A Certain Marvel Super Player

"Sir..."

"What's wrong?"

"Will doing this..."

Agent L was stunned when he heard what Mr. Anonymous said, and directly threw the defense map of the building by the Thames River for sale on the dark web.

this……

There is no doubt that it was a slap in the face from Chi Guoguo.

Anonymous sneered and looked at Agent L: "Do you think I asked you to give it to the Red Devil?"

Agent L frowned.

Anonymous shook his head. This was the reason why he did not let Agent L go out in the field and serve as his assistant: "The Wushuang Assassin took over Locke's order."

According to reliable information, a private plane just landed at a private airport in Jersey City. Within half an hour after landing, it was refueled and then took off again.

"Unparalleled Assassin?"

"right."

Anonymous raised a photo of the Wushuang Assassin that was placed on the table and smiled: "How is the check of the Wushuang Assassin's information going?"

"rare."

Agent L replied, he couldn't say nothing, he could only say that he had found nothing: "We only know that the Wushuang Assassin first appeared in Texas. He likes to wear sunglasses and drive Audis. We have found nothing else. This person seems to be a ghost. On."

"Maybe he really is?"

"ha?"

"nothing."

Anonymous nodded on the table and looked at Agent L: "Sell the information to the Red Devil. The asking price is five million. The Wushuang Assassin will eat meat and we will drink some soup. It's not too much."

If Mrs. M had not hung up on him just now, then he would not have sold the news to the Red Devil. He would even have given a friendly reminder of the horror of Mrs. M's unparalleled assassin. As long as Mrs. The ghost told him.

actually……

Anonymous already has a spy, but he only suspects it and there is no evidence yet.

Pity.

Mr. Anonymous was thinking this in his mind. When he saw the ringing, Mrs. M, who seemed to have thought about her answer and made the call, smiled and then directly pressed down the phone.

I gave you a chance but you didn't use it.

Then let the person who doesn't give you a chance talk to you.

Buzz!

Thousands of miles above the sky, a silver-white airplane flies in the blue sky and white clouds.

The seats are comfortable.

The stewardess is beautiful.

Good service.

Locke, who was wearing sunglasses, took a sip of the bourbon in his glass, looked around the layout of the private jet, and said to Red Devil, who was sitting opposite and also wearing color-changing glasses, "How much does this plane cost?"

The Red Devil, who had rushed all morning to pick up Locke from Cuba, looked at the newspaper in his hand and said without raising his head: "A warlord in Africa ran out of money after building the project, so he gave it to me."

Said.

The Red Devil raised his head and looked at Locke: "You want it too?"

"I have an idea," Locke said.

I bought a yacht, but it seems unreasonable not to buy a private jet.

“It’s better not to buy it in the next few years.”

"Um?"

"Let's wait a few years. Maybe around the end of 2008, it will be a good choice."

"reason?"

"The economic crisis should come at that time."

"..."

Locke opened his mouth and looked at the Red Devil who was giving him investment advice and predictions. He was a little puzzled: "Since you are a goalkeeper in the criminal world, when did you know so much about the economy?"

The Red Devil laughed and said: "Learn and live until you are old, my friend."

Locke rolled his eyes.

at this time.

"Raymond!"

Not far away, Demby, who was sitting alone, came over and handed the tablet in his hand to the Red Devil.

The Red Devil raised his head and glanced at Demby, then turned his attention to the information on the tablet and couldn't help but sit up.

"hiss!"

The Red Devil took a breath, looked up at Locke who was sitting opposite, then took the phone from Demby's hand, dialed it and said directly: "Pay!"

The next second.

The Red Devil looked at Locke: "Are you going to MI6?"

Locke raised his head, looked at the Red Devil, and smiled: "I thought you weren't interested."

The Red Devil laughed loudly: "I wasn't interested at first, but now I'm just interested."

Locke groaned, and then thought of something: "Is it related to what you just bought?"

The Red Devil said: "MI!"

Locke was slightly startled.

"Is this thing...can you get it?"

"Do you know who the seller is?"

"who?"

"It doesn't matter who it is. What's important is that this seller represents the CIA. That's enough."

"……How much?"

"five million."

Locke was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and asserted: "You were slaughtered."

This news must have been released by Mr. Anonymous.

no doubt.

Locke can still be sure of one thing, that is, Mr. Anonymous is completely using a gun to command him, and he is still the kind of person who can make money by sitting on a mountain and watching the tigers fight.

One MI costs 10,000?

Stop it.

This value cannot be said to be worthless, it can also be said to be a waste of paper. If Locke wants information about London, he will definitely go to the Russians.

Compared to the British, the Russians understand the British and their affairs better.

The most important thing is that he is here to make money.

This is also the reason why Locke called the Red Devils. However, Locke did not tell the Red Devils that his goal this time was to MI what he needed, and he would get it done at once.

He actually wanted to find the ICA.

Pity.

He didn't know where the ICA door was. Fortunately, he knew where the MI6 door was.

This is enough.

You blackmailed my friend and tried to get me to come forward.

Then will I threaten MIICA and show up?

Locke looked at the information sent to his tablet, looked at it, and raised his head: "Red Devil, you should know that the money for purchasing information is not included in my remuneration."

The Red Devil smiled and said: "My friend, if you can help me bring out three pieces of information from this room, I am willing to give you another one million."

"which room?"

"this."

Locke looked at the room on the third floor pointed by the Red Devil and nodded: "Okay, that is, there are three pieces of information in it, as well as the ICA's hard drive, right."

The Red Devil nodded and said: "That's right, yes, I will pay you 10 million yuan."

Locke smiled: "Okay, I'll try my best!"

I brought the Red Devil with me just to complete more missions. After all, going abroad is not easy.

and……

Locke doesn't plan to stay in London for long. It's a snake-skin operation. The best thing to do is to solve it as soon as possible and go home early. In another month, it will be Christmas again.

Two days are enough to play a big scene in a movie!

Next to the Thames, in a building that everyone knows where it is.

"Peerless Assassin!"

"Sex: Male."

"Name unknown, age unknown, identity unknown!"

“Love Audi!”

"The first appearance was in 2002, and then it appeared in New York in 2004. So far, it has been in New York state most of the time."

"The Wushuang Assassin always likes to kill on notice, and he claims to never kill innocent people."

"..."

"enough."

Mrs. M couldn't help but raise her head as she listened to the assistant's words: "I didn't let you read his resume. I mean, have we caught this unparalleled assassin?"

The assistant opened his mouth, then shook his head wisely.

If the Wushuang Assassin could have been caught, he would have been caught long ago, and he would have to wait until now.

Mrs. M looked a little ugly.

She just got some bad news. The defense map of her building was directly exposed on the dark web. Although it was acquired in the shortest possible time, anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that part of the defense map is that building. Building drawings.

Mrs. M once again dialed the phone towards Mr. Anonymous.

This time, it was shut down directly.

"Salama..."

Mrs. M said something rare and irritable, resisting the urge to smash the phone and dial the ICA office.

The call is connected.

"Good job you three idiots!"

After the call was connected, Mrs. M couldn't bear it anymore: "This is what you said, the plan to make the CIA give up. This is what you said, no one will accept this reward?"

Mr. I on the other end of the phone spoke in a normal tone: "Mrs. M, relax, this is not New York, this is London, London, this is our territory!"

Mrs. M said directly: "Have you found the unparalleled assassin?"

Mr. I said: "We are looking for him. He is very cunning, but we have his image data. As long as he appears, we will definitely find him. London is the city with the most cameras in the world."

No one can disappear into thin air in London.

London is known as the City of Cameras, and this nickname is not given casually.

"Shet!"

After Mrs. M hung up the phone, she dialed Anonymous' number again, and once again received the reply that the phone was turned off. Finally, she couldn't help but throw her phone towards the wall: "Xie Te!"

at this time.

"Didi!"

Mrs. M grabbed the phone on the table and said a little irritably, "What's the matter?"

The female assistant sitting outside was silent for a moment and said quickly: "Madam, there is a call from a person named Wushuang. There is no appointment, but he said that if he calls, you will definitely be interested in answering it. He is on the 2nd Wire."

Unparalleled?

Mrs. M was stunned for a moment, then she hummed with a pretended calm expression and transferred the call to line 2.

"hello."

"Mrs. M!"

Wushuang's voice rang directly on the phone: "I think you should know who I am now."

Mrs. M’s face was expressionless: “What do you want?”

"ICA!"

"What?"

"There is no other way, Mrs. M. The information I found all said that ICA is related to your MI, so I can only come to you and hope you can break the news."

"I don't understand……"

"Mrs. M, I'm not here to help you. On the contrary, I'm here to give you multiple-choice questions. You have two choices now!"

"..."