A Certain Marvel Super Player

"Did it go well?"

"Okay!"

The next day, at New Haven Airport, after getting off the plane from New York, Locke seamlessly entered another private plane and saw the anonymous man sitting in a chair reading a newspaper.

Mr. Anonymous said, "I thought it would be hard to believe your future father-in-law."

Locke sat down, ordered a glass of bourbon, unbuttoned himself, heard Mr. Anonymous's words, smiled, and said, "Gwen is here to help me."

Anonymous shook his head and said, "Actually, in this industry, the fewer people you know, the better."

In general.

Locke has failed.

After all, the first element of an agent is secrecy.

but…

Locke is an exception, and Mr. Anonymous also has an idea to recruit Gwen and make Gwen a researcher under Langley, but this is just an idea.

Locke took the bourbon handed over by the flight attendant, took a sip, and spread his hands just like the last time he talked to Mr. Anonymous: "The foundation of trust is that there are no secrets, just like, I don't have any secrets to hide from you. , Mr. Anonymous."

Mr. Anonymous was already immune to this sentence, looked at his watch, nodded with the agent sitting next to him, signaled that the plane could take off, and then looked at Locke: "In short, it's done, I thought , George, you're going to be in trouble."

Locke smiled.

George?

Locke can say that he has unreserved trust in Gwen, plus no secrets.

But George to Helen?

Locke can't say for sure, and, right now, Locke feels that George probably doesn't care about him anymore. It seems that George has found a new target.

During the dinner yesterday, Locke smelled a different smell from George.

Kind of like a blood race.

but…

The taste is poor and cheap.

It must be a vampire.

It seems that during Locke and Gwen's trip to the East, plus, because the Peerless Assassin hasn't appeared for a long time, it seems that George Stacy, the dignified NYPD magnate, has received a vampire-related case.

but.

Locke doesn't worry too much about this, or that sentence, the death of the earth has been taken over by him, what George is doing is nothing more than a death, for others, death is the point, but for George , death, can be said to be a change of living environment.

Exactly!

There is also a shortage of manpower at the Netherworld Police Station. It's just right to die. You can go down early and work for him or something.

Locke thought so, and because of this, George didn't plan to talk to Helen, Locke and Gwen about what he was doing recently, and Locke didn't plan to ask.

Again.

Compared with George's mini-games, Locke is more concerned about how many points he can get in this special agent assessment.

soon.

take off.

"Give!"

"what is this?"

"At the same time as you, it can be regarded as a promising personnel profile like you."

"I thought, you're optimistic, I'm the only one."

"Yes."

After the plane flew smoothly, Mr. Anonymous handed Locke the information that he put aside: "But, you must know, Langley, it's not me who is in charge."

"Who is that?"

Locke took the information and looked at Mr. Anonymous with a smile: "Don't tell me, it's the one from Pennsylvania Avenue, I don't believe it!"

The one on Pennsylvania Avenue, although he can arrange the director of Langley according to his own preferences and wishes.

but…

The director is not for work. The director is used to sit in the office.

In the entire CIA, it is never the director who does things, but the director below the director.

For example, in front of him, Mr. Anonymous with his own hangars, tanks and arsenals.

Mr. Anonymous listened to Locke's ridicule, shook his head and smiled: "You must know that there are not five, but nine of the same level as me in Langley."

Locke smiled and opened the information in his hand.

Four points total.

four people.

Mr. Anonymous said: "Jack Ryan, a patriot, gave up his studies and joined the military after 9/11, was injured in a mission, retired early, and was later killed by one of my seniors. Friend, Hubble Recruit."

Locke looked at Jack Ryan, who looked like Captain Pike in his hand, and smiled: "Everyone will say patriotism, but there is no doubt that the one who can put it into action is a true patriot."

There are many patriots.

However, most patriots talk about being patriotic, but in fact, they are talking about business in their hearts.

Forbid Lenovo!

Locke took out a second photo: "James Clayton, Patriots?"

Mr. Anonymous said: "James Clayton was personally recruited by Walter Burke. Before recruiting, as far as I know, he worked as a bartender in a bar in New York."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "Langley... It's really eclectic to downgrade talents."

Anonymous said with a smile: "But, if he doesn't accept the recruitment, he will receive a call from the Stark Industrial Technology Department three days later and become a top white-collar worker."

Locke put down the photo: "A top white-collar worker is still a wage earner, there is no difference, what about this?"

"Laura Bage, recruited by big data, has a flexible mind, a sharp body, and is a woman!"

"...Is this a specialty?"

"If you can let go, it is indeed a specialty."

"…All right."

Locke opened his mouth, listened to Anonymous's solemn answer, and nodded: "This reason convinced me."

The words fall.

Locke tilted his head, and immediately noticed the last piece of information.

Yo.

acquaintance.

wrong!

It can't be said that they are acquaintances, only that they have had a relationship.

"Mac?"

Locke looked up at Anonymous: "No surname?"

Anonymous glanced and nodded: "She has many names, but her current name is Mace."

Locke smiled: "Many names, strippers?"

Anonymous laughed and said, "She's not a stripper, but if she has to pay her life to undress once, from a certain point of view, she is indeed a stripper."

Locke raised his eyebrows.

"She's a killer!"

Anonymous laughed, then looked at Locke, and said with a smile: "If I had to say, she is the female version of the Peerless Assassin."

The corners of Locke's mouth rose: "Langley is really... eclectic."

patriot.

bartender.

Let go of women.

Female killer.

If you add him as a high school student.

good guy!

No wonder, in recent years, Langley has been pulling his hips more and more in the global spy market, but, fortunately, there is a Mossad who has the most hips in the back.

After all, Mossad is the only spy agency that can be caught on camera directly committing murder in broad daylight.

So, how did Langley pull his hips, and in the end, there was still a Mossad who would use it as a back pad.

but…

"Female version of the Peerless Assassin?"

Locke looked at the picture now called Metz, but in the killer world, it should be called Ava, shook his head and said, "I have also had contact with the unparalleled assassin, but can she be as famous as the unparalleled assassin?"

Insult who?

Mr. Anonymous shrugged and said: "Unfortunately, the Wushuang Assassins have not appeared recently. Originally, the Wushuang Assassins were also recruited by me."

Locke laughed haha: "You can offer a reward like me."

Mr. Anonymous also laughed and said: "This is just an idea, and Langley, not everyone can ask for it."

"You even want the bartender and the killer."

"That's not what I want."

Mr. Anonymous said: "Langley doesn't look like the others, it's monolithic. The people inside are more complicated than the parliament. Personally, I prefer to be clean."

Locke smiled and said, "Like me, with an unobstructed view?"

Anonymous glanced at Locke, who was suspected of boasting and boasting, smiled, and did not answer the topic. Instead, he took out a document from his arms and handed it to Locke: "After the plane lands, I can't follow You, you will go through a series of introductory assessments such as written exams and psychological counseling before you can arrive at the chicken farm."

Locke put aside the list of four students who need attention specially prepared by Anonymous, took the test paper handed over, and frowned: "What is this?"

"In the past few years, the questions and answers of the written examination in the bureau."

Mr. Anonymous said: "The bureau has become more and more lazy over the years. There have been no new questions for a long time. Your memory has always been good. Write down these test papers and answers, and pass the written test. any problem."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "Are you helping me cheat?"

What are you kidding?

I need to cheat?

When I went from Texas to New York, I cheated in that exam, when did I not always take the exam in an upright manner, and then get full marks in an upright manner?

Who are you insulting?

The most important point, you gave me the answer, how do I earn points?

As long as it is an exam, there must be points.

And the system is for nasty, cheating players. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

The most important thing!

I, Locke, disdain cheating!

Locke's face darkened, and he directly handed the test paper in his hand to Anonymous, and sneered: "I don't need this kind of backdoor help."

"The exam will be difficult."

"Yes?"

Locke smiled and said: "If he is too relaxed, then it won't be enough to let me set aside six months to play this game. If I cheat, it will cause the game to become boring."

Anonymous looked at Locke.

quite a while.

Anonymous put away the backdoor exam paper originally intended for Locke, and shrugged: "Well, my fault, I'm looking forward to your results, Locke."

Locke also smiled brightly: "Me too, Mr. Anonymous!"

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