A Certain Marvel Super Player

A little cold light arrives first!

Then...

There was nothing to do next. Almost as soon as the black light came in from the outside, several police officers standing behind Locke protected Locke again. The microphone even fell to the ground with a bang.

The next second.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on the familiar but unfamiliar card that seemed to be engraved on the microphone.

"This is……"

"Notice!"

"Shet!"

"Notice from the Peerless Assassin!"

"What?"

The reporters who didn't get a good position turned their heads and looked behind them, trying to find him. They were all about to become the unparalleled assassin in New York City's urban legend.

But more people focused their attention on the microphone that fell to the ground.

"Hurry up!"

"Quick shot!"

At this time, Locke also picked up the microphone again, and then, with some strength, he took off the card.

Many reporters looked at Locke one after another.

Locke looked at the content on the notice, and his expression was slightly surprised at first, then he was happy, and then he raised his head and looked at the reporter from the Daily Bugle who had just questioned his show: "Look, someone has taken the order. "

Said.

Locke flipped the notice in his hand directly towards the New York Daily News man.

moment.

Countless shots were directly focused on that notice!

Guilty notice! 』

Notifier: ICA』

Charge: "Killing, arson, committing all kinds of evil""

Sentence to death! 』

Executor: Wushuang! 』

Note: Remember to prepare 30 million bearer bonds for me. I will take this order, Mr. Broughton! 』

The note below explains why this notice, which was originally supposed to be sent to ICA, appeared on Locke's side.

A police officer looked at the notice in Locke's hand, his expression changed, he quickly took out his phone and dialed the office number of Senior Superintendent George Stacey.

soon.

By the time George arrived at New Amsterdam Hospital from the bureau, the reporters who had been crowding around him and planned to wait for Kahn to be discharged from the hospital to spread the heat had already left.

After all, the traffic secret they wanted most was already here.

Wushuang Assassin has taken the order!

Good guy.

What are you waiting for, Kahn? Hurry up and write a short composition. At this time, whoever publishes this news first will win in this traffic feast.

Hospital rest in the corridor.

Locke looked at George walking out of the elevator and smiled: "George, someone has taken the order."

George didn't want to speak and looked at the police officer who called: "Where is the notice?"

The police officer took out an evidence bag and handed it to George.

Open.

George put on gloves and took out the notice inside, put it in front of his nose, sniffed, then seemed to turn it to the back, scratched it, and some dust seemed to hang out, and nodded: "It's him!"

No one knows how to identify the authenticity of a notice better than him.

only……

George frowned a little. In the records of the Wushuang Assassins, although the targets of the Wushuang Assassins were gangsters, they had never directly marked the entire ICA like today.

What is this for?

The ICA is all guilty. Do you plan to leave the chickens and dogs behind?

besides.

Where should the Wushuang Assassin investigate the ICA? After all, you don’t even know the ICA’s lair. Even if you want to kill people, you can’t find the place.

You can't fly directly to London, just kill someone and ask.

This unscientific.

In fact.

Locke's existence can never be explained by the word science.

In fact, that notice was thrown to him by Locke himself. When he went back to take a shower and change his clothes, the Locke who appeared in the hospital was actually a clone.

The real Locke, at this moment, was wearing glasses, driving towards the private jet in Jersey City that he had contacted last night and had been waiting for a long time.

Over there at the hospital.

George put away the notice, looked at Locke and Gwen, and then said to the police officer: "Watch them."

The police officer nodded.

After George returned to the New York Police Department, Beckett came over: "George, Mr. Sheldon is already in your office."

George frowned.

Beckett reminded: "Clyde Sheldon, CIA?"

George reacted.

open the door.

Clyde Sheldon, pronounced Clyde but written as Fallen Brother, looked at George who came in through the door and said directly: "I want to see the Englishman."

George smiled and said: "Okay!"

Clyde nodded: "Thank you."

"Don't be too hasty to thank me, that's not how trading works."

"..."

George looked at Clyde who was silent, laughed, walked to the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of cheap whiskey. He was not as luxurious as Locke, who drank $100,000 of Thunder Bourbon every day.

"Give."

"Thanks!"

"Need not."

George handed the poured whiskey to Clyde, then adjusted his tie, sat down, and looked at Clyde: "For now, your and our positions are the same, we are all looking for We're out of the ICA, and now is not a good time to lie to each other."

The Wushuang Assassin's notice has been issued. According to the Wushuang Assassin's habit of issuing notices, it will take less than twenty-four hours, and at most seventy-two hours. It is estimated that somewhere in the world, something big will happen.

"Besides."

George took a sip of whiskey, spread his hands, and looked at Clyde: "I am the New York Police Department, not the Global Police Department. I can even hand over the British one to you."

Clyde looked at George.

George looked serious.

He is telling the truth. What does he want a spy to do? He can't eat anything, so he can directly prosecute him. He has indeed done nothing bad. Instead of waiting for the 24 hours to be released directly, it is better to be with someone who likes spies. The CIA is making a deal.

"what do you want?"

"Everything about Lorraine Broughton."

"This is impossible, you are not..."

"I have a national security Class A clearance, and I already know too much about Locke."

"That……"

"I don't want my daughter's safety to be affected because of Locke's mother. No, my daughter's safety has already been affected. If it is dangerous, I need to know the truth of everything."

Clyde frowned and looked at George. He was silent for a while and nodded: "Okay, but you are not allowed to show that information to anyone. Even, I will show it to you when I am here."

George nodded: "Deal."

Seeing this, Clyde nodded and said directly: "The car is downstairs, but first, we need to confirm one thing. I need to stay in the same room with this Cuerva for a while."

George smiled and stood up.

five minutes later.

In an unmonitored room in the NYPD building.

George opened the door.

Sitting inside, Agent Cuerva, who had been imprisoned all night, looked at George who walked in, and repeated: "I am a London citizen, and I request to call the embassy."

"I'll fight."

This was not said by George, but by Clyde who walked in behind George.

Cuerva looked at Clyde who walked in and paused.

The next second.

Cuerva laughed: "CIA!"

Clyde and George said thank you, moved their chairs, sat down, and looked at Cuerva: "MI6!"

George crossed his arms and leaned against the door.

Cuerva glanced at George and looked at Clyde as if resigned to his fate: "Okay, you caught me, you can call my boss."

His tone was relaxed, and he didn't have the slightest hint of being caught as a spy.

But this is normal.

The relationship between the Federation and London is relatively complicated. Under normal circumstances, even if they catch each other's agents, they will choose to exchange some information, rarely if their lives are in danger.

but……

This time it's different.

You have crossed a line, and it seems you crossed it very early.

Clyde smiled, and after confirming Cuerva's identity, he took out the phone.

"explain!"

"confirm."

"good!"

Clyde hung up the phone, stood up, and looked at Cuerva: "Mr. Hanks, let's go to another place. I'll buy you coffee."

Said.

Two CIA agents in black came in and took the key handed over by George. After opening Cuerva's handcuffs, with a whoosh, a black hood directly covered Cuerva.

soon.

Two agents in black led Cuerva out of the room.

Clyde looked at George, who had his arms crossed, and said without hiding anything: "Fortunately, you caught Cuerva, otherwise, we might not be able to find a loophole."

George said nothing.

Clyde sighed: "Someone in the bureau colluded with the MIA people. When Mr. Anonymous used his authority to unlock Lorraine Broughton's information, there was a mole watching Mr. Anonymous, so... Because of this, the people at ICA became murderous towards Locke."

"Why?"

"We're still checking!"

Clyde shook his head, and then sneered: "But that's good. If the ICA doesn't jump out, Anonymous and I will think that it was just an unfortunate accident. Now, it's not just the KGB and MI!"

The people from ICA came over.

People from MI6 also came.

This requires other evidence, it is already clear.

Lorraine Broughton did not die during the mission, but died in a shameless betrayal of cooperating inside and outside, or in other words, died at the hands of MI6.

In Langley's office.

Mr. Anonymous held up his mobile phone with an expressionless face: "Last chance, Mrs. M, tell me your name. Otherwise, you won't get your agent back. You want to break the rules of the game."

Mrs. M hung up the phone directly and neatly, and seemed not to even intend to quibble.

Ah.

Anonymous chuckled and looked at his assistant L: "Put the internal structure diagram of the building on the Thames River on the dark web and sell it to the Red Devils!"

Assistant Agent L nodded.

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