A Certain Marvel Super Player

Three hundred and sixty-two, the first leading party

"grown ups."

Assistant Dolan pushed the door open and walked in. He looked at the thirty-sixth generation Dolan behind the desk, gave up his position, and said, "They are here."

The thirty-sixth generation Dolan hummed and raised his head.

The next second.

The thirty-sixth generation Dolan was dumbfounded.

coming?

Who the hell is here?

They are not the people I want you to bring here.

The thirty-sixth generation Dolan's thoughts changed rapidly, his pupils dilated, and he exclaimed!

"dark……"

"boom!"

"Bang!"

Carrie opened her right hand towards the frightened thirty-sixth generation Dolan who almost jumped up from the seat, and her left hand was like holding a little chicken. The magic power surged, directly pulling Dolan who had just brought them in. The assistant lifted Lingkong up.

moment.

The thirty-sixth generation Dolan and Dolan's assistant both covered their necks with both hands, as if they were fighting with the air.

There was a click.

Locke flicked his right hand, took out a big lock, and locked the door from the inside. Then, he turned around and looked at Assistant Dolan hanging in the air and raised his eyebrows.

"Alas!"

Locke laughed twice in surprise and looked at Assistant Dolan: "Why were you hung up?"

Assistant Dolan's face turned red.

Locke turned to look at Carrie and said with a smile, "They brought us here with good intentions. We can't repay kindness with enmity."

Carrie understood and took back her left hand.

Boom!

Assistant Dolan landed on the equally valuable floor with a splat like a shrimp with soft legs. Then, he released his hands and pressed them against the floor. While gasping for air, he coughed violently.

Locke walked next to Assistant Dolan.

Squat down.

Pat on the back.

Locke's tone was as if he cared about a good friend of his. He patted Assistant Dolan's back. Looking at Assistant Dolan whose coughing gradually slowed down, he smiled and said, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

Assistant Dolan seemed a little weak, but his complexion gradually improved.

at this time.

Boom, boom, boom!

It seemed that people outside heard the unusual coughing sound inside and discovered something. When they were about to push the door, they found that the door could not be pushed open no matter what, and the big lock was slammed against the door panel.

"Priest!"

"grown ups."

"Pope Dolan!"

"..."

Dolan...Pope?

Locke heard a title coming from outside. He raised his head and looked at the thirty-sixth generation Dolan, who was the only one lifted up in the air by Carrie. The corners of his mouth raised: "I didn't know yet. Is there such a title?"

The thirty-sixth generation Dolan's face turned red and he seemed to be suffocating.

"hehe."

Locke smiled and looked at Carrie: "Go and do what you want to do. I'm here to chat with this assistant."

He promised Carrie that there is a Dolan Church in New York. All the persecution of witches originated from this Dolan Church. The cases in New Orleans and the endless bones of witches in Lake Riley are all because of Dolan. church.

now……

It's time to pay off the debt.

Carrie looked at Locke and nodded.

The next second.

boom!

Carrie turned around and looked at the banging door that had been smashed. Magic power surged, and in an instant, the three-meter-high gold-plated door flew out parallel and upside down.

In an instant.

The Dolan believers who swarmed to the gate and tried to break down the door to save people. The person standing behind the gate couldn't dodge and was directly hit by the parallel blast of the gate. With a bang, he was shot hard. On the wall opposite the corridor.

Flat!

"Boom!"

Carrie walked out of the room, looked up, Syndra's crown appeared directly, her hands spread out, and five dark spheres appeared directly.

boom!

When Dolan's followers who came up from the stairs saw the thirty-sixth generation Dolan being pulled up in the air, their expressions suddenly changed. Then, when they looked at Carrie, the weapons in their hands were full of weapons. The fire started suddenly.

only……

When the dense bullets were about to approach Carrie's body, five dark spheres quickly began to rotate around the suspended Carrie. With a clanking sound, the bullets that hit Carrie were instantly shot down by the dark spheres. , and then scattered in all directions.

In an instant!

Throughout the corridor, there were constant screams and screams!

But it's not Carrie's, but the unlucky guy who was shot several times by his own people!

There was a pop.

One of the cultists couldn't dodge. He paused and looked down at his chest. Before he had time to think about it, the back of his head hurt. The moment he opened his mouth, there was a bang, and his whole head exploded like a ripe watermelon. .

"ah!"

"Farke!"

"Don't shoot, Shet!"

"Call the police, call the police!"

"..."

Locke, who was in the thirty-sixth generation Dolan's office, looked at the Dolan disciples who were running around in the corridor, screaming and howling, and then couldn't help laughing after hearing one of the words.

Call the police?

When you found out you were going to die, did you know you had to go to the police station?

What did you do early?

Locke was thinking this in his mind, looking at the Dolan disciples who fell down one after another in the corridor, his eyes flickering, without any sympathy for the loss of these people's lives, just sighing that he was worthy of being a big customer of hell.

Put it this way.

Locke felt that sometimes, the performance he completed in a day accounted for one-third of the performance that Hell needed to complete every day.

Mephisto should give himself a treat.

For example, the VIP passage to and from hell.

boom!

The corridor was in a mess, with Dolan's congregation scattered everywhere!

Carrie raised her head, directly broke through the roof, and flew out with the thirty-sixth generation Dolan. Although the Dolan Church purged and tried the witches secretly, Carrie would not do this.

The next second.

Locke listened to the exclamations, screams and shouts coming from outside, smashed his mouth, came back to his senses, looked at Assistant Dolan who was shivering at his feet, holding his head, like an ostrich, and then looked A leather sofa over there: "Come on, let's talk."

Assistant Dolan shivered while holding his head.

"did not hear it?"

Locke had turned around and leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, looked at Dolan's ostrich, which was still sitting there like it was hatching an egg, and smiled: "I'm saying one thing, if you don't get up, then you will go to hell."

The words just fell.

A scream came out, and Dolan Ostrich jumped up from the floor as if it were loaded with springs. Then, his hands were swinging with nowhere to rest, and he stared at Locke with an expression as ugly as his dead mother. .

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"Smile!"

"……hehe."

"..."

Locke looked at the stiff expression on the face and smiled. It really didn't look like his mother had died, but looked exactly like Dolan Ostrich, who had killed his whole family. He sighed, not forcing anything, and pointed to the sofa next to him. :"sit!"

"No...don't dare!"

"Then you want to die?"

"No!"

Dolan Ostrich shook his whole body and said something, and then, with a hiss, he sat on the sofa pointed by Locke. Moreover, his sitting posture was the most upright he had ever sworn.

"That's right."

Locke said with a smile, looked at the wine cabinet in the thirty-sixth generation Dolan's office, shook his head, and took out his Thunder Bourbon from his inventory.

He doesn't care about every bottle of wine here, and he won't drink it.

after all……

From a certain perspective, every bottle of wine here is stained with the blood of witches. As an ally of the Salem witches and the boss behind the entire Salem, drinking this kind of wine is just like that kind of minister. You are about to fight to the death, why did your Majesty surrender first? ] Somewhat similar.

"Here, have a drink!"

"no thanks."

Dolan Ostrich looked at the wine being handed over to him like a friend. Just when he was about to refuse on the grounds that Dolan's followers were prohibited from drinking alcohol, he looked at Locke's narrowed eyes and was shocked. He quickly took the cup and took a sip.

Then……

He coughed violently.

Locke laughed when he saw this.

Dolan Ostrich's face turned even redder.

Locke shook his head, leaned against the sofa, crossed his legs, took a sip of wine, looked down at Dolan Ostrich, who lowered his head, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then grabbed the wine glass with both hands, trembling: "I asked, you said, after asking , I will let you live, a life in every sense of the word."

After all, Dolan Ostrich has become a leader.

If you kill even the leading party, the implication is not very good. The most important point is that this is the first leading party, but it will never be the last. Therefore, no matter what, the first party cannot be killed.

not to mention……

This guy is not stained with the blood of the witch, and the 36th generation has been brought out by Carrie, tied to a rack, and is ready to execute the witch's verdict. Therefore, if this guy answers like this, he will be left alive. The question is not Very big.

really.

When Dolan Ostrich heard these words, he couldn't help but look at Locke. In his eyes, the instinctive fire of hope burned brightly.

"You have no joke!"

"..."

Although the Dimension God is not a real god, no matter how you compare it, the Dimension God is definitely on par or a higher level than the God on earth, not to mention that his energy is endless and there is no need to plunder other dimensions. With the passage of time, As time goes by, the dimensions will grow on their own, so calling yourself Jun is normal!

Locke then looked at Dolan Ostrich.

"your name."

"Louis, Martin Lewis!"

"Nice name."

Locke nodded, looked at Dolan Ostrich, no, looked at Martin Lewis, and smiled: "How long have you been following the thirty-sixth generation Dolan?"

Martin Lewis swallowed: "Ten years!"

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at Martin Lewis, who was not very old: "How old are you?"

"twenty!"

"…Following you since you were ten years old?"

"……Yes."

"What can you do at ten years old?"

"..."