A Certain Marvel Super Player

"Locke, here."

"……Thanks."

Locke came back to his senses and looked at Killer Mace who came over and handed him a cup of coffee. After taking it, he smiled slightly and said, "It would be better if it was wine."

Killer Mace shrugged: "That's too bad, we're still on a mission, remember?"

Locke raised the corners of his mouth, smiled, and said nothing.

Task?

right.

He now began to feel more and more interesting about this task.

Locke thought this, turned around, looked through the observation mirror, and was sent inside. After entering, he lay down directly on the white interrogation table and fell asleep. He looked like a little girl who didn't think anything big happened. Raise your eyebrows.

Killer Mace looked at Locke's gaze, looked around, and whispered: "Do you know her?"

Locke smiled.

"Today, this is the first time I know of her existence..."

"..."

His USB flash drive that was dropped.

After the USB drive is decrypted, what is needed is not his fingerprint.

This sudden appearance, even a girl who is related to him by blood?

Ah.

Locke's eyes flickered slightly, and endless energy flowed in his eyes, allowing him to quickly analyze the girl sleeping quietly on the interrogation table at this moment.

In this little girl's body, there is a bloodline that is very similar to Locke's.

"Sister?"

Locke was silent for a while, said this word, and then frowned slightly, because, although he was already in the orphanage after waking up in this life, his memory of how he appeared in the orphanage was not very clear, but In the blur, there is still a picture that flashes by from time to time.

The picture is no longer very clear.

but……

This picture is enough for Locke to be sure of one thing with an 80% chance, that is, he was born by himself, and no one got in front of him, and similarly, no one fell into his lap. later.

Half-father?

Or half-mother?

Locke's thoughts were racing, he came back to his senses and looked at the killer Mace: "When can we interrogate her?"

Killer Mace shrugged: "It can't be done. Director Marissa Wigler has already told us that no one is allowed to have any contact with this little girl before she comes here."

Locke nodded and walked outside.

"Where are you going?"

"Breath, smoke, go to the toilet."

"..."

Not long after.

Locke opened the door, and instantly, the roar of the waves from the South Pacific came one after another. Looking around, the green Manua Islands were clearly visible.

This is American Samoa.

A magical place that belongs to the overseas territory of the Federation. Let's put it this way. Other colonies are proud of their independence, but the people here are proud of being able to join the Federation.

However, it must be said that children who cry are fed by milk.

Compared with its neighbor, the Independent State of Samoa, American Samoa is not very happy. Every year, American Samoa receives a wide variety of assistance, such as congressional appropriations, classified donations, education and medical support, etc. This allows me to beat the country of Samoa even if I don't work.

even……

Thanks to federal assistance, American Samoans enjoy free medical care. If they are hospitalized, they only need to pay a nominal fee of a few dollars a day, which makes the Samoan brothers in the west dare not even think about it.

Locke took out a pack of iconic cigarettes from his arms that he bought when he was nostalgic on his last trip to Dongguo. He lit one for himself, then turned his head and glanced at the camera not far away.

moment.

The camera shook for a moment, and then failed.

Locke sneered, took out the satellite phone from his arms, and dialed Chester's number directly.

Jingle Bell!

At home, Chester, who was sitting at the bar and talking to Carrie, had just heard Carrie say what would happen if Locke knew Hannah's identity. The ringing phone instantly attracted the two of them. people's attention.

Carrie glanced at it, stuck out her tongue, and shrugged at Chester, who was also looking up at her: "Let's see."

Finished.

Carrie then gave Chester a wishful look. That look was filled with, Don’t worry, if you are really sent to an end early, even though the smell of Hades is not good, I will also I will go down and see you from time to time.

Chester opened his mouth, looked at the ringing phone, and took a deep breath.

Dial!

Locke's voice came directly from the phone.

"I'll leave by myself, lest I accuse you of stealing my things?"

"..."

Locke recounted how when Chester and Agatha broke up, he asked Chester to stay home for one night, and what Chester said jokingly the next day. Then, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "I'll give you a chance." , Old man, don’t let me appear in front of you and ask you, you should know what my temper is.”

One sentence.

If someone else was the one who packaged his things, then Locke would have never made this call. Instead, he would have appeared directly in front of that guy, chopped him with a knife, and then ran to Hades to fight with him. The person who had the conversation.

But, this is Chester.

so……

Locke made the call, and he was willing to give Chester a chance. After all, he still didn't quite understand why Chester didn't tell him and just changed the USB flash drive in his safe.

At Christmas time, when Locke went back, he opened the safe and felt that something was wrong with the placement of the things.

However, it was said to be a safe, but in fact, the things placed in the safe were basically things that Locke didn't care about.

Even Locke didn't care about many things.

Not to mention the USB flash drive.

Locke didn't pay attention at all, so when Gwen asked if there was anything missing, and it was the first time he came home that day, he saw that there was nothing missing, so he didn't care.

The next day, Locke didn't even check.

If Locke hadn't suddenly seen the USB flash drive in that hut, he probably wouldn't have known about it until he next thought about the USB flash drive that didn't require his fingerprint to be unlocked.

Pity.

Although Locke didn't care about the USB flash drive, when he saw the USB flash drive, he recognized it at first sight. It was his USB flash drive because his aura was on the USB flash drive.

so……

Locke would not go back to confirm at all. One thing was certain, his USB flash drive had been stolen.

As for why you thought of Chester?

His apartment might be of concern to thieves, but there were only two people who could easily swap the USB flash drive without alerting him.

Gwen.

or……

chester.

Locke's eyes flickered: "Now, tell me why."

Chester opened his mouth and looked at Carrie who had left the bar and was standing not far away. He expressed to him that Carrie was helpless. After being silent for a while, he said: "Actually, I plan to tell you, because I You know, if I ask you for it, you will definitely give it to me.”

Locke raised his eyebrows: "Then why didn't you ask?"

Yes.

If Chester asked him directly for it, Locke would only ask a few words at most, and then, without looking at it, he would take out the one next to the U and throw it to Chester.

but……

You didn't ask.

Asked, Locke gave, it's the same thing.

If you just take it without asking, that's another story.

Chester smiled helplessly: "She won't let me."

Locke smiled and said: "Who wouldn't let it go, your ex-wife?"

Chester hummed and hummed: "Yes, she said, since you have no interest in finding Lorraine Broughton at all, then there is no need to involve you."

Locke laughed: "Obviously, I got involved."

Chester sighed: "This is an accident, I didn't expect this."

Locke smiled: "By the way, if I didn't see it, when were you going to tell me? You wouldn't wait until the day I die for you."

Chester seemed to be very frank: "To be honest, maybe I won't tell you until the day I die."

The corner of Locke's mouth raised, then he turned his head and glanced behind him, and then said to the phone: "I know, when I go back, we need to have a good chat, old man, obviously you feel that your retirement life is a little bit... It’s boring now, so I’m going to add a little excitement to myself.”

Chester over there was stunned for a moment: "Wait..."

"Is there anything else?"

"Aren't you curious, why should I..."

"There is no such thing as unreasonable hatred in this world, old man!"

Finished.

Locke hung up the phone directly.

In this world, there is never hatred without reason, and naturally, in this world, there is never love without reason.

Chester obviously wanted to ask why Locke wasn't surprised at all, or why he didn't ask why he knew about Lorraine Broughton.

Actually...

Locke had some speculation early on.

After all, a normal killer who wants to find a successor would not quietly watch and protect him when he performs his first mission.

but.

Chester didn't say anything, and Locke didn't bother to say anything.

Again!

He had nothing to do with Lorraine Broughton.

Not before.

Not now.

future……

I don’t want to have one either!

at this time.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the thick underground corridor behind him.

Locke turned and looked.

Enter the eyes.

After the operation, after passing through with Marissa Wigler, an agent named Louis appeared in Locke's sight with killer Mace and five agents.

Then……

Agent Lewis seemed a little surprised when he saw Locke standing at the door, facing the sea, with one hand in his pocket and the other smoking.

The next second.

Agent Lewis came back to his senses and looked at the surveillance room above the corridor, which showed that it had been destroyed, but the surveillance here was intact. He frowned and looked at Locke: "Why did the surveillance suddenly break down?"

Locke threw the cigarette butt into the sea. When he heard this, he chuckled, walked past Agent Lewis, and shrugged: "I don't know, I don't care, it's none of my business!"

Agent Lewis: "..."