A Certain Marvel Super Player

Gudong!

Vanya Yegorov swallowed hard and felt that suddenly, the temperature in the room dropped by more than 20 degrees, which made him feel like he was on the permafrost of Siberia.

How can it be.

This is the Consulate General, why is there someone in his room?

This unscientific.

Or is it that the Federation plans to declare war on Moscow?

The land where the consulate is located is considered the territory of that country. Invading the consulate is almost equivalent to declaring war.

Vanya Yegorov tried his best to open his eyes wide, trying to recognize clearly the figure that appeared in the corner of his room at some point, hidden in the darkness.

"you……"

"sit!"

"Gudong!"

Wanya Yegorov couldn't help but shudder when he heard the sound that was almost like being squeezed out of an ice cube. Then, his eyes tightened and he stared at the man who walked out of the darkness like an emperor. The man swallowed again.

He is from Lubyanka, but he is the deputy director of a branch in Lubyanka. He cannot be said to be a leader, but he is certainly not a real spy agent. He just has a dark psychology and some antisocial personality.

But this person in front of me?

A man with a pale face and blood-red eyes, exuding elegance, bloodlust, darkness and gentleman?

A thud.

Wanya, who had just stood up and was about to set up the task of storming the capture of Locke Broughton, felt his knees weak. He couldn't help but sit down again. He seemed to be worried that the guards outside would come in and put his life in danger. He whispered He looked at the emperor who seemed to be walking out of the darkness: "Who are you!"

"My name..."

Locke's tone was as cold as the cold wind blowing between the icebergs: "Cain, or another name?"

While talking.

Locke's figure slowly transformed, from the elegant emperor in the darkness to the handsome Locke Broughton: "Or... he's also the bitch you call him!"

Vanya Egorov’s soul trembles!

Locke was depressed.

He dares to swear to God. He really, really wants to come here, find the deputy director of the Lubyanka branch, have a good chat, and talk things over. Bridge to bridge, road back to bridge, you have to find Lorraine. ·Broughton, you can just go find him. Why are you looking for him?

Growing up, I had nothing to start with. I finally relied on my own hard work and diligence to prevent myself from dying on the roadside or going astray. It was not easy. I was an orphan, and you KGB were targeting me. What to do?

Locke wanted to convince people with reason, and it was best to turn hostility into friendship.

but……

What did he hear when he just came over?

Bitch?

Is this a scolding of Lorraine Broughton?

It doesn't matter, it's not him anyway, and he is not familiar with Lorraine Broughton. Let alone calling him a bitch, no matter how ugly the curse is, Locke will not have any psychological fluctuations.

But that bitch?

You bitch, who are you scolding?

I have never been out of the Federation very much in my life, let alone to Moscow, and I have never provoked your KGB, so why are you scolding me?

What the hell, you can't bully someone like this, let alone bully an orphan.

what?

Is it okay to scold orphans who have no parents or mothers, just to bully vulnerable groups like us orphans?

Locke was angry.

Fortunately, in the previous generation, his motherland taught him to be a well-educated and polite person. Therefore, even in the face of such insults, Locke was angry, but he did not choose to scold him back angrily.

Swearing is wrong.

but.

After showing off his original form, Locke switched back to the form of Cain, an imperial blood clan, showing elegance everywhere. He looked at Wanya Yegoro, who fell into his seat and had been bound by him. The husband, who had a bit of a headache, told Yegorov his original reason for coming in an elegant tone, and then pressed his eyebrows: "So, after I knew that I was being targeted by your KGB, I I'm very scared. I'm an orphan. I'm not strong enough to fight against an organization like the KGB. So, I hope to explain it to you and try to reach an agreement. But, you scolded me. Why did you scold me? Moreover, you scolded me. Is it so unpleasant?"

Did I eat your KGB rice and you scolded me?

Locke was speechless, only feeling that his fangs were itching: "So..."

at this time.

Boom, boom, boom!

Yegorov's door knocked, and a voice with a thick Mao accent came in from outside: "Sir, the car is ready."

Good guy.

Locke came back to his senses and looked at Yegorov.

etc.

Without the reminder of this voice, Locke almost forgot that this Yegorov not only scolded him, but also seemed to be planning to lead a team to storm Gwen's apartment, and then shoot him in front of him. They killed George, chopped up Helen, and even little George and the others, and then, in front of him, even if they knelt down, they would kill Gwen without hesitation, and then kidnap themselves?

this……

Too much!

Locke's eyes suddenly gleamed.

It seems that this matter is unpredictable.

He wanted to compromise, but found that the other party didn't give him a chance to argue... Bah, he didn't have a chance to argue.

What happened to this world?

Why do you always want to destroy the life of a person like me?

Locke was confused.

Yegorov over there did not wait for Locke to warn him, but said to the guard outside the door: "I understand, I will take action in half an hour."

"yes!"

The guard outside the door listened to the words coming from inside, stood at attention, shouted, and then, stepping on his boots, turned around and walked away in a ceremonial manner.

Yegorov breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked more like a politician than an agent. If he were an agent, he would probably have yelled. But politicians cherish their lives, and he is also very smart. He did not say he would cancel the operation today, but postponed it for half an hour.

If the operation was cancelled, he felt that there was an 80% chance that he would be silenced.

But if the action was delayed by half an hour, then, he felt, what he said, there would be at least a 70% chance of survival.

Locke, on the other hand, didn't care about the answers of Yegorov and the guards outside the door. Even if Yegorov just shouted his throat out, Locke wouldn't care.

One sentence.

I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!

Locke came back to his senses, his eyes fell on Yegorov, his tone was faint, and his eyes fell on the bright moon that could be seen outside the window: "Under normal circumstances, I always treat my enemies first. Kill and then talk."

Yegorov felt himself stiffen.

"but……"

Locke's eyes withdrew from the moon and fell on Yegorov: "But, you are not my enemy."

Yegorov breathed a sigh of relief.

The next second.

Locke changed the topic again, his tone was cold, and his fangs were exposed: "After all, my enemies only make people feel stupid, but you make me feel angry, very angry!"

He and the KGB had no grievances in the past, but the KGB, good guy, was not only a bitch, but even wanted to kill his girlfriend's family.

Any bloody person would be angry at this.

MMP!

Is Lubyanka awesome?

Is there any cheating on Sanfei ornaments?

Locke's tone was cold, and with a swish sound, he stretched out his right hand, and with a click, he directly grasped Yegorov's throat and pulled him in front of him.

The slender and cold right hand directly made Yegorov feel that he was no longer on the Siberian permafrost, but half of his body was buried in the frozen layer: "First..."

Locke's eyes were red, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "But if I kill you, I think there will be a lot of trouble, right?"

The desire for survival in Yegorov's eyes was rising, and he tried hard to speak, but all he could do was nod with difficulty.

"Yes, I feel the same way."

"but……"

"You scolded me."

"And you plan to kill my girlfriend's family."

"It's too much!"

"Besides, even if you die, it is estimated that someone will take over your job and continue to harass me."

"But you scolded me. If I let you go, I would be upset!"

"so!"

Locke slowly raised Egorov in his hand as high as a doll, raised his head, and stared at Egorov who was squeezing his arm tightly with both hands and his face began to turn pale. Suddenly, a bright Yixiao: "I thought of a way to get the best of both worlds. Not only will I not kill you, I will even bless you. Yes, in the name of Cain, I will bless you. I think, this gift , you will definitely be happy."

While talking.

Locke, those emperor-level fangs were exposed.

The moonlight poured in from the window and fell on the fangs, shining with that cold and noble light!

The next second.

The shadow holding a figure reflected on the wall suddenly changed dramatically.

There was a bang.

It seemed that a pair of wings came out from behind the figure, and then, the figure gradually became taller, and then, something enveloped the figure that was lifted high, and the figure that was lifted high, the whole person, as if burning red Like a giant shrimp, the body is hunched over and the head is tilted upward.

"Well……"

Yegorov raised his head, like a rag doll being held up by someone. His eyes were dull and powerless as he looked at the ceiling. He felt that his blood was flowing endlessly.

Moreover, the rate of loss is getting faster and faster.

The next second.

He felt that his hearing was rapidly deteriorating.

Vision also becomes increasingly blurry.

even.

Even his heartbeat, he could no longer feel it.

even.

He seemed to see a whirlpool full of black in the darkness, and on the opposite side of the whirlpool, was another world full of yellow sand and fire?

Am I going to die?

Yegorov thought in his heart.

at this time.

Tick ​​tock!

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