A Certain Marvel Super Player

Tonight's night was unusually long.

Bang!

Locke landed firmly on the hotel balcony, then pushed open the balcony and walked in. He happened to see the bespectacled otaku with his hands and feet tied up, his cheeks rosy and swollen like a pig's head.

"ha."

Locke laughed uncontrollably and looked at Carrie, who was sitting on the sofa with her arms folded: "Did you hit him?"

Carrie's face was expressionless: "He doesn't tell the truth!"

The bespectacled otaku howled.

"I really do not know……"

"Snapped!"

Carrie waved her right hand in the air, and a palm composed of magic energy directly hit the bespectacled otaku's right face again.

moment.

The bespectacled otaku's face became swollen again.

Locke smiled and walked toward the bar without making a sound to stop Carrie.

Carrie was already angry.

after all……

From a certain point of view, Anila Katz is a replica of her former self. In Carrie's view, she was just lucky enough to meet Locke. If she had not met Locke, the final outcome would have been... Same as Anila Katz.

was burned.

thrown away.

He was even stripped of his clothes and buried in the wilderness.

If Locke hadn't been there, Carrie wouldn't have restrained herself at all. If Carrie had come alone, by the time Locke arrived, the small town of Leili Lake would have been completely slaughtered by Carrie. .

Carrie looked at Locke who didn't seem to object to this and walked to the bar in search of a drink. She stood up, grabbed a fruit plate on the table, and banged it directly on the head of the howling glasses nerd.

The bespectacled otaku was immediately stunned.

"Say or not?"

"..."

Damn it, Hank, Rod, where the hell have you been and why aren't you here yet?

The bespectacled nerd only felt a buzzing in his mind, and then he felt his forehead was warm. He looked at it carefully and found that blood was falling like sweat.

The next second.

The bespectacled otaku let out a scream again.

but……

Carrie threw a dark magic ball directly into the bespectacled otaku's mouth.

Over there at the bar.

Locke, holding the wine glass and sipping the bourbon in the glass, smiled when he saw this, walked over, and then sat directly on the coffee table, looking at the bespectacled otaku who was restrained on the chair, looking towards Jia next to him. Li nodded.

Carrie opened her right hand, and with a whoosh, the dark magic ball that was stuffed into the bespectacled otaku's mouth like a ball of speech ran out directly, turning into black mist and blending into the space.

Locke had a smile on his face.

"Hello."

"ah!"

"puff!"

"ah!!!"

Locke let go of his right hand, looked at the fruit knife inserted in the right leg of the bespectacled otaku, smiled, waved his left hand, and took out a fruit knife again: "Scream again, the other leg, the third time, I will chop your hand." ,Understand?"

The bespectacled otaku closed his mouth instantly, and blood and cold sweat mingled on his forehead.

But, he stopped screaming.

Locke looked at Carrie next to him: "This is why we have to learn. Do you understand? If you don't learn, you won't know what kind of interrogation can make people obedient."

Carrie looked at the bespectacled otaku who shut up completely after just one sentence, and nodded in understanding.

Locke said: "I can ask you Chester later, he knows."

Interrogation is also a science.

Locke learned systematically from Chester, and then he was taught this by Clyde Shelton. Speaking of which, the directions of Clyde Shelton and Professor Chester were somewhat specious, but they were quite different. Poor.

but.

Killers and agents are trained in the same way, but in the end they have different employment directions.

Locke didn't pay much attention to this.

"puff!"

"ah……"

"Woo!"

The bespectacled otaku looked at the fruit knife that fell on his left thigh again, and was about to scream loudly. Then, looking at Locke who took out a fruit knife again, he gritted his teeth and broke into a cold sweat. I felt so cold and frightened all over: "Why!"

He had stopped barking.

"I like."

"..."

Locke picked up the bourbon next to him, took a sip with an expressionless expression, and said something. Then, holding the wine glass, he looked at the glasses nerd: "I just want to ask you, who killed Anila Kaz."

"I……"

The bespectacled nerd almost squeezed out the words through his teeth, and was about to struggle a little, waiting for the rescue that he didn't know was impossible, but looking at Locke who was smiling in front of him and giving him two swords, he was still frightened: "Yes. Rod and Old Fox.”

Locke looked at Carrie as if to say, how about it.

Carrie crossed her arms and carefully recalled what Locke had done just now, keeping it in her heart. After all, you have to learn and live to grow old.

Locke came back to his senses and looked at the bespectacled nerd expressionlessly: "Continue."

The bespectacled otaku trembled all over and told the real story of Anila Kaz in a weak tone.

actually……

It's pretty much what Locke guessed.

That Ian Mullen is a scapegoat. According to the spectacled otaku, Ian Mullen was cursed when he executed a witch who knew how to curse. As long as Ian Mullen speaks again, then, His vitality will disappear rapidly, and his organs will even be vomited out, causing a very painful death.

Therefore, when Locke, Carrie and others came to find him, Jim Rohn thought of convicting Ian Mullen and letting Locke and Carrie leave early. After all, this year is the day of the witches' gathering. , they already know where the witches will gather, and they are already gearing up to catch all the witches in New Orleans this time.

As for why Jim Rohn changed his mind?

Cold sweat broke out on the bespectacled otaku's forehead, and his upper and lower teeth were already touching each other: "Jim Rohn has a sixth sense that is different from ordinary people. He can feel the safety of the future after making this choice."

Locke raised his eyebrows: "Sixth sense?"

By the way, shouldn't he be the only one who owns this thing?

Gwen seems to have it too.

but……

Gwen's one seemed to be aimed only at him.

The bespectacled otaku's tone was already very weak: "Because, Rhodes' grandmother is a witch."

Locke was slightly stunned when he heard this answer.

The next second.

Locke smiled: "What do you think about a descendant of a witch becoming your leader?"

The bespectacled nerd shook his head: "Old Fox, too, but they are men, and men will not awaken the potential of witches. Therefore, they hate witches. Whether it is Rhodes or old Fox, they are both young and old. When I found out about this, I burned the awakened witch in my family to death."

"hiss!"

Locke took a breath after hearing these words: "He is indeed a wolf killer."

He just said it.

How could the person who could fight him for one round without falling behind be an unknown person? In the end, it turned out that he was really not a good guy, but a ruthless person.

"Salem only protects witches, not wizards."

"And men with witch blood who want to become witches can only find someone else who gives them power."

"But, they have Salem blood."

"There is no dimension that will accept them and lend them power."

"so……"

The bespectacled nerd seemed to have started talking, and he said without hesitation: "Rhodes, Old Fox, and several other descendants of witches, they all hate the Salem witches more than we do."

Locke nodded.

He can understand.

If he was like this, he would also feel comfortable. After all, why, why can't I be a witch since I'm a man? It's not fair.

……etc.

I seem to be a witch.

Locke came to his senses, blinked, and shook his head.

After the glasses otaku said these things that he shouldn't have said, he looked at Locke with a look of longing: "Let me go, and I'll tell you, I'll give you a copy of the surveillance. Don't you want evidence? I will testify in court. of."

No one is afraid of death.

Just now, the glasses otaku just believed that Rod and Hank would show up to save him.

but……

Rod and Hank had let him down, so it was normal for him to save himself because of his desire for life.

Locke heard this and looked at the glasses otaku.

"Monitoring copies."

"Promise first that you will let me go."

"I promise you won't die."

Locke did not disappoint the bespectacled nerd, and gave his promise: "Now, if you say, surveillance copy, you put it over Lake Leili, then..."

The bespectacled otaku said hurriedly: "It's not in Lake Leili, it's in the city, just in an apartment I rented."

Said.

Desperate to survive, the bespectacled otaku immediately revealed the hiding place of the surveillance copy.

Locke smiled, stood up, and looked at Carrie: "Get rid of him."

Carrie's face was expressionless, and in her right hand, a dark sphere appeared again.

The bespectacled otaku felt bad all over. Looking at Locke walking towards the balcony, he immediately screamed: "You promised me."

Locke stopped and looked at the bespectacled nerd, his smile still on his lips: "Yes, I promised you, I said, I promise you won't die, but I didn't say, I will let you live!"

For Locke, death is always the most merciful punishment.

He has the ability to make life worse than death.

Life under extraordinary power is worse than death, that's more.

and……

The bespectacled otaku saw his true appearance, and if you think about it carefully, it’s impossible.

There are very few people who know Locke's true appearance, but one thing always remains the same. Either they are the ones Locke trusts without reservation, such as Chester, or they are the ones Locke trusts and can control, such as Carrie, or they are the ones Locke wants to Through this, it made him seriously consider it, such as Cordelia, who had just learned what he looked like.

This glasses geek is not one of them.

Locke turned around.

behind.

It was the bespectacled otaku who was soaking under the dark magic ball, his brain was being baptized, and he was letting out bursts of shrill screams.

Strange to say.

When we got to the balcony, the screams in the living room suddenly stopped.

The air was silent.

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