A Certain Marvel Super Player

On the ground, a homeless man curled up with a bruised face.

After hearing Locke's voice, he couldn't help but swayed.

Locke pulled out the chair and sat down.

"What did you do?"

"You care, how do I treat my people?"

"no."

Locke looked at Bowery King, shook his head and said, "How do you deal with your home and your people? It's your business. I just care about whether the information I spent a lot of money on is worth it."

Bowery grinned and said, "I watched the live broadcast tonight."

Locke smiled and looked around. It can't be said that everything is here, it can also be said that it is destitute, not to mention the TV, there is not even a battle-damaged screen.

Bowery laughed: "My friend, this is my office."

Locke hummed.

Being able to set up his office in a sewer with cross-flowing sewage, Bowie's Swedish-type brain has a pit.

but……

Locke didn't come here to be a psychiatrist. Gwen is a **** of learning. He doesn't need a plug-in to perform as well as a kryptonite plug-in. He can't do it. He needs some skills to level up.

Psychological skills, however, are not within Locke's choice.

Three thousand Potential Points, that is also Potential Points, is enough to buy a bundle of small blood bottles.

Moreover, psychology or something is not very suitable for a doer like Locke.

Bowery immediately spit out a cigar ring and nodded slightly.

The two subordinates walked directly to the homeless man with a blue nose and a swollen face. With a scream, the homeless man was directly caught.

Bao Weirui put away the smile on his face and stared at the homeless man with a cold expression: "Tell Mr. Wushuang what you saw."

Locke turned the chair under him and looked at the homeless man.

The tramp tremblingly recounted what happened in that alley yesterday.

This homeless man was the homeless man in the alley that Jeff Martin said was also in the alley. On the night of the crime, the homeless man was in the paper house he built by himself.

At the beginning, the tramp was actually similar to what Jeff Martin told, and he even noticed the outside after Jeff Martin let out a scream and two gunshots.

This homeless is not the kind of unorganized and undisciplined homeless, but an organized homeless. After Bowery King worshipped the pier, he was taught the three hundred ways to save a homeless life and how to distinguish the value. The intelligence, therefore, did not rush out like a headless fly when the gunshots sounded.

He waited until the perpetrator with the lightning mask left, and then he got out of his paper house tremblingly. At that time, Jeff had already taken the dog, and the perpetrator had also left. .

Locke frowned: "So, you don't know who the perpetrator is?"

talking.

Locke looked at Bowery King: "I thought you already knew who it was when you said on the phone."

This is not a question of whether a tracking card or a location card can be used.

These two cards can certainly be linked, but without the target's name, it's a fart tracking.

Just like George has no way to take the unparalleled assassin.

What the Peerless Assassin has exposed is only his appearance, and so far, any law enforcement agency has nothing but this appearance.

How to check? Where to check?

Bowery Jin laughed and said don't worry, and then looked at the homeless man: "Tell our customer, what did you do after you went out?"

The tramp shivered: "I... I took the police officer's wallet."

Locke seemed to have thought of something: "Are you at the scene of the second police murder case?"

The tramp nodded quiveringly.

To be precise, he was not at the scene, but he was followed by the murderer.

After the homeless man realized who the dead man was, he thought about disposing of the wallet. As a result, when he was about to throw away the wallet, the male police officer seemed to notice him, just when the homeless thought When he was about to be captured, a white man who seemed to be stingy appeared with a knife, and then slashed and killed the male police officer.

fortunately.

The homeless were organized, opened a sewer, and then, in the sewer that they were familiar with, threw off the murderer and hid again, knowing that Bowery King's people had found it.

Bowery King took out a sketch from his bosom and handed it to Locke: "This is the sketch that I invited an artist to make."

Locke took over.

moment.

The memory palace opened the door, and then, pages of photos in the memory palace were opened, and instantly, they began to compare the man in the sketch in the memory palace.

next second.

Locke compared the second crime scene, the guy with half a face in the onlookers.

The homeless man over there wailed: "Boss, I really didn't mean it, I..."

Not finished.

with a snap.

Bowery King's subordinates had already slapped the homeless man with a big slap in the face.

The sound is a little dull, not very crisp.

It's completely understandable for a homeless person to have rough skin.

Bowery King sneered, pointed at the homeless man with a cigar, and said to Locke: "This idiot came here to worship the pier half a year ago. Although he has not provided any information in the past six months, I don't mind, I still keep it up. With him, the result..."

If there is any group in New York City that can listen to all directions, then the homeless group dares to say second, and no one dares to say first.

And Bowery King is the king of this homeless empire.

He gives warmth to the bankrupt and homeless people, so that they don't die in ignorance or die of thirst and starvation.

In return, the homeless collect any valuable intelligence and clues for Bowery King.

Like this time.

Bowery King took a cigar: "You idiot, if you told me that you were an eyewitness in the first place, instead of coveting the less than one hundred dollars in cash in that wallet, you know , How much of this information can you take from the remuneration given by our customers?"

talking.

Bowery King paused for a moment, then with a look of disappointment on his face, he raised a palm: "Five thousand dollars, a whole five thousand dollars, you idiot."

Locke glanced at Bowery King.

Five thousand dollars?

Abalone peeled?

If he remembered correctly, he gave Bowery King fifteen Continental Gold Coins for an expedited order.

Although the exchange rate of mainland gold coins to US knives has always been a mystery.

but……

A gold coin, after all, can be exchanged for more than five thousand dollars.

so.

The capitalists are always the most profitable, and the capitalists can always show the expression that I will give you five thousand dollars, which is already a big bleeding expression.

Bowery King took a breath, made a distressed expression, and waved directly: "Take him out, find a place to bury... send him away."

The homeless man panicked.

A thud.

When the homeless man was about to beg for mercy, he punched the homeless man directly, and was dragged away by the two men.

Bowery Jin laughed and looked at Locke: "Mr. Wu Shuang, I'm not a guilty person."

I almost forgot who was sitting in front of me.

If he just forgot about this, I'm afraid not, he will also be called GG.

The corner of Locke's mouth rose and he got up: "Okay, the transaction is over, I should go too, thank you, Mr. Bowery King."

He's not that nosy.

Again.

In this world, wicked people can be killed endlessly, and the unparalleled assassins are not voluntary laborers. If no one offers a reward to the wicked person, except for very few people who are interested, under normal circumstances, Locke will not kill for free.

soon.

Go back to the Star Building.

At this moment, a new day has begun.

It was Locke who had not slept all night again. He felt that his energy was unusually high. After taking a bath and changing into clean clothes, he pretended to go to bed early and get up early, wiped his hair that was quickly dried, and came to the study.

turn on computer.

I directly read the backstage of the New York Surveillance Center, and selected the surveillance on Fifth Avenue in the Lower East Side yesterday afternoon. Then, I drank my first bourbon in the morning, and exchanged good morning with Gwen who sent the message. While watching the surveillance that is fast-forwarding.

Soon.

Locke pressed the space bar, stared at the monitor, followed the crowd, and watched the target who was eating melons, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "I caught you."

There are always some murderers who can't hold back their impulses and go to join others to watch their murder scene.

This one is no exception.

Locke shook his head speechlessly.

Fortunately, he thought it was someone from a mysterious organization who ran out and planned to smear his reputation or force him to show up in this way.

Locke really thought so at the beginning.

but……

Locke guessed wrong, this guy is an idiot, an idiot who doesn't know how high the sky is.

And this guy is a celebrity.

Locke just put the screenshot of this guy's face into the program to run ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ As a result, the first clue that jumped out was not the New York Police Department, but a popular entertainment video platform YouTube jumped out.

Whoa!

"Have you tried the taste of billiards?"

"The best video, the man swallows five billiards."

"Oh god, you can't believe how powerful a man's stomach can be."

"..."

Locke was shocked.

After watching the video, I was even more shocked.

This video seems to be the surveillance of a certain casino. In this surveillance image, the man Locke was looking for was beaten by a smart but handsome man in various ways. Even after that, the unlucky man The guy was even pressed by the man on the billiard table, and then swallowed the billiards one by one.

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