A Certain Marvel Super Player

call out!

call out!

call out!

After Locke entered the hall, not far away, the soldiers opened fire and rushed directly to the stairwell. Then, without looking, he walked directly towards the stairs upstairs.

If you want to open Wushuang, it's not too late to open it again after completing the task.

"stand……"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

Locke raised his right hand slightly and continued to move towards the third floor without even looking.

The bullet came out of the chamber, and before the soldier who pushed out the escape room on the second floor had time to say a complete sentence, his eyes widened and he fell down softly.

at this time.

There was a boom.

Locke looked at the thing rolling down the stairs, raised his eyebrows, and with two puffs, he directly opened the escape passage on the third floor. When he walked into what seemed to be a swimming pool on the third floor, behind him, there was an explosion accompanied by screams. The sound came.

The soldiers who came up from the first and second floors were blown up by their own sweet potatoes and turned upside down.

but……

"He's here!"

"Fire!"

"shot."

"Puff puff!"

Locke quickly dodged toward the stairs next to him.

"Hurry up!"

"Shet!"

"He ran up there."

"quick!"

A group of people ran to the door where Locke had just left, and just pulled the door handle. The next second, there was a loud bang, and the entire third floor floor disappeared directly from the ceiling of the second floor.

call out!

Locke grabbed the unparalleled magic weapon that flew back after the explosion, laughed, and continued to move forward, following the same pattern, accompanied by several deafening roars.

There are no stairs in this building.

Standing in the escape room on the eighth floor, I looked down. Puff, puff, puff. Several soldiers who had escaped death raised their guns. They seemed to have seen themselves, and they fired incompetently and furiously.

"So easy?"

Locke opened the door, thinking this in his mind, and then saw the three identical numbered killers standing at the door of the glass office, and suddenly smiled: "No surprise!"

Every little boss likes to send a few monsters away when others hit him in the face.

Very normal.

The three numbered killers showed expressionless expressions of fighting.

The smile on Locke's face became even brighter.

The next second.

Get out the gun!

What age it is, if he could remotely control the missile to accurately blast this place at home, no one else would show up in London.

An inch long, an inch strong!

but……

"boom!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

After three gunshots, the three numbered killers all raised their heads in an instant, but they did not rush to the street after being shot like the others.

But...

Locke looked at the silver-white substance on the foreheads of the three numbered killers suspiciously, and seemed to think of something: "Subdermal titanium body armor?"

Isn't this thing still under experimentation?

The finished product is out?

Last year, there was news in the killer industry about this device that was boasted to be amazing, but in fact, it was a nanorobot that was injected into the subcutaneous layer in the form of a liquid, and then covered your whole body, and could even improve your reaction ability.

According to the valuation given by the Red Devils at that time, if this could really be successful, one shot could be sold for two million, and perhaps far more.

But Locke didn't care.

Locke used to have toughness, but now he has a body of steel. Moreover, this thing is said to be high-tech, but in fact, the technology is too low-end, and the defensive performance of this thing is not as good as advertised.

do not forget.

Cells can produce their own systems.

The nanoworms that make up the subcutaneous body armor cannot replenish themselves. In other words, if you want the subcutaneous titanium body armor to be effective at all times, you may need to get an injection after finishing one shot.

The shortcomings are obvious and the price/performance ratio is too low.

"Boom!"

Locke also took his left hand from the waist, and then, with both guns in his hands, he instantly aimed at a killer and fired directly!

The two killers next to him quickly moved out of the way.

but!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Locke fired a pistol directly at the head of the numbered killer who was standing in front of him. The golden dancer on his right hand threw out bullets one after another as if dancing, directly blasting away the bullets coming towards him. bullet.

"Boom!"

As if a fragile string was broken, in front of him, the killer who had withstood Locke's entire magazine of bullets in one second opened his eyes wide. A large window on his forehead was very conspicuous, and the nanobugs that were invisible to the naked eye were visible. After trying to repair it and finding that I didn't have enough, it seemed to crash.

"look."

Locke turned around and looked at the numbered killer who was also paying attention to the golden dancer. He thought he was hiding behind the bunker and used them to kill him. "It seems that my firepower is strong enough."

Said.

Locke walked to the back of the bunker and stared at the two numbered killers who had titanium body armor under their skin, but whose heads were blown off by him.

No problem this time.

Locke raised his eyebrows, turned around, and walked towards the glass partitioned office.

After entering.

Surrounded by glass mirrors.

Looking at it, it seems that there are countless Lockes.

On the ground, in the corridors on both sides, and even on the ceiling, there was Locke's appearance.

"This person..."

Locke looked at the decoration style and couldn't help but complain: "Either he is abnormal in his heart, or there is something wrong in his heart."

Who in their right mind would think of using mirrors as walls?

Except for haunted houses.

"Quack!"

"..."

Locke looked up at the place where the voice came from with a look that was sure to be true. Unfortunately, he was wearing sunglasses, and no one could see his eyes under the sunglasses: "ICA, you are harder to find."

"But you found it anyway."

"luck!"

Locke licked his tongue and said with a calm expression: "I need a sum of money, just right, you are worth 30 million, and you also meet my order requirements."

Mr. C snorted coldly: "I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it."

Locke smiled and said, "I've always had a good appetite."

Mr. C changed the subject: "Mr. Wushuang, if you leave now, we can give you 30 million. Even if you bring Rock Broughton over, I can give you an additional 30 million. How about that?"

"real?"

"certainly!"

"good."

"……What?"

Locke seemed to have found the surveillance position and looked over: "Okay, I'll take this order."

Mr. C and Mrs. A looked at each other.

The next second.

Mr. C frowned and looked at Locke on the surveillance camera: "Are you kidding me?"

Locke shook his head, walked into the surveillance camera, quietly took out the USB, and connected it to the interface on the back of the camera: "I'm serious, I just took the order, and I haven't paid yet. If you give me a call now, If you pay a deposit of 15 million, I guarantee that I will definitely take your order."

Mr. C looked at Mrs. A next to him, who shook her head.

Wushuang Assassin takes orders and never changes the order.

"You fool me!"

"no."

"Wushuang Assassin, the last thing you should do is step on it even though you know it's a trap."

Mr. C seemed to temporarily break away from the villain role after taking a look at Mrs. A, and directly pressed the switch on the table without BB.

Boom!

Boom!

Both sides of the glass corridor were instantly closed.

"quack!"

Mr. C's laughter was as harsh as a drake: "A peerless assassin is nothing more than that."

While talking.

There was a bang, and the sealed corridor was filled with strange purple smoke. After a while, when the smoke dissipated, the Wushuang assassin was lying in the corridor with sores on his head and pus on his feet.

"Hahaha."

"call!"

Mrs. A, who had been worrying about him, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this scene. Then, she said with a look of resentment: "That damn Rock Broughton, find him and turn him into a bastard." A doll.”

Mr. C smiled, took out a cigar with great enthusiasm, and lit it: "What an unparalleled assassin? A Federalist is a Federalist. He honestly likes to brag. I think he is an arrogant assassin."

Fortunately, he thought the Wushuang Assassin was so powerful.

It was MI6 again.

It’s Mrs. C’s lair again.

Then, he directly attacked him from the front in a swaggering manner?

Mr. C has already made a series of preparations.

result……

That's it?

That’s all gone?

Good guy.

Mr. C shook his head speechlessly, grabbed the phone next to him, and dialed.

soon.

The call is connected.

"it's me."

"The trouble is solved."

"I am sure."

"Tell them not to come up yet and wait for us to leave."

"good."

Mr. C hung up the phone directly and looked at Mrs. A: "It's time for us to leave."

Although the Wushuang Assassin is dead, the real trouble has just begun. This time, the Wushuang Assassin has completely exposed one of their offices, and even flattened an office.

Mrs. A stood up, put on her coat, and casually looked at the surveillance camera from the corner of her eye: "Wait a minute."

Mr. C has reopened the door of the safe house. Hearing Mrs. A’s words behind him, he didn’t even look back: “Fuck…”

Mrs. A's eyes widened, looking at Locke who suddenly disappeared without a trace in the surveillance, and quickly raised her head: "Wait, Wushuang Thorn..."

Like Mr. C who just got stuck, Mrs. A also got stuck again.

Nothing else.

Locke was using a golden dancer to hold Mr. C's head, and walked into the safe house from the messy but silent office with a smile on his face.

Boom!

Locke also closed the door smoothly, and after closing the door, it was impossible for the safe house to be opened from the outside, even if the top locksmith came. Even if it was to be opened by force, at least It also takes half an hour to cut.

"enough."

Locke silently thought about the time he would need to spend later. He looked at Mr. C and Mrs. A here and showed a smile. He looked at the safe house with beds, sofas and even surveillance cameras and smiled: "You two, please sit down. !”