A Certain Marvel Super Player

Locke soon understood what the red devil meant by having more guards.

look up.

Locke looked across the road at the brightly lit, luxurious and fashionable-looking casino, and blinked.

If there aren't too many security guards in the casino, then what does it mean to have too many?

Locke raised his eyebrows and stood across the road, admiring the casino, which had a relatively large flow of people.

quite a while!

Locke threw the cigarette butt aside, put on his sunglasses, crossed the road directly, and walked towards the casino called Eternity across the road.

Entering the door... there is no obstacle.

After all, the casino is open to welcome guests, and as long as they are not on the blacklist, there is no reason to refuse guests.

but……

Locke didn't come here to gamble. Soon, Locke went around to the corridor behind the roulette area.

"guest……"

Two bodyguards in black clothes and sunglasses standing in the corridor looked at Locke who walked in, and stepped forward: "This is the work area, you went to the wrong place."

"I know."

Locke smiled slightly, waved his right hand, took out his business card, and handed it to the bodyguard in black standing in front of him: "Tell the craftsman that he needs to see me."

"Sorry, we don't call here..."

As the black-clothed bodyguard spoke, he looked at the business card in his hand. Then, his pupils trembled, and he swallowed, raised his head, and looked at Locke again with the eyes of a savage beast: "You... you... Wushuang …”

Locke smiled and said: "Please inform me that I have something to do with the craftsman!"

The bodyguard in black made a grunt, swallowed again, and nodded: "Please wait a moment."

Locke hummed: "Okay..."

The next second.

The black-clothed bodyguard made a swipe sound, turned around, and walked towards the inner passage.

The colleague who was not far away was a little confused when he saw this: "Who is it?"

The bodyguard in black lowered his voice, but even so, it was still full of fear and panic: "Peerless Assassin!"

The colleague was slightly startled, and then, instantly, his pupils trembled.

Unparalleled...

assassin? ?

Inside, a craftsman in colorful clothes, with a dark world and a scientific madman, wiped his beard, looked at the name card in his hand, looked up at the bodyguard in black who had just come in to report, and shouted fiercely. He took a sip of high-concentration vodka to calm down his shock: "Have you confirmed your identity?"

The bodyguard in black looked twitching: "How to confirm?"

This is an unparalleled assassin.

The kind of assassin who kills an entire family at the slightest disagreement.

Impersonating?

Since the last time, the Wushuang Assassin turned a little thief pretending to be him into a mouse, in the entire dark world, not to mention the impersonation, there were only a few people who could even speak the words of the Wushuang Assassin.

"Invite him in."

The craftsman took a deep breath, said to the bodyguard in black, and then changed his words: "No, let's go over."

If this is truly a peerless assassin.

That……

bother you for something.

The craftsman was a little nervous in his heart. He was just a scientific madman and had no contact with the Peerless Assassin. No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out the reason why the Peerless Assassin would come here to find him.

after awhile.

When the craftsman saw Locke standing in the corridor, he immediately knew that this was a truly unparalleled assassin.

Although the strong murderous aura is restrained, the overflowing murderous intent is enough to make people tremble.

The craftsman is also a member of the Infinite Clan. Although he is just an ordinary person, his many reincarnations will always bring some special abilities.

Chester's special ability is scum.

And his special ability is that he can see the murderous intention and hostility in a person at a glance.

In Locke's body, the craftsman could see the restrained but still overflowing surging murderous intent, but he could not see any hostility.

This gave the craftsman some peace of mind.

"Hahaha!"

The craftsman calmed down his emotions, laughed loudly, walked quickly towards Locke, held out his hands, and said enthusiastically and enthusiastically: "Mr. Wushuang, I have long admired your name, please come in!"

Locke looked at the bearded craftsman who came with a smile on his face. He stretched out his hand to avoid hitting the smiling man and shook hands with the craftsman: "Excuse me, there is something I want to consult. After thinking about it, I'd better come to the door and ask for a comparison. good."

"Of course, of course!"

The craftsman warmly invited Locke into his room full of technological style. Immediately, he quickly grabbed the bourbon collection that someone had found when he left, poured out a glass, and handed it to Locke. : “I don’t know if the first-year bourbon from Thunder Distillery suits Mr. Wushuang’s taste.”

First year?

Locke thought about it carefully. Over the years, he had drank not one thousand but ten thousand of the first-year bourbon from Thunder Distillery. However, the first-year bourbon still appeared from time to time.

By the way, how much bourbon did Thunder Distillery produce in its first year?

"good."

After thinking about it, Locke took a sip of the wine in the glass. He was not afraid that the craftsmen would poison him. He tasted it, nodded, and praised: "Thunder Distillery, the first year of bourbon, has a unique taste that makes people feel like they are tasting Thunder. tasty."

The craftsman smiled warmly, and then waved to a few young ladies in cool clothes not far away.

soon.

Several young ladies and a few bodyguards quickly left the room.

The craftsman then said: "Mr. Wushuang, if you want to ask any questions, I will tell you everything I know!"

This is a vicious person.

Although the craftsman is a member of the Infinite tribe, he belongs to the kind of person who cherishes his life and enjoys life. No matter how long he lives, he will not feel that he has lived enough.

Locke chuckled, put the bourbon glass aside, and then looked at the craftsman: "Otto!"

The craftsman was slightly startled.

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"What?"

"Otto!"

Locke raised his head and looked at the craftsman: "You helped Otto create the world-destroying weapon, right?"

Craftsman Pupil Earthquake.

Yes.

This is why Locke chose the first stop to find the craftsmen.

Otto must die!

He has seen the sun today, but Otto will definitely not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Locke's words.

Unless Otto is dealt with, Locke's thoughts will not be accessible.

Anyone who offends me will die!

Locke played with the wine glass on the table, raised his head, looked at the craftsman whose pupils continued to tremble, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Don't even think about denying it, it's boring. I don't intend to kill you. I'm here just for Otto. , tell me where Otto is, and I will turn around and leave, otherwise, I will find the answer myself."

The craftsman came back to his senses and felt the endless warnings exposed by Locke to him at this moment, as well as the looming infinite killing intent. He swallowed and said: "I..."

Locke raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and put down his glass.

The craftsman's eyes narrowed: "The world-destroying weapon was indeed made by me with Otto's help."

Locke stopped, grabbed the wine glass again, and started playing with it: "Continue."

The craftsman took a deep breath: "But I am not the one who actually created the world-destroying weapon."

Locke looked at the craftsman: "Who is that?"

"Fastos."

"Who is Fastos?"

"The one who really helped Otto create the world-destroying weapon."

"..."

Locke sighed, looked at the craftsman, and said in a very calm tone: "If you think that such a conversation can kill me, then you are wrong. One last chance, craftsman, tell me where Otto is, or …”

"call out!"

"Ding!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Locke raised his hand, without even turning his head, and with a bang, he instantly grabbed a dagger that was coming from behind. Then, with a bang, he crushed the dagger with his bare hands.

The next second.

Locke turned around and stared at the vigilant blond beauty who walked out of the side door. He chuckled and continued what he had just said: "Or, let someone who knows come out to see me."

Finished.

Locke narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

"Nora!"

The blonde beauty announced her home and looked at Locke: "Are you sent by Otto?"

Lockha smiled: "I was invited by Otto."

Otto invited him to come to Paris and take his life.

Isn't this an invitation?

Locke glanced at the shattered dagger on the ground, and raised the corner of his mouth: "Do you know what will happen to anyone who dares to attack me since I debuted?"

The next second.

boom!

The blonde beauty over there shrank her eyes.

but……

"Boom!"

Locke had already appeared in front of Nora. Then, he opened his right hand and firmly grasped Nora's Bai Zhi's neck who was about to dodge. With a bang, Nora was directly hit against the wall.

"hehe!"

Locke squinted his eyes and stared at Nora who was lifted up and slammed against the wall: "They will all die!"

Said.

The strength of Locke's right hand began to gradually increase, preparing to crush the delicate white swan in his hand.

The craftsman over there recovered from the shock, just when he was about to speak.

A male voice also appeared.

"stop."

"..."

Locke's strength slowed down and he chuckled. He turned around and looked at the man who came out of the other side door. He raised the corners of his mouth and looked at the craftsman: "The people hiding in your room are really terrible." Less."

The craftsman opened his mouth.

"We are not enemies, Wushuang."

"Eric Heller."

Locke directly pointed out the voice of the man who said this and smiled.

Release your right hand.

The delicate white swan Nora fell directly to the floor, covering her throat, feeling the pain in her throat, and coughing hard to relieve the pain.

Eric Heller looked at Nora who was lying on the ground coughing over there, and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

Nora waved her hand, struggled to stand up, and looked at Locke with a vigilant face, who was about to kill someone if he disagreed with her.

Locke raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Eric Heller who appeared here: "I haven't gone to find you yet. You should know what will happen if you show up."

Eric Heller looked at Locke with calm eyes, as if he saw Locke's true identity through his sunglasses: "I know, and I am mentally prepared."

Locke nodded: "Very good, then you can commit suicide."

Eric Heller: "But not now!"

Locke: "..."