A Certain Marvel Super Player

not to mention……

This is not confidential information. His birth information and other information are available in Texas. There is a slightly better agency. If you want to check it, it will not be troublesome at all.

As for why SHIELD couldn't find it at the time?

It’s not enough.

In fact, Locke was also curious about this mother who existed on paper for him. After improving his hacking ability, he also tried to find information and understand it.

but……

Locke directly rejected it at the time.

There is no need, so what if I find the information? Do I have to recognize my relatives?

Stop talking.

During the five most difficult years of his development, Locke survived on his own. Although the process was a bit sad, in any case, he was fine on his own.

I don't intend to create a burden for myself, or cause myself any trouble.

Therefore, Locke only knew her name. He didn't want to know, nor was he interested in knowing anything else.

Again.

If the court hadn't supported his change of name back then, he would have had a special name long ago.

"correct!"

Locke seemed to have thought of something and looked at Gwen: "Or, after we get married, don't change your last name, I will!"

Gwen opened her mouth: "What?"

Locke said: "I also think the surname Broughton is not good. The surname Stacy sounds very lucky. Otherwise, it should be my surname. By the way, in this case, George should feel like he has won. "

Don't look at federal women's rights, but boxing is a business. While boxing, it does not delay their marriage, and then changes it to their husband's surname after marriage.

Like that boxer from Dongguo, he's so retarded!

and.

This is a great idea.

If George knew about it, he would definitely be very happy. After all, if a woman doesn’t change her surname when she gets married, her husband will change his surname. What is this? If this is not considered winning, then what is winning?

Just in time, you don't have to think of ways to lose to George.

"goodbye."

Gwen smiled helplessly, shook her head, stopped the topic directly, and kissed Locke: "Good night, Locke, see you tomorrow."

"Good night."

Locke smiled after watching Gwen walk into the apartment.

Scumbag?

I?

How can it be.

Although Locke couldn't figure out why Mavis's mother would prophesy like that, there was no doubt that the prophecy must have been predicted by Locke who had not traveled through time.

Again.

Locke couldn't think of a reason for him to break up with Gwen, or a reason for himself to become a scumbag.

Every normal man has a gay mouth.

Locke is a normal man, and at the same time, he is also a very serious person. He works openly and aboveboard, says what he says, and never hides anything.

What?

Peerless assassin?

The matter of the Unparalleled Assassin belongs to the Unparalleled Assassin, and he has half a dime to do with Locke Broughton.

It's not like that anonymous CIA agent who went public and kept his information strictly confidential.

Locke thought about the anonymous CIA agent and couldn't help but vomited. In other words, he went back that night and started checking anonymous information.

As a result, twelve points of information were found, but, without exception, all the information was fake.

This is amazing.

Locke seriously doubts that the real information about Anonymous has completely disappeared from the Internet. I am afraid that the original identity information and other information can only be archived in Langley's paper archives.

"Didi!"

After Locke parked the car in his underground garage, he opened the door and was about to walk towards the elevator from the garage to the apartment. Then he cast aside his peripheral vision and said, "Hey."

Take a few steps back.

Locke's eyes fell on a strange BMW that he had never seen before.

Black.

Four seats.

Locke took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and looked at it: "Maybe, you can consider this car?"

After all, Audi's safety features have been sold throughout New York City. Maybe it's time for the Incomparable Assassin to consider getting a new car.

Locke thought to himself, searched the Internet for the price of this car, and walked to the elevator.

Just right.

There was a ding.

A beautiful woman walked out of the elevator. The woman looked at Locke who appeared, smiled and nodded.

Locke was also very polite.

After walking into the elevator, I heard the sound of starting from there.

after awhile.

Locke walked out of the elevator, his six senses were touched, and his nose even moved. Then, he stood there thoughtfully for a while.

The woman just now came to his floor.

Although the smell was very light, it still did not escape Locke's nose.

Ding!

The door is unlocked successfully.

Locke walked in, the corner of his mouth raised slightly. After activating the smart butler, he looked at the gradually brightening living room, and then his eyes began to patrol like precise radar.

Um.

There are two listening devices taped under the sofa.

There is one under the flower vase at the bar.

Except for bugs.

besides……

Locke took off his coat, walked over to the bar, and stared at the extra stack of materials without covers on the bar.

Grab it.

Smell it.

Well, it's the smell of that strange woman.

Open.

The first thing that came to mind was a photo.

The skin is delicate and the water chestnuts are sharp, making it look cool and noble.

only.

Locke shook his head, looked at the beauty's silver hair in the photo, and smacked his lips: "Silver hair is not good, I still prefer blonde hair."

Blond hair, golden hair, no matter what it is, it looks very valuable and classy.

Silver hair?

It's okay, but Locke prefers the one with silver hair and shawl after Carrie's casual dress. This one, with curly hair in the silver hair, is okay.

But Locke can't gank this kind of big wave.

Next page.

After Locke opened it, he raised his eyebrows, closed it again with a hiss, and then threw it behind him without looking back.

There was no sound of data landing.

A white arm steadily caught the flying information, and then, a cold female voice said: "Why don't you continue reading?"

Locke lowered his head and smiled.

He's moving!

MMP!

Why did he spend a lot of money to buy the apartment in Xingchen Building? Isn't it just for safety? It turned out to be great, why does it feel like everyone can come in?

Locke took out a voice recorder from his pocket and placed it on the bar.

Press.

Locke then turned around and looked at the tall woman with flawless white skin, shawl silver hair and who was equally as stunning as the strange woman just now: "I'm sorry, you are..."

"Sharapova, Yurina Sharapova!"

"Russian."

Locke nodded, sat on the sofa under the woman's gaze, and then looked at the woman named Sharapova thoughtfully: "Sorry, I am not under twenty-one years old and there is no alcohol at home. "

His wine is only given to friends.

This one in front of you?

It feels like someone with bad intentions.

The woman smiled slightly, then looked at Locke and asked, "You don't seem surprised at all that we can come into your room."

Locke shrugged: "My house has been entered by the FBI, Homeland Security, and even killers. Why can't you?"

MMP!

Starting from tomorrow, I will activate the bomb at the door when I go out. Anyone who dares to come in will bear the consequences.

Changing houses is out of the question.

If this was a single-family house, the loopholes would be even greater. At the very least, Xingchen Building could ensure that non-professionals could not enter his house.

As for these agents and killers?

Locke felt that he couldn't place too high expectations on the security personnel of the Star Building. If they could stop the agents, why would they be here as security guards?

"Say it."

Locke yawned, looked at the time on his watch, and looked up at the woman: "A KGB agent showed up at my house late at night. He couldn't have been specifically to deliver information to me."

"You are one of ours too."

"ha!"

Locke blinked and couldn't help laughing. He looked at Sharapova as if he didn't hear clearly: "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

who I am?

KGB?

Why didn't I know?

Locke is confused!

"Your mother is our agent."

"Then what?"

"The same to you."

Sharapova looked at Locke sitting on the sofa: "It's time to go home."

The corners of Locke's lips raised: "I'm from Texas!"

People from the Lone Star Republic!

and.

He is also the leader of the younger generation in the Lone Star Republic!

"Aren't you curious about your mother?"

"Not curious."

"..."

Locke laughed and shook his head: "Who she is and what she does has nothing to do with me. I don't know why you came to me, but, sorry, I have no interest in it."

Finished.

Locke walked directly towards the door.

at this time.

A strong wind came from behind, and Sharapova's tight thighs directly greeted Locke, whose back was turned to her, as if she planned to force Locke down and then take him away.

but!

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

A golden light flashed past, with a click, and the golden dancer instantly appeared in Locke's hand. Then, Locke turned around and fired a silent shot, directly piercing Sharapova's delicate forehead, with a bang, directly It fell to the floor.

"MMP!"

Locke shook his head, put away the golden dancer, looked at the golden dancer falling on the floor, opened his eyes wide, and seemed to be thinking about why Sharapova, who had just finished her curtain call without saying a few words, waved her right hand and moved the dancer. The still warm body was put into the storage compartment, then he raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and sighed.

The front foot had just chatted with Gwen about his biological mother. The task that only existed in words, the back foot, good guy, went directly from the paper to reality.

I haven’t opened the title of Destiny Protagonist.

recent.

Locke was thinking this and was speechless. He walked to the bar, put away the signal jammer in the room, then grabbed the file that had just fallen on the ground, sighed again, and then dialed Called 911.

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