A Certain Marvel Super Player

Of course.

Locke didn't go on TV and hit level 10 on his speech skills just to outline to everyone what Lorraine Broughton looked like, or even who she was.

He has serious business.

As for this serious matter, it just needs Lorraine Broughton to bring it out.

"So……"

On the TV, the beautiful Cuban reporter said with a serious expression: "Mr. Broughton, in the attack that occurred in Long Island, New York a few days ago, the target of those gangsters was you, right?"

Locke nodded: "Yes."

"Then you just said that this gangster is targeting..."

"That's right."

"ia, my mother, Lorraine Broughton's last mission. Unfortunately, she died in that mission."

"……Feel sorry."

"Thank you, but I suddenly discovered that this doesn't seem to be the case."

"Um?"

"Because, the person who took the order not only completed my reward, but even gave me some documents, and in those documents, I knew one thing, ia, was not the murderer of my mother at all. "

"What?"

"Yes."

in the television.

Locke said in a deep voice: "IA, the International Contract Agency, was secretly established by MI5 in London, and then developed with the help of MI6 in London. Therefore, my mother did not die from any killer at all. In other words, it wasn’t some killer kidnapping me at all.”

"There are never killers, only agents!"

"And it's mi5, London, MI5!"

"..."

George was also shocked.

Not mi6?

But mi5?

Good guy.

George was in a daze for a while, so much so that he couldn't even hear clearly the words Locke said at the end of the interview that he would file a civil lawsuit in a New York court.

quickly.

The TV show has just finished.

Jingle Bell!

Locke and George's phones were already ringing off the hook.

"Hello."

Locke looked at the phone above, laughed, stood up, and walked towards the second floor. After answering the phone: "Mr. Anonymous."

Anonymous, who was in Langley and was getting close to the truth, listened to Agent L's report and said with some disbelief: "What are you doing?"

are you crazy.

Can this kind of thing be discussed in public?

Are there any more rules?

If everyone acts like this in the future, how will intelligence work be carried out?

Locke sneered and said, "Mr. Anonymous, I didn't say that. I haven't decided yet to join you again."

Anonymous said solemnly: "What exactly do you want to do?"

Locke said: "Mr. Anonymous, in your eyes, I have the kind of character that if someone hits me, I won't fight back. I'm fighting back."

"You're playing with fire."

"ha."

"You've allowed the unparalleled assassins to turn London into chaos."

"that's not me."

"What?"

Locke walked into Gwen's room, closed the door, and said with a smile: "But it's not me after all, isn't it? Besides, what's wrong with me suing? They don't have to come anyway. After all, our long-arm jurisdiction is not Everyone agrees, right?"

The unparalleled assassin kills quickly.

But Wushuang Assassin still made money.

Don't I make money?

The corners of Anonymous' mouth twitched.

If this matter really goes to court, then London's face won't be a question of whether it's swollen or not, but whether it's there or not.

After Locke finished speaking, he was slightly stunned and said thoughtfully: "What, Mr. Anonymous, you called me to teach me how to do things?"

Anonymous came back to his senses: "I'm just caring about you."

Locke smiled slightly: "Thank you, I'm fine!"

Anonymous took a deep breath, hung up the phone, leaned on the chair, and shook his head.

Locke is very good now, but someone is not.

London.

On the banks of the Thames.

A thud.

The new Agent 007, James Bond, looked at the acting director with an ugly face, and threw the tablet on the table: "Ia, is this Locke Broughton telling the truth?"

He had also more or less bumped into this ia who was making trouble in the world.

But it's one thing to bump into them, but it's another thing to know that this group of mysterious organizations who can do anything for money, since they are inextricably related to them.

Put it this way.

Although agents are trained as killers, if you tell an agent in front of him that he is just a killer, he will definitely be very angry.

Now, it's even more serious.

The agent and the killer are like a family.

How is this different from a mouse and a cat starting a happy cohabitation life?

The acting director, who had just taken office and had not yet figured out his head, opened his mouth.

James Bond showed a grateful smile, stood up, and walked towards the door. Ignoring the calls of 007 and 007 behind him, he closed the door with a bang.

"007!"

"q!"

In the underground garage, Bond opened his car, looked at Q standing next to the car and said directly: "Go home, it's over."

Isn’t it time to go home?

Once the court is held in New York, no, there is no need to hold a court in New York. As long as the information in hand is taken out and made public, what is the need for MI6 to exist?

In other words, what kind of skin can continue to exist?

Q quickly walked up and hugged Bond.

Then.

Q lowered his head and left.

Bond was stunned for a moment. After closing the car door, he took out the thing that had just been thrust into him. What he saw was a pen holder.

Mrs. M's pen case.

Bond was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and couldn't help but look.

Bond here left in style, but the acting director of MI6 was as busy as a sardine can. He directly called the director of MI6 and was called to Downing Street together.

"Shet!"

"Didn't you say that the person is still in London and no one has escaped?"

"Where are the people?"

"Didn't you promise that the Wushuang assassin is still in the safe house?"

"..."

The prime minister, who was still thinking about whether he could be re-elected this year, was extremely angry.

That's it.

It's a waste of time to be re-elected. It would be great if he is not directly impeached and steps down.

but……

Whether he can be re-elected is one thing, but losing his face in his hands is another matter entirely.

"Now, you two, who the hell can explain to me what ia is!!!"

"..."

The acting director of MI6 looked directly at the director of MI5 and said with his eyes: "Your man, you have to explain it!"

It's normal for the Prime Minister not to know.

After all, when IA was established, he was not the Prime Minister. Besides, it would not be good to change someone's position in a few years and know so many secrets.

Just like the Federal President.

The President of the Federation probably doesn't even know if there are aliens in Area 51, but other people, such as people who generally don't change their positions every few years, do know.

The Prime Minister was furious.

The head of MI5 lowered his head, feeling aggrieved.

Under normal circumstances, he is unwilling to say it.

but……

Something happened, and looking at Locke, he was not the kind to talk nonsense. He had already carried it to death once. Ia was sure that no one would dare to take the order, but in the end, a stupid Qing Wushuang assassin appeared to take the order. .

Then, they just exploded.

Again, no one from MI5 dared to gamble.

"Farke!"

really.

After the Prime Minister listened to the director of MI5 saying that he was not sure what was missing from the IA office, he couldn't help but cursed: "Damn assassin, by the way, has a wanted order been issued for that assassin?"

"Sent out."

"And our allies."

"clear."

The Prime Minister opened his mouth and waved his hand. He could no longer think of any face-saving projects that he had not done yet.

the next day.

New York City!

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at the front page headline of the newspaper that squeezed him out.

The Prime Minister of London expressed indignation and threatened to catch the Wushuang assassin!

Ah.

There are many people arresting me, who are you?

George is all lined up in front of you.

Locke drank the coffee in his hand, looked at George walking out of the kitchen, and nodded with a smile: "Good morning, George."

George deadpanned.

He worked overtime last night and came back very late. When he came back, he was no longer curious and surprised when he saw Locke in the morning.

"Wow."

Helen was also looking at a mobile phone, looking at the news on it, and pulled Gwen over who was walking out of the kitchen: "Gwen, look."

Gwen looked curiously: "In 1993, a cargo plane that passed through the Federal Express Castle and disappeared while flying over the Pacific was discovered at 9:10 yesterday morning. Also, he spent time alone on the island. The then cargo escort who had been working for twelve years?”

Good guy.

express delivery.

goods?

Locke raised his eyebrows.

Gwen flicked her ponytail: "Wow, Locke, look, he has been standing alone on the island for twelve years, but he has not opened the express delivery that needs him to deliver. Moreover, in these twelve years, he has kept this Those express delivery are so romantic.”

Locke looked at Gwen who grabbed Helen's cell phone and ran to him to let him read the news. He smiled and pointed at his watch: "Gwen, time."

A person has been guarding a shabby express delivery for twelve years. Is this called romance?

At most, it’s news.

Locke had seen this news yesterday, but not again. Anyway, there must be no courier from him among the couriers that have been missing for twelve years.

In that case, why is he paying attention to this thing?

soon.

Out of the apartment.

Locke walked in front, unlocked his car, and then, watching a black SUV passing by not far away, narrowed his eyes, pulled Gwen and stood behind him.

The six senses gave no warning.

But there is no doubt that the comer is evil.

Nothing else.

Because the car that followed was not flying the Union flag, but the British flag.

At this time, bring Ying to your door?

Is there anything good going on?

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