smiled and said, "Bring this soul to me, don't worry, you won't die. After all, you are my soul reaper. For the time being, I have no idea to replace you."

Bullseye looked up at William Brewworth.

but……

Before Bullseye could speak.

William Brewworth had already raised his head and looked at the figure slowly walking out of the darkness.

"Yes?"

Locke put his hands in his pockets, walked out of the darkness expressionlessly, looked at William Brewworth: "What if I want him to die?"

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