A Certain Marvel Super Player

"thirty million?"

"Reward?"

"Mr. Broughton..."

"Broughton..."

As soon as Locke spoke this sentence, there was no doubt that it was thrown into the crowd of reporters like a depth bomb, and then, all the reporters were blown away in an instant.

George, who had just stepped off the elevator from behind, also frowned involuntarily.

He suddenly had a not-so-good premonition.

Very strong!

Locke glanced at Lawyer Lawn beside him, who nodded. Then Locke continued to look at the many reporters and made a quiet gesture.

The next second.

Not only was the air quiet, he could even hear the thumping heartbeats of the many reporters below, who felt like they had encountered big news, with faces full of anticipation.

"thirty million!"

Locke raised three fingers and looked at the reporters with a serious face: "Here, I am facing everyone, anyone who can provide clues, or..."

shrug.

Locke looked at the crowd, paused deliberately, and then continued: "Anyone who knows anything will understand what I am using these 30 million for."

It is illegal to directly and publicly offer a reward for killing someone.

As the chief lawyer of Locke's professional legal team, how could Lawyer Lawn let Locke make such a stupid mistake.

Bounties are available.

You can even put a reward on someone's head, and there are people who sell heads for $100,000, let alone $30 million.

As long as you don't say those two words when the reward is offered, it will be fine.

As for now?

Do you understand everything?

Anyone who knows what this means will understand it, but if you understand this word, it will be invalid in court.

"ICA!"

Locke continued to look at the many reporters, facing the New York Daily camera in the front row, and said with a calm expression: "This is the name of the organization that wants to arrest me, as in the recording you have, but I guess , this sentence, you have no recording about me, right?"

Many reporters did not speak, but their expressions left no doubt.

Locke was not surprised at all by this result.

Taken out of context.

This is also a traditional performance of these organizations, there is nothing strange about it.

"As in this organization that threatened my friend's life."

Locke looked at the camera: "I said, if they dare, they will kill my friends. I will let this organization be buried with my friends and use all my wealth. Now, too!"

The reporters were in an uproar again.

These words were not in their recording. At the end, they only had Locke's words, "Kill if you want." It was your casual words.

But if this sentence really exists.

That……

The meaning is completely different.

"Thirty million dollars. Find this organization and bring me good news. Thirty million dollars, cash, transfer, bearer bond, I can pay you in full in any form you want."

Locke's voice was decisive: "You can touch my friends, as long as you are prepared to face my revenge. This is my lawyer. I think everyone knows me. Do I have 30 million in cash? My lawyer will prove it." Yes, thank you!”

Finished.

Locke turned around and walked away, ignoring the many reporters behind him who were shouting to please stay.

What a joke.

They are reporters, not Shen Gongbao, so why should they stay?

but……

After Locke turned around and walked into the hospital lobby again, he immediately saw George with a dark face standing with Gwen not far away.

Gwen's face was not dark, and even shone with a little star of admiration.

Spending thirty million dollars just to avenge his friends. What else can better explain Locke's loyalty?

Even the reporters were directly diverted and directed their attention to the reward of 30 million U.S. dollars, especially when Lawyer Lawn used his law firm to pretend that Paul Locke could withdraw 3,000 U.S. dollars at any time and at any time. When tens of thousands of dollars were spent in cash, many reporters became completely noisy.

They already had the title figured out.

A friend was injured, a reward of 30 million was offered, and a global manhunt was issued! 』

thirty million! Global fatwa! 』

Shock! A seventeen-year-old high school student actually did 30 million things for his friends! 』

...』

What?

Locke Broughton didn't say hunt just now?

He said it.

Anyone who knows anything will understand that this sentence clearly states that he is going to be hunted down.

but……

Everyone knows why Locke can't say it, but it's okay. Locke can't say it, but they can. Anyway, they are not afraid of going to court, so naturally they are shocked.

In the rest ward.

Kahn looked at Locke who opened the door and walked in, and opened his mouth: "Locke..."

Locke interrupted directly: "This is what I can do."

Kahn shook his head: "No, I mean, it would be great if you gave me the money, and besides, I'm not that expensive."

Locke: "..."

It is impossible to give money.

Even if Locke gives it, Kahn will definitely not accept it. What he said is that Kahn feels that Locke is too extravagant.

However, Locke smiled and said, "Thirty million is a lot. When will I ask Pepper to make an appointment with Tony Stark for a game of cards and bring my lucky lady with me, I can make money back again. "

Everyone was speechless.

Locke looked at Gwen next to him and smiled at each other.

George, who followed him in, said with a dark expression, "You are too impulsive, Locke. I thought you were very rational."

Locke looked at George: "George, I'm very sensible."

"Spend 30 million to issue a fatwa. Is this your rationality? You are challenging our laws."

"No, I didn't say a fatwa, I said a reward."

"This cannot hide your true intentions."

"Yes."

Locke looked at George, who was slightly stunned, and frankly admitted his intention: "I just want to use 30 million to take the head of this organization."

George frowned.

Locke said in a deep voice: "George, this organization not only tried to kidnap Kahn to threaten me, but this organization also killed my mother."

George paused.

When he just came back, Mr. Anonymous also called him, asking him to protect Locke. As a price, George undoubtedly learned more about Lorraine Broughton from Anonymous. .

so……

Now when he heard what Locke said, George wanted to accuse Locke and started to ignore the law, and even started to play with the words of the law. When it came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything.

quite a while.

George shook his head: "Thirty million is too much for an organization like this."

If they really have anything to do with the London authorities.

Thirty million, in the eyes of everyone, is an extremely huge astronomical figure, but for a huge global organization, 30 million is just a drop in the bucket.

Locke looked at George and smiled: "I also hope that this organization thinks the same way."

It's best to think so.

In this case, wouldn't it be even more exciting when the Wushuang Assassin takes the order?

Locke smiled.

The night passed.

Over on Long Island, finally, after the Coast Patrol recovered three items of prohibited smuggled drugs and busted a stowaway boat full of passengers, it had to announce something.

The bald killer should have died in the sea.

Although they don't have direct evidence, such as the body of the bald killer, they do have indirect evidence, that is, common sense. No one can hold it in for a whole night under such circumstances without being discovered by them.

Even with an oxygen tank, it was impossible.

but……

The Coast Guard's life did not cause any disturbance at all. It didn't even matter whether the bald killer died or was caught, because today's New York Daily News, on the front page, said that 30 million people are being hunted worldwide. order information.

On the bus, the subway, and even on the way to work, the global fatwa of 30 million has begun to become a trend. Even the phone number reserved by Lawyer Lawn has been on the phone since six o'clock in the morning. Got blown away.

New Amsterdam Hospital.

When many reporters saw the Audi driving in, their eyes lit up and they all ran up.

"Mr. Broughton!"

"After the report came out, many people thought it was a show..."

"How do you make sure your reward order reaches its target?"

"Can I get these 30 million just by providing information?"

"..."

Locke, who had just gone back to take a shower and change his clothes, listened to the commotion in his ears, expressionless, and walked into the hall again under the protection of two police officers.

The reporters behind me just followed.

"Mr. Broughton, are you saying that you knew that no one would take this order, so you spent 30 million to use the safety of your friends to build momentum for yourself?"

"..."

Locke stopped.

"Locke?"

"fine."

Locke smiled at Gwen who looked worried next to him, turned around, stood in the hall, and stared at the reporters outside the hall. Then, like a precise fixed-speed cruise missile, he focused his gaze on the man who had just spoken. Reporter: "You are from that newspaper."

"Daily Bugle!"

"oh."

Locke nodded in realization.

The man was a little proud.

The next second.

Locke laughed: "No wonder he asked such a stupid question. It turns out he is a tabloid reporter whose name he has never heard of. This is easy to understand."

Laughter spread.

The expression on the Daily Bugle reporter's face became stiff and he looked directly at Locke: "Please answer my question directly, Mr. Broughton?"

Locke glanced at the reporter, and his eyes fell on the reporter's nameplate.

Um.

I remember you.

Locke glanced at the reporter thoughtfully, and then turned to look at the New York Daily News, which he had been working with well. He smiled when the female reporter from the New York Daily handed over the microphone, just when he was about to speak.

call out!

A black light suddenly burst out, and then, with a bang, a black card hit the microphone like a bullet the moment Locke took over the microphone!

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