A Certain Marvel Super Player

60. Simple and crude KGB

Gwen was still a little worried.

Moreover, all the things that should be busy this semester have been completed. According to the plan, Gwen wanted to graduate early next June. Relying on that comprehensive knowledge competition, she originally wanted to wait for a price, and she was very reserved. The famous universities finally put down their dignity and went to Helen to express their sincerity.

However, due to the launch of the student union competition platform, Gwen temporarily put aside this idea and planned to stay with Locke to consolidate this competition platform.

The worst thing is, after going to university, I will change to a few more universities.

For the god of learning, university is not a goddess.

so……

Gwen said with a serious face: "Why don't you just live in the New York Police Department before the matter is over? Wait for Dad to find out who is eavesdropping on you this time. Let's come out."

You might as well put us in jail.

Locke thought so in his mind, and then began to wonder whether he had been a little too hasty when he called the police.

When I called the police, I never thought about Gwen's reaction.

This is not good.

Locke examined himself, and then said to Gwen: "It's not that exaggerated. Eavesdropping is not on the table, and I have already called the police. Whoever it is must be worried about being exposed now. How could it be possible at this time?" I'm running out now."

"……Yeah?"

"I think it is."

Locke comforted Gwen, who was worried about him, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the sharks couldn't eat me in the sea, and the vampires couldn't kill me. I'm a bedbug who only dares to hide in the dark and listen. There's nothing to worry about." of."

When the Poseidon was in trouble, the big shark that had no morals and ran out to attack Locke had its fin cut off by Locke and then made into a sashimi.

There is no doubt that the several vampires encountered in Lake Kali died immediately upon exposure to light.

Gwen followed Locke's words and thought of these two things. The worry on her face disappeared a little, and she nodded, but she still looked at Locke a little uneasy: "Okay, let's be careful these days. Try not to go out."

Locke hummed. Although he knew what he was facing, Gwen didn't, and felt warm in his heart.

That's it.

Unless Locke was kicked in the head by a donkey, he couldn't imagine how he could become someone else's husband.

Isn’t it wonderful that Gwen is so considerate, gentle, virtuous, beautiful and generous?

Locke thought in his mind.

Come to school.

Resting in the corridor.

"Huh?"

After Gwen opened her cabinet, she looked at the express delivery that fell out of the cabinet and blinked: "What is this?"

Locke, who was preparing to open his cabinet next to him, followed Gwen's confused voice and looked at it.

Gwen picked up the express delivery from the ground and looked through it: "It's mine, but why did it get sent to school?"

Matt, who was not far away and had just arrived with his cousin Andrew, was also looking at the express delivery in his hand. Then he happened to hear Gwen's words and walked over, shaking his express delivery: "I'm here." Have a copy too.”

Locke looked up, then opened his cabinet. There was a clatter, and the moment the courier of the same shape fell, Locke caught it in his hand.

Midtown High School, owned by Locke Broughton.

Good guy.

When did FedEx's express business develop to the point where it could be delivered to lockers so accurately?

What's going on?

Locke raised his eyebrows, sneered, tore open the express delivery, and then took out a ticket from inside.

"What's this?"

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked at the ticket he took out, and his expression changed: "Broadway Moscow Swan Musical?"

When Gwen saw that Locke had unsealed it, she also opened her own. She looked up at Locke and said, "Mine too."

Matt also held up the ticket he just held up: "Same."

at this time.

Mrs. Codd walked over from a short distance away, looked at the three Locke people gathered together, and the tickets in their hands, and said with a smile: "It seems you have all received them."

Gwen looked at Mrs. Codd who was walking over and said curiously: "Mrs. Codd, this is..."

"I just received it yesterday. I originally gave it to you first, but I had something to do today, so I just stuffed it into your locker. This is another reward mentioned by the school board."

"...Is this it?"

"right."

For the school board, completing the grand slam of the knowledge competition platform requires rewards, but equally, because Locke, who successfully took office, after taking office, he promptly pulled the reins of democracy and then turned around in time. Returning to the embrace of the Republic also needs rewards.

Mrs. Codd told them last time that the school directors are still thinking about what to reward. After all, you can't just throw money at it all the time. After all, it is an elite university. It's OK to throw money at once, but you will notice it every time, and you won't notice it at all. What an elite college looks like.

"Cindy and Kahn have them too."

Mrs. Codd said this, and then looked at Gwen with a smile: "Studying is important, but our life should not be all about studying, there should also be art. This musical is very good, and, just this weekend, The five of you can go over and take a look, I went there last week and it’s very valuable to appreciate.”

Gwen said with a smile: "Thank you Mrs. Codd."

Mrs. Codd waved her hand: "This was sent by a Moscow businessman who has a cooperative relationship with one of the school directors. It is not my credit. Okay, I'm leaving."

After saying that, Mrs. Codd hugged the materials in her hand and left.

Moscow businessman.

Moscow Opera House.

Locke lowered his head and looked at the ticket in his hand. He seemed to have thought of something and couldn't help laughing.

Do you want to be so straightforward?

Doesn't this mean you don't hide your motives at all?

You are too simple and crude.

This is unclear, saying, hey, this is a trap, come here quickly, are we waiting for you?

Unless I'm crazy.

Just as Locke couldn't figure out why he had become a scumbag, similarly, looking at the ticket for the musical, Locke couldn't figure out why he would go to the door and throw himself into a trap when he knew it was a trap.

To ask the KGB why?

No need.

The purpose of the KGB's visit was very clear, and it was because of Lorraine Broughton. However, Locke's information has not been read yet, and he has no interest in reading it.

The most important thing.

He doesn't like to talk nonsense, he likes to let actions speak for him.

and……

Locke felt that the trap that existed on this ticket should be gone.

Nothing else.

Locke calls the police!

Moreover, the police were not only received by the New York Police Department, but also by the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. Under such circumstances, Locke could not think of a reason for the KGB to continue to stay in New York City.

This is why Locke didn't go to the KGB last night.

Of course.

The main reason is that there are no tasks. Tasks are usually released according to his interests. But last night, the system was stunned and did not release the task because it was not exposed to Locke's curiosity.

This ticket should be the so-called backup plan.

so……

If you go to see it, the chance of encountering a trap is actually very low. However, Locke looked at Gwen who nudged him twice with her elbows, and looked at Gwen's big, talkative eyes. He understood and smiled. Then he shook his head.

Gwen then withdrew her gaze with satisfaction.

It’s so dangerous now, and I’m going to see a musical. What if I get kidnapped at the musical?

can not go.

Gwen gave up the idea almost as soon as she saw the tickets for the musical. If you want to watch a musical or something, you can buy a ticket with Locke yourself at any time. During special times, how is it safe and how can you come.

Come to the classroom.

really.

When Cindy saw Gwen walking in, she immediately waved the musical ticket she also got in her hand, and said to Gwen with excitement: "Gwen, did you get it?"

Betty, who was sitting in front of Carrie, held her chin, her eyes flashing with desire: "I really want to go to the Moscow Musical, but after looking online, the tickets are basically sold a month in advance... Huh?"

Betty lowered her head and looked at a ticket that was thrown directly in front of her, blinked her eyes, raised her head, and looked dryly at Locke who flew the ticket over.

Locke sat down and looked at Betty: "You are my media minister and your artistic skills are much higher than mine. Go ahead. I don't want to go anyway."

Betty was stunned for a moment and blinked: "This...isn't good."

Locke smiled and said, "Just don't delay the promotional video."

The competition platform is his top priority. Musicals, this thing, if he doesn't click on the skill of art appreciation, Locke seriously doubts whether he will be able to perform in less than five minutes after the opening. , and fell asleep directly.

And for a musical, Locke always felt that he was at a loss for spending his potential on this skill.

Betty didn't show any pretense and smiled brightly: "That's impossible. Last night, Wanda and I sorted out the plan for the promotional video at Carrie's house."

Carrie's house?

Locke looked at Carrie, as if to say, they didn't see Agatha.

Carrie smiled and looked back.

Locke smiled.

Gwen looked at Locke who gave the ticket directly, smiled, and handed the ticket to Carrie: "Carrie, Locke and I have something to do this weekend, so I'll give it to you. You and Betty can go together. After all, You are still responsible for the promotional video."

Cindy and Kahn looked at each other.

Then.

Cindy also walked over to Wanda and handed the ticket over: "Here, Wanda, you three media goddesses, let's go together."

Wanda, who was watching on the wall without any worries, raised his head, looked at Cindy, and blinked.

Kahn's side went to Pietro's side.

Pietro looked disgusted: "I have nothing to do. I'm going to see some musical."

Isn’t it better to go to the mall on weekends and see beautiful women than on the stage?

Kahn whispered directly, not knowing what he said.

Pietro's eyes glowed and he looked at Kahn: "Really?"

Kahn nodded seriously.

Pietro took the ticket directly with a smile on his face: "Thanks a lot, man."

Kahn actually didn't say anything.