A Certain Marvel Super Player

Is this a surprise for me?

Gwen thought curiously, but New Orleans feels pretty good.

but……

Sadly not.

Locke didn't hide anything from Gwen, and he didn't say that he would take Gwen with him this time. At least, it wouldn't work this time.

This time it's a witch story.

No matter how you play Wushuang Assassin, the enemies you provoke are all ordinary people, so it's not a big deal for Gwen to get involved.

After all, George can do it, so why can’t Gwen.

But not New Orleans.

Locke planned to go and yell "Let that witch go!" instead of explaining to Gwen "Gwen, I'm not a witch!"

"It's Carrie."

Locke's eyes were clear and he said to Gwen: "Carrie has a friend in New Orleans. Chester is worried about letting Carrie go there alone, so he plans to let me go and watch."

Gwen's eyes widened: "Carrie?"

Locke nodded.

George frowned: "Then you ask the police station over there..."

Locke spread his hands and looked at George helplessly: "George, have we encountered a lot of troubles these few times when we go out? I am prepared for anything."

George opened his mouth, then shook his head: "Okay, I'll send you the phone number later. When will I go?"

"the day after tomorrow."

Locke looked at Gwen and smiled and said, "I'll go there after Christmas, and then it will take about a week or so."

Just in time to come back without delaying my trip to Canada for skiing.

After Gwen heard Locke tell the reason, she didn't ask too much. After all, it was Locke's business. The most important thing was that Gwen believed in Locke.

Christmas this year was pretty ordinary.

It was in Gwen's apartment without roasting a turkey. Turkey is so unpalatable. In Helen's words, if you roast a turkey, you will have to eat turkey burgers for at least a month after Christmas.

Christmas night.

Boom!

Boom!

On the island of Manhattan, evolution blooms brilliantly.

On the rooftop.

Locke and Gwen were sitting on a hanging chair on the rooftop of the apartment.

The hanging chair moves slowly.

Gwen held one of Locke's arms and rested her head wrapped in a scarf on Locke's shoulder. She felt a little bit miraculous as she watched the clothes become less and less, and it seemed that only Locke was left in a suit: "You Is not It Cold?"

Locke shook his head: "A calm mind will naturally warm you up."

Are you kidding? He is already a man of steel. Although he is at the lowest level, but no matter what, if he can't even control his own body temperature, can he still be called a man of steel?

Gwen sat firmly and hammered Locke: "That's called calming the mind. You are using Eastern culture indiscriminately again."

Gwen had a hard time understanding Locke's bad taste.

Culture should be used for learning, not for distortion and modification. If you modify and distort it at will, it is not respecting culture. Failure to respect culture means disrespecting history.

Locke looked at Gwen with a serious expression and opened his mouth: "Okay, my bad."

Even if it was Gwen, it would be difficult for him to explain to Gwen the difference between abuse and ridicule.

And, it’s Christmas.

Gwen seemed to have thought of something: "What is that amulet? Have you found it?"

Locke took out the USB flash drive-shaped amulet from his pocket with his left hand that Lorraine Broughton should have sent twelve years ago: "You said this, no."

To be precise, he didn't have time to look for it in the past two days.

He went off to find the Anila Katz whom Carrie would go to New Orleans with tomorrow.

Anila Katz is dead.

But Locke is not a psychic. Obviously, what Carrie wants is the murderer of Anila Katz, not a corpse. Locke is not interested in the death of Anila Katz, but Curious, why Anila Katz.

What Carrie wants is Anila Katz's killer.

And what Locke wants is the cause of Anila Katz's death.

Locke has done some research in the past two days, and he finally understands why Carrie and Anila are good friends.

Nothing else.

Anila is simply a replica of Carrie White, the New York version.

Moreover, ten days ago, the social activities of several Anila classmates also seemed to show that Anila Katz seemed to have become a little weird because of awakening the power of the witch.

Later, after a teacher's home visit, Anila Katz's mother booked a ticket to New Orleans for the first day of vacation.

obviously.

This is a sad story.

Gwen smiled slightly, as if thinking about tomorrow, and looked at Locke: "You are going to New Orleans tomorrow. Do you need me to accompany you?"

Locke looked at Gwen who was leaning on his shoulder and speaking casually, and smiled: "Of course it's no problem. Carrie is just worried about whether something happened to her friend, but the problem shouldn't be big. Just in time, we went over there and it's already Spend a few days in New Orleans, I’m booking tickets now.”

Said.

Locke took out his cell phone and prepared to place an order.

Gwen rolled her eyes and stopped Locke: "I'm joking, grandpa and grandma are coming over tomorrow. I'm very busy, so you can go alone."

Locke shrugged.

In fact, Gwen can go, that’s great, so just let the witch Roko and the witch Syndra accompany them.

Even if the situation falls apart, Locke feels that he can still suppress it.

the next day.

Locke arrived at Carrie's door early in the morning.

Carrie opened the door almost as soon as Locke's vehicle arrived. Carrying her backpack, she opened the door and got in.

Very impatient.

Seeing this, Locke shook his head, but didn't say anything. He started the car, and then, the car roared and drove away towards JFK International Airport.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

Locke and Carrie caught the earliest flight from New York's John F. Kennedy to New Orleans' Louis Amsterdam International Airport.

"Good morning, Mr. Broughton."

"Good morning, Ms. Chester."

In the first class cabin, the service quality of the stewardess was still much higher than that in the economy class cabin. She brought slippers and even bourbon.

Carrie looked at Locke who was smiling and taking the bourbon and felt amazing. However, looking at the normal expression of the stewardess, she tentatively asked: "Can you give me that glass of wine?"

The answer is of course yes.

Locke looked at Carrie from the side: "Do you think there is anyone else in the first class?"

Carrie looked around. It seemed that she and Locke were the only ones.

Locke shrugged: "From a certain point of view, I booked the first-class cabin, which is equivalent to my private space. As for private space, drinking alcohol does not count as a violation of the prohibition of being in public places under the age of twenty-one." There’s a drinking rule.”

Carrie froze.

Of course.

This method is a good one, but it is a bit expensive.

If Locke hadn't made extra money some time ago, I'm afraid he would have hesitated before doing this.

but……

Enjoyment is real enjoyment.

When the plane landed, Locke didn't feel any fatigue or discomfort at all, but he encountered a few minor troubles when picking up the car.

"Rock Broughton?"

"Yes."

Locke saw that after he took the key, a patrolman suddenly came out from not far away and raised his eyebrows: "Officer, are you okay?"

When the patrol officer saw Locke nodding in recognition, he got out of the car, took out his equipment, and looked at Locke with a smile: "If you don't mind, let's take an alcohol test."

Locke raised his eyebrows.

The result of the test was naturally no alcohol.

When the patrol officer saw this, his expression was very calm. He put away his equipment and returned Locke's driver's license: "I wish you a happy life, sir."

Locke smiled and said, "You too, officer."

boarding.

launch.

Carrie in the passenger seat finally came back to her senses and blinked: "That was..."

Locke laughed: "My little game with George."

Carrie: "..."

After seeing Locke driving away, the patrol officer over there took out his mobile phone and opened his immediate boss. Then, his boss made another call to George, who was holding his youngest daughter at home.

"What?"

George looked shocked as he listened to the call from his good friend in New Orleans: "This is impossible."

Gwen, who was in the dining room, raised her head, ran into the living room with a hiss, and then looked at George nervously, as if asking what happened to Locke.

George glanced at his daughter's face and hummed into the phone. After hanging up the phone, he touched his chin: "This is wrong."

Gwen almost cried: "Dad."

George looked up and took a breath of air: "Did this wild boar know that I would do this, so he didn't drink a drop of wine on the plane?"

"Huh?"

"Damn, I thought I could catch that wild boar's loophole."

"……dad!"

Gwen reacted, and then her face turned dark instantly. She looked at George, who was performing an unusually exaggerated performance in front of her, stamped her feet, called for support from the sidelines, and looked at Helen over there: "Mom, look at Dad."

Said.

Gwen looked at George very seriously and crossed her arms: "Dad, Locke trusted you and told you this, but you took Locke's trust as an opportunity to poke him. This is not good."

not angry.

The trumpet already exists.

George thought in his mind, looking at the trumpet in his arms, and then looking up, smiling at Gwen who was angry and stamping her feet, and her whole body was obviously transformed into the shape of Locke.

Helen over there raised her head and said, "Don't worry, Locke won't care about your father. Locke doesn't care. Why are you helping Locke complain about your father like this?"

George nodded: "Look at your mother..."

There was a pause.

George reacted: "It's the opposite, what do you mean, Locke doesn't care about me, it's obviously me..."

Helen came over, beat Andy from George's arms, gave George a roll of the eyes, and said to Gwen: "When your father and grandpa were playing like this, I didn't do this to you. I stood there naked. As for George, as a man, some of your own little games are normal, don’t go too far.”

Gwen opened her mouth and looked at Helen, who had such nervousness written all over her face that she might as well wait until after the Chinese New Year to go to the city hall to testify at the age of eighteen, and then looked at George.

The next second.

Gwen stamped her feet and turned around: "I went back to the room to read."

George: "..."

Helen: "..."