A Certain Marvel Super Player

"interesting."

In the Star Building, Locke, who was sitting at the bar and waiting for distinguished guests to arrive, put down the phone in his hand. Then, he laughed and shook his head: "Boring!"

The phone call just now was from Yegorov.

Locke held the wine glass and walked to the sofa. He turned on the TV on the wall and adjusted it to the TV platform in Washington. What he saw was the appearance of the oval building.

The spokesman for 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue appeared on the TV screen and opened fire on Moscow with righteous words, accusing Lubyanka of brazenly cooperating with the espionage act taken in New York City last night.

no doubt.

This is talking nonsense.

However, the media also like to hear such talk, especially since this matter also involves Lubyanka, one of the three giants in the espionage world, the interest of many media is very high.

When I heard the spokesperson of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue say that one of their agents died tragically on the spot, I instantly became angry.

And then……

After hearing that Lubyanka left at least twelve corpses, he suddenly boiled again.

If we talk about one to zero, then the media will undoubtedly spray 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue to death.

But twelve to one?

That's great.

The reporters' eyes suddenly lit up, and they almost couldn't wait to start asking questions. Some even called reporters from their own TV stations in Moscow while asking questions.

What time has it been? Are you still asleep?

Come to Lubyanka, there's big news.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Hello."

"Mr. Broughton, a gentleman he said he called John Doe has an appointment with you?"

"Let him come up."

"OK."

after awhile.

Locke stood at the door, looking at Mr. Anonymous who came out of the elevator, and said curiously: "If I didn't let you come up just now, would you find a way to come up?"

Mr. Anonymous took off his sunglasses, with the same smile still on his face.

"Won't."

"oh?"

"That means the fate of our third meeting has not yet arrived."

"Please come in."

"Thanks."

Anonymous thanked him and walked into Locke's apartment. Then, his eyes fell on the two glasses of bourbon that had been poured on the sofa and coffee table, and he smiled: "If Superintendent Stacey saw it, I don't know what would happen. ?”

Locke closed the door with his backhand and said with a smile: "My home and Gwen's apartment are two places where George will not trouble me."

Mr. Anonymous nodded and sat down while watching the news being played on the big TV on the wall: "New York City seemed very lively last night. Unfortunately, many people didn't know about it."

Locke also walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up the wine glass, and looked at the TV over there. He quickly rushed towards Lubyanka, broadcasting the live broadcast of the first news reporter, and took a sip of the wine in the glass: "Very good." Obviously, Mr. Anonymous does not belong to the ranks of many people, doesn't he?"

Anonymous also picked up the wine glass in his hand and raised his head slightly: "What about you, Locke, do you want to be that many people?"

It's quite artistic to speak.

Locke thought to himself, and then looked at Nameless Doe with some curiosity.

Anonymous took a sip of the wine in the glass, said "good wine", and then said: "Last time, you said you wanted to know my name. I said, you will know when we officially meet for the third time, but, you Are you sure you want to know my name?"

These words...

The implication is already obvious.

The name of the CIA agent, the real name, if it is not a family member, then it is only the comrades in the same trench, or the enemy who knows him best.

Locke's expression was in place, he opened his mouth, and laughed loudly: "I feel that this is a question that is not easy to answer."

"understand."

Anonymous was very easy-going. After the question was raised, he smiled to ease the tension for a moment, and then looked at Locke: "Locke, do you know your life experience?"

Locke leaned on the sofa, looked at the nameless person sitting on the sofa on the left, and said in a casual tone: "I'm not interested."

Anonymous raised his eyebrows.

Locke looked around his apartment and said to Anonymous: "Look at me, do I need to know?"

He now has a car, a house, and manuscripts.

If nothing else goes wrong, my future wife will have a good figure, a good face, and a super IQ. Moreover, my wife will be a senior police superintendent of the New York Police Department, a giant law enforcement giant in New York City.

"and……"

Locke looked at Anonymous: "Rather than recalling the bitterness of being alone in the past, I am more looking forward to the unknown and mysterious glory of the future. However, you seem to care more about my past than me, don't you?"

If you want to play Zen Machine, I will play with you.

Too mature and stable, too evil?

In New York City, sixteen-year-old Locke sued the FBI and Homeland Security. Is he a monster enough?

Poseidon, Locke becomes the savior, is he evil enough?

On the sea, Locke chopped down a big shark with his bare hands. Is this enough of a monster?

On Lake Kali, Locke sniped and killed three or five vampires. Was he enough of a monster?

If at this moment, Locke pretends to be that simple and ignorant teenager, that would be called a problem. Right now, this is just Locke's normal performance.

Moreover.

Born as an orphan, he has appeared to be very mature and stable since he was a child. These are all documented in history.

Anonymous took out a stack of information from his arms and placed it in front of Locke: "This is your mother's information. You can choose to read it or not."

After reading it, it means you can continue.

If you don't look at it, it means that your trip is in vain.

Locke's eyes fell on a folder that also had no cover on the coffee table in front of him.

The next second.

Locke raised his head, glanced at Anonymous, and then, under Anonymous' gaze, picked up the folder.

With a few clatters, about a dozen pages of information were closed again.

Locke threw the information on the coffee table again and looked at Anonymous: "Watch it."

Anonymous couldn't help but shook his head. In fact, he had already thought about Locke's resentment because he was abandoned since he was a child. This is why he intentionally or unintentionally made Locke feel that he wanted to recruit him during the previous two contacts. of.

but……

Still very resistant.

Anonymous sighed inwardly, glanced at Locke, and without putting away the information, he stood up and walked towards the door.

at this time.

"Lorraine Broughton, female. Born on May 5, 1965, from Gauteng Province, South Africa. She was sixteen years old and was recruited by the CIA."

"The first mission was carried out on February 12, 1983. On February 21, 1983, there was a riot in the Baixiang Kingdom election, and 600 Allah believers died. Among them, there was a close connection with a certain organization. The suspect died in the riot."

"The second mission was in November of the same year. Also in the same month, on November 27, Avianca Flight 11 crashed at Madrid Barajas Airport. Intelligence showed that there was a defector from the CIA. Agent, it’s not on it either, it’s on that plane.”

"In 1984..."

"1985..."

"In 1987, there was another mission. Good guy, run to London, and then let London MI6 discover her, recruit her, and let her become an agent of MI6..."

Locke leaned on the sofa without looking back, his tone as calm as a mechanical repeater.

Anonymous, who was about to leave, stopped, came back, took off his sunglasses again, sat back on the sofa, and looked at Locke: "Where did you get this information?"

Locke stopped the repeater and looked at Anonymous: "You told me, you just asked me to read the information, didn't you?"

Anonymous frowned: "You just..."

Locke smiled, nodded his head, and then pointed at his eyes: "Self-created, quantum wave reading, combined with my Western memory method, unparalleled in the world."

To be precise.

It should be a photographic memory.

but……

Quantum fluctuation reading sounds very impressive and classy, ​​doesn’t it?

Good guy.

Locke actually read the information given by Lubyanka last night, but the information above also showed that Lorraine Broughton was Russian since she was a child.

But it's too fake.

After all, Lorraine Broughton doesn't look like a furry girl.

But today's original CIA information surprised Locke.

Frankly speaking, he thought that he was thinking about eating for the CIA while doing KGB tasks, and he was already a very pioneering person.

The layout is still small.

Lorraine Broughton is not a double agent, but a triple agent.

Growing up with the CIA, and then lurking into MI6, and then pretending to be instigated by the KGB. In the end, the CIA became the one who had the last laugh.

This operation!

Tsk tsk tsk.

Could he be called a legendary spy?

fine.

Locke secretly thought to himself that he could also add a Mossad.

You Mossad can't be undercover too.

No matter how bad it is, you bastard, there is no way you can even be an undercover agent in the Dragon Team.

Although he didn't care about Lorraine Broughton, he didn't care about Lorraine Broughton, his so-called biological mother's identity. He still cared about Lorraine Broughton's achievements.

Isn't he a triple spy?

Is the triple agent a legend?

Wait.

I can be five-faced or six-faced.

As long as there is a mission.

Locke thought in his mind.

As for Mr. Anonymous, he was already slightly shocked. Sitting on the sofa, he suddenly thought that it was a pile of treasures, but he found out that instead of a pair of treasures, this was clearly a pile of treasures.

Locke sipped the wine in his glass, then looked at the still shocked Anonymous, chuckled, and asked: "Mr. Anonymous, are you sure you are here to recruit me this time?"

anonymous:"……"