A Certain Marvel Super Player

Patriot Jack Ryan was a little off.

WTF?

In front of my face, bet me, the most important thing is, I don't have any rights yet?

Is this science?

Locke glanced at Killer Mays, and then looked at Patriot Jack: "You... have you?"

Jack opened his mouth!

Locke looked at Jack curiously: "Mace, isn't she pretty?"

Just as Jack was about to shake his head and say it wasn't a question of being pretty or not, but when his head just started, with a swipe, Jack suddenly felt that a beam of eyes was anchored directly on him like a laser.

This look came from Metz.

Although Mays is a killer, even if it is a killer, as long as it is a woman of gender, she is more concerned about this kind of problem, and even a female killer who can kill, and has already killed people, is particularly concerned about this problem.

Jack forced a smile and chose to shut up.

Seeing this, Locke put his arms around Jack's shoulder: "Don't worry, man, you can trust me."

Jack looked at Locke: "Are you going to lose?"

Locke shook his head: "No, but if you call Kathy and she asks if there is anything special, you can trust me completely. I am your character witness."

Casey, Jack's girlfriend, a medical student.

Jack looked at Locke speechlessly: "Are you making me lie?"

Locke shrugged and said: "No, white lies, taught in class, want others to believe this lie, first of all, we have to believe, this lie is not a lie, even if it is, it is just a modified truth. write."

Losing is definitely not losing.

If this is lost, I will kiss that Laura, good guy, Locke feels that he will be hated.

Laura was paired with the James Clayton that Walter Burke had set his sights on.

Again.

Locke didn't care about James, but also about Gwen. It was agreed that there were no secrets between him and Gwen. Locke hoped that he would be able to end from the same.

soon.

On Jack's small eyes that were hesitant to speak, the three of them came to a training room in the shape of a single-family villa on the west side of the manor.

"This is called a paper ant, a bug!"

After the crowd came, the training instructor showed the bug in his hand and introduced its function: "They can be well attached to clothes or skin, they are biochemical products, and they will start immediately when they leave the storage jaw. It decomposes and disappears after forty-eight hours."

Locke has seen this thing.

Moreover, to a certain extent, this thing can be regarded as its own product.

Um.

Because this bug called paper ants is a biochemical product, it comes from Osborne Industries, and Gwen owns shares in Osborne Industries, so it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a product of his own.

The training instructor then took out several kinds of monitoring and monitoring equipment that cannot be said to be high-tech, but basically invisible on the market: "They are all real-time monitoring equipment, miniature digital transceivers, audio and video, Nick can be everywhere in the house. Place and hide them, your goal is to learn how to use them in combat."

Walter Burke came out at this time and said: "Later, this room at your feet will become your target. In this room, there is a piece of information that needs to be obtained, so your task is to use these eavesdroppers to obtain This information, and then leave the house safely, understand?"

Many students looked at each other, then nodded.

No tension.

On the contrary, there is a feeling of eagerness to try.

After all, this was the first training session that could be called a challenge in their three months of boring and uninteresting training, not to mention that, tonight, it was rare to not have to run laps or to fight each other.

even……

Some students, like Mays, looked at Locke eagerly, trying, in this practice, to defeat Locke.

After all, number one isn't a nuisance, but if you're occupying number one from the start, that's nasty.

I can't say half of the students who can be selected here. It can also be said that 90% of the people think that they are the most qualified agents.

Locke had only one idea for the people who even coaxed and threatened to challenge him.

A **** was given.

"Beat me?"

Locke looked at the people who were joking, and did not hide his arrogance at all: "Let's live in the next life."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was even more excited.

Seeing this, Walter Burke next to him said directly: "Locke, why don't you come first and give them a successful demonstration?"

No one knows this test better than him.

In a word.

This test is doomed.

No matter who it is, even him, if he wants to complete this mission, he will fail. To put it bluntly, this mission is the Kobayashi Maru test in Star Trek.

Unless you cheat, otherwise, failure is the only outcome.

God testifies.

Walter Burke has no opinion on Locke, he just has an opinion on the Anonymous guy, if it weren't for Anonymous, he wouldn't have been assigned to Moscow.

so……

In Walter Burke's view, because Locke was recruited by Anonymous, if Locke could be eliminated, then it would be equivalent to Anonymous losing a move.

Not to mention, this assessment is his home court.

"Yes!"

"Locke, come on!"

"Show us an example."

When the crowd heard what the presiding officer Walter Burke said, they immediately started booing. They had to say that they were really not good at competitions, but they were the first in terms of competition.

It's no wonder that the CIA's arch-fire technology is so skilled. It turns out that this is also a tradition.

Locke looked at the people around him who were booing around, took a look, and followed Jack, who was booing blindly, and Mace, who was standing next to him and clearly felt that the exam was cheating. He lowered his head and smiled, then looked up at Walter. Burke: "You want me first?"

Walter Burke smiled and said: "You are our number one. Let me show you a demonstration. It's normal. Why, Locke, do you think you can't?"

Locke smiled and shook his head: "No."

Walter Burke smiled. "What's that for?"

Locke shrugged: "Mr. Burke, you said that the theme of this mission is to obtain intelligence, right?"

Walter Burke nodded. "Correct."

Locke then pointed to the two dummies sleeping on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor of the room, and shrugged: "I have no way to get information from these two dummies."

Seeing this, Walter Burke smiled and said, "Locke, your task is to place the monitor in the room."

Locke looked at Walter Burke: "But, the mission is to get intelligence, isn't it?"

"Place the monitor and leave the room without triggering any alarms, it's considered a success."

"trouble!"

"..."

Walter Burke seriously doubted whether he had auditory hallucinations or had a hearing loss. He looked at Locke and blinked: "What?"

Locke smiled and said, "Just grab these two people and ask for information, wouldn't it be good?"

Walter Burke was taken aback for a moment.

next second.

Walter Burke laughed directly, looking at the many students who heard Locke's words and were also a little lost, and laughed: "Everyone, it seems that our first place has to challenge the difficulty."

Everyone laughed.

Locke looked at Walter Burke with a smile.

During the three months at the training base, although it was the first time to come to this house, don't forget, Locke is a single room, a serious Langley agent.

The test is doomed, and Locke knows it.

Of course.

In the case of open hanging, Locke will still win.

but……

This is not necessary.

For things that can be solved by yourself, Locke still likes to rely on himself, and he doesn't like to hang up. Just like what Locke and Carrie said, you don't have to learn to be like ordinary people, but you need to integrate into the world of ordinary people.

Walter Burke looked at Locke: "Locke, do you want to challenge the difficulty, but yes, you are the number one in our college, and you are already an agent of Langley."

Locke listened to Walter Burke's somewhat mocking and flattering words, smiled directly, and shrugged: "It's okay to try, it's just a simple set of bugs, it's too pediatric."

Walter Burke narrowed his eyes and looked at Locke.

Locke, who was sitting in his seat, smiled without saying a word.

I'm done.

It's your problem, not mine.

Moscow's information has been passed over, but in the past three months, basically all training has been spent at night, and, in addition, the need to surf the Internet or something, so Locke has not had time to get it.

Walter Burke stopped, looked at the training instructor, and whispered.

moment.

The field suddenly became quiet.

There is no doubt that Walter Burke's action, in the eyes of everyone, seems to be no longer a joke, but a real one.

Just like the official agents, everyone who seems to have succeeded in the fire, at this moment, all silenced, bowed their heads, and showed that I don't know anything, no matter what my affairs look like.

Kind of a federal one.

Patriot Jack was stunned when he saw this~www.readwn.com~ looked at Locke: "Sheet, are you playing for real?"

Locke looked at Jack: "Are you afraid?"

Jack smiled: "I'm afraid, God, you should be afraid, these old birds won't let you pass easily."

Locke shrugged: "Try it."

Jack was speechless for a moment, then, suddenly stunned, he seemed to think of something, and looked at Locke: "This is also part of the bet."

In other words, if Locke loses, then he doesn't need to be kissed by Mace?

For a while, Jack didn't know whether to expect Locke to lose or to expect Locke to create miracles.

Locke laughed and looked at Metz: "Metz, what do you say, does it count?"

Mace tilted his head to look at Locke: "I'll decide, do you accept it?"

Locke shrugged: "I don't care!"

Jack: "...I have so much to say!!!"