A Certain Marvel Super Player

When Anonymous hurriedly came here, Anonymous in the helicopter, watching the secret base below, the whole person was completely sluggish.

Then……

Everyone feels bad.

Boom!

American Samoa belongs to an island country. When the first morning sun appeared the next day, it was already pouring rain on the island.

However, this means that the heavy rain that can wash away all the filth has no way to wash away the filth of the secret base at this moment.

Even on the helicopter, Anonymous can feel it, it can be said to be the smell of blood rising from the sky.

Not to mention……

On the periphery of the base, under the wash of blood, there were messed up corpses everywhere.

Boom!

"Sir?"

"..."

Anonymous listened to the driver's roar, came back to his senses, and said in a deep voice, "Land down!"

The driver wanted to say, in this case, don't land, but since Anonymous said so, the driver also put his suggestion back into his stomach, and then controlled the helicopter to land at the designated landing place. .

quite a while.

After the plane stopped, Anonymous opened the hatch, and in an instant, the smell of blood that was more intense and bloodier than when it was in the air shot straight into the sky. .

This **** concentration made Anonymous have an illusion. I'm afraid not, the more than 500 agents in this secret base are all dead, right?

Uh……

In fact, Anonymous guessed right.

When Anonymous brought several agents from outside and forced the entrance of the base to open, in an instant, the **** smell and blood that spread throughout the base, as if the scene of a massacre completely appeared here. in sight.

"Oneshot!"

"God."

"Jesus Christ!"

Anonymous's pupils trembled, and the several agents who came in behind couldn't help but exclaimed in shock.

"Sir."

After being shocked, an agent looked at the detector in his hand, came back to his senses, and walked to Anonymous's side: "There are two signals."

Anonymous returned to God: "Where?"

The agent consulted the floor plan of the base, then confirmed it and said, "Detention floor."

Anonymous was slightly taken aback, and looked at the agent.

Speaking of...

This result, why is he not surprised at all?

wrong.

Two vital signs?

Shouldn't there be only one?

After half an hour.

Anonymous walked into the floor where Locke was, and from a distance, he saw the corpse with a cut throat lying at the door of a prison cell.

at this time.

Locke, who was in the detention room, said, "Mr. Anonymous, is that you?"

Hearing Locke's voice, Anonymous had the urge to laugh for some unknown reason, so he made a gesture with the agent behind him, walked to the door of the prison cell, and looked at Locke, who was drinking and sitting face to face in the prison cell and... ...maes.

"Wow."

"What's up?"

"Just a little surprised."

"Oh?"

Anonymous glanced at the ground, the already cold Marisa Wigler, then, looked at the still living Mays, smiled, and met Locke's eyes: "I thought I was with you. Together, it should be the Peerless Assassin."

Locke raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then you are late. Probably, the unparalleled assassin left a few hours ago. You know, he is a killer. After the contract is completed, he will naturally leave."

Mr. Anonymous nodded and looked at Marisa Wiegler's body on the ground: "So, this was killed by the Peerless Assassin?"

Locke shrugged: "You can watch the surveillance..."

Speaking of which.

Locke seemed to have thought of something, and made a pity expression: "However, the unparalleled assassin seems to have taken away all the surveillance here before leaving, which is too bad."

Anonymous looked at Locke and said with a smile: "Yeah, it's too bad, but, I think, you have eyewitnesses, don't worry that the bureau will think you killed Marisa Wigler."

Locke smiled and said, "Of course, Mace can testify for me, God, the unparalleled assassin planned to solve both of us."

"Then why not?"

"I have money."

"..."

Locke looked at Anonymous and said with a smile: "The Wushuang Assassin said that he had been traveling abroad for a year, and he had no money, so he took the order. It happened that I had money, so I settled it with money, right, maybe, The bureau can reimburse me, 5 million per person, and it cost me 10 million in total."

Anonymous frowned.

Locke had an unusually bright smile.

soon.

The secret base in American Samoa suffered an unprecedented massacre, and only the news of the two survivors was passed back to Langley headquarters.

moment.

Langley headquarters were shocked.

Just connected to this news, I was already mentally prepared. After all, after that, Walter Burke, who couldn't get through Marisa Wigler's phone again, couldn't help but his pupils shook.

Bang.

Walter Burke got up subconsciously, pushed away his office, and galloped towards Director Langley's office.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Washington time, Locke, Anonymous and others took a helicopter and arrived at the aircraft parking lot at Langley headquarters.

Get off the plane.

Whoa!

A dozen agents rushed out from not far away, but did not point their pistols at Locke and others.

Anonymous took off his glasses, looked at Walter Burke who came out from behind, and laughed: "Walter, I thought our relationship was already on fire, but I didn't expect you to welcome me back so much. "

Walter Burke sneered twice, his eyes fell on Locke and Mays, and looked at Anonymous: "The Samoa base group is destroyed, the director has given me full authority to investigate."

"Congratulations, so you're leaving?"

"Ha ha."

Walter Burke ignored Anonymous' deliberately acting stupid, nodded with the agent next to him, and then said to Anonymous, "I'm not interested in joking with you now."

Several agents walked directly in front of Locke and Mays, and then made a polite gesture.

The smile on Anonymous's face did not change, and he looked at Locke: "Are you okay?"

Locke shrugged: "Don't worry about me, it's not me who should worry."

Anonymous seemed to have thought of something, oh well.

Walter Burke squinted his eyes and looked at Anonymous.

Anonymous looked at Walter Burke with a look of surprise: "Don't you know, the next target of the Peerless Assassin is you."

Walter Burke sneered.

but……

Anonymous took out a crime notice wrapped in a plastic bag and handed it to Walter Burke: "This is the unparalleled assassin leaving.

At the same time, it is placed on the keyboard in the monitoring room, and it is your name, maybe it should be given to you. "

Walter Burke watched the "guilt notice" handed in front of Anonymous as he spoke, and the expression on his face became extremely rich and wonderful.

The notoriety of the Peerless Assassin is far-reaching.

After disappearing for a year, just relying on this one order, in an instant, awakened, countless people, the memory of the 100% mission completion rate since debut.

However, the loser is not the loser.

Walter Burke took a deep breath, directly took the crime notice from Anonymous, and sneered: "Unparalleled Assassin, if he comes, I will let him know what real cruelty is!"

Locke raised his eyebrows.

He took this sentence as an invitation.

Anonymous smiled, glanced at Locke, and Mace, then nodded, and left the scene with the rest of his own, walking towards the director's office.

Walter Burke sneered, looked at Locke and Mays, and threw the criminal blacklist in his hand on the ground: "Take it to the interrogation room."

ten minutes later.

Locke sat in the interrogation room and looked at the environment of the interrogation room.

It is still somewhat different from the interrogation room in Locke's impression. Compared with the New York Police Department, it looks cleaner and tidy, and then, compared to the FBI, it looks so high-end.

"Um."

Locke crossed Erlang's legs and sipped the coffee in his hand, then, looking at a gray-haired agent who walked in from outside, he smiled and said, "Coffee, even coffee, is better than NYPD and FBI coffee. Some."

“Authentic Jamaican coffee.”

The gray-haired agent heard this, said with a smile, and then reached out to Locke: "Conklin, Alexander Conklin, senior special supervisor agent."

Locke put down the coffee and shook hands with Alexander Conklin in front of him: "Locke, junior agent."

"Need a cup of coffee."

"no thank you."

Alexander Conklin nodded with a smile, pulled out his chair, brushed his tie, sat down, and coughed: "You know the rules, so don't mind telling me about it?"

Locke shrugged: "Of course."

talking.

Locke told Alexander Conklin in front of him how he got to that secret base and how he was imprisoned by Marisa Wiegler.

When it comes to unparalleled assassins.

There was a hint of happiness on Locke's face~www.readwn.com~ and even a little sighed: "Fortunately, I was kidnapped by the Wushuang assassin before, and I gave the Wushuang assassin a list, otherwise, I would be someone else. I think I don't even have the chance to buy my life with money, I'm so lucky."

Wonderful expression.

A firm tone.

Make people, you have to be convinced.

Believe it or not.

Because, in the interrogation room next door, Mace's statement, who was also under investigation, was the same as Locke's statement.

Unless the bureau can find a third survivor, or can find later evidence.

Otherwise...

What Locke said is the truth!

Nothing but truth is truth! !

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