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A little cold light comes first!

Then...

There was no time to follow. Almost when the black light came in from the outside, several police officers standing behind Locke re-protected Locke, and the microphone even snapped and fell directly to the ground.

next second.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but focus on the familiar but unfamiliar card that was engraved on the microphone.

"This is……"

"Notice!"

"Shet!"

"Notice of the Peerless Assassin!"

"what?"

The reporters who didn't get a good position turned their heads one after another, looked behind them, and tried to find them. They had almost become the unparalleled assassins in the urban legend of New York City.

But more people turned their attention to the microphone that fell to the ground.

"Quick!"

"Quick shot!"

At this time, Locke also picked up the microphone again, and then, with some strength, he took off the card.

Many reporters looked at Locke one after another.

Looking at the contents of the notice, Locke looked slightly surprised, then Yixi, and then he looked up and looked at the reporter from the Bugle Daily who had just questioned his show: "Look, someone has taken the order. "

talking.

Locke turned the notice in his hand towards the people of the New York Daily.

moment.

Countless shots are directly on the notice!

"The Guilty Notice! 』

"Notifier: ICA"

"Crime: "Murder and arson, committing all evils"

"Sentence to death! 』

"Executor: Unparalleled! 』

"Remarks: Remember to prepare 30 million bearer bonds for me, I took this order, Mr. Broughton! 』

The note below explains why, the notice that should have been sent to ICA, appeared on Locke's side.

A police officer looked at the notice in Locke's hand, his face changed, and he quickly took out the phone and dialed the office number of Senior Superintendent George Stacy.

soon.

By the time George arrived at the New Amsterdam Hospital from the bureau, the reporters who were waiting for Kahn to be discharged from the hospital, who had been surrounded by the crowd, had already left.

After all, their most wanted traffic secret has come.

The Peerless Assassin has taken the order!

good guy.

What are you waiting for, Kahn, hurry back and write a small composition. At this time, whoever publishes this news first will win this traffic feast.

Hospital rest corridor.

Locke looked at George who came out of the elevator and smiled, "George, someone has taken the order."

George didn't want to speak, and looked at the policeman who called: "Where's the notice?"

The officer took out an evidence bag and handed it to George.

Open.

With gloves on, George took out the notice inside, put it in front of his nose, sniffed it, and then seemed to turn to the back again, scratched, and seemed to hang out some dust, and nodded: "It's him!"

No one knows better than him how to verify the authenticity of a notice.

only……

George frowned a little. In the records of the Wushuang Assassins, although the targets of the Wushuang Assassins are also gangsters, there has never been such a time as today that the entire ICA has been directly marked.

What is this for?

ICA is guilty, do you plan to stay?

and.

Where does the Peerless Assassin want to investigate the ICA? After all, you don't even know the ICA's nest, and even if you want to kill people, you can't find a place.

You can't fly directly to London, kill someone and ask.

This unscientific.

In fact.

The existence of Locke can never be explained by the word science.

In fact, the notice was thrown to him by Locke himself. During the process of going back to take a bath and change his clothes, Locke, who appeared in the hospital now, was actually a clone.

And the real Locke, at this moment, was wearing glasses, driving, and heading for Jersey City. He had already contacted him last night and rushed to the private jet that had been waiting for a long time.

over there at the hospital.

George put away the notice, looked at Locke and Gwen, and said to the police officer, "Watch them."

The policeman nodded.

After George returned to the NYPD, Beckett walked over: "George, Mr. Sheldon is already in your office."

George frowned.

Beckett reminded: "Clyde Shelton, CIA?"

George responded.

open the door.

It was read as Clyde, but Clyde Shelton, who wrote Brother Fallen, looked at George who pushed in the door and said directly: "I want to see that Englishman."

George laughed: "Yes!"

Clyde nodded: "Thank you."

"Don't be too quick to thank you, that's not what the deal is for."

"..."

George looked at Clyde who was silent, smiled, walked over to the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of cheap whiskey. He was not as luxurious as Locke, and he drank Thunder Bourbon of $100,000 every day.

"give."

"thanks!"

"No need to."

George handed the poured whisky to Clyde, then, tidied up his tie, sat down, and looked at Clyde: "For now, your position is the same as ours, both to find Get out of the ICA, and now is not a good time to lie to each other."

The notice for the Wushuang Assassin has already been placed. According to the habit of the Wushuang Assassin to place a notice, within 24 hours, it will be no more than 72 hours at most. It is estimated that somewhere in the world, something big will happen.

"Again."

George took a sip of whiskey, spread out his hands, and looked at Clyde: "I'm the New York Police Department, not the Global Police Department. I can even give you that Englishman."

Clyde looked at George.

George looked serious.

What he said was the truth. What he wanted a spy to do, and what he couldn’t eat, he would sue directly. They really didn’t do any bad things. The CIA makes a deal.

"what do you want?"

"Everything about Lorraine Broughton."

"It's impossible, you're not..."

"I have a national security A-level confidentiality clearance, and I have learned too much from Locke."

"That……"

"I don't want to affect the safety of my daughter because of Locke's mother. No, it has already affected the safety of my daughter. If it is dangerous, I need to know the truth of everything."

Clyde frowned and looked at George, was silent for a while, and nodded: "Okay, but you must not show that information to anyone, or even, I will show it to you when I am here."

George nodded: "Deal."

Seeing this, Clyde nodded, and said directly: "The car is downstairs, but first, we need to confirm one thing, I need to stay in the same room with this Kurva for a while."

George smiled and got up.

five minutes later.

In an unmonitored room in an NYPD building.

George opened the door.

Sitting inside, the ill-mannered Agent Kurva, who had been locked up all night, looked at George who came in and repeated the words: "I am a citizen of London, and I ask to call the embassy."

"It will hit."

This was not what George said, but what Clyde, who came in behind George, said.

Kurwa looked at Clyde who came in and paused.

next second.

Kurva laughed: "CIA!"

Clyde and George said thank you, moved their chairs, sat down, and looked at Kurva: "MI6!"

George crossed his arms and pressed against the door.

Kurva glanced at George and looked at Clyde as if resigned: "Okay, you caught me, you can call my boss."

The tone is relaxed, and there is no sense of being caught as a spy at all.

But this is normal.

The relationship between the Federation and London is relatively complicated. Under normal circumstances, even if they capture each other's agents, they will choose to exchange some information, which is rarely life-threatening.

but……

This time is different.

You have crossed the line, and, it seems, crossed the line long ago.

Clyde smiled, and after confirming Kurva's identity, he took out the phone.

"Say!"

"confirm."

"good!"

Clyde hung up the phone, got up, and looked at Culva: "Mr. Hanks, let's go, another place, I'll treat you to coffee."

talking.

Two CIA agents in black walked in and took the key that George handed over. After unlocking Kurva's handcuffs, with a bang, a black hood directly covered Kurva~www.wuxiamtl.com~ soon.

Two black-clothed agents left the room with Kulva.

Clyde looked at George with his arms around him, and didn't make any concealment: "Fortunately, you caught Kurva, otherwise, we're afraid we won't be able to find a loophole."

George did not speak.

Clyde sighed: "Someone in the bureau colluded with MI6...or rather, the ICA people colluded. When Mr. Anonymous used his authority to unlock Lorraine Broughton's information, there was an inner ghost staring at Anonymous. Sir, so, and because of this, the ICA people have murderous intentions against Locke."

"Why?"

"We're still investigating!"

Clyde shook his head, then sneered: "But it's good, if the ICA doesn't come out, Anonymous and I will think that it was just an unfortunate accident. Right now, not only the KGB and MI6 will take revenge, we Will too!"

ICA people came over.

The people from MI6 also came.

This requires other evidence, which is already clear at a glance.

Lorraine Broughton did not die in the mission, but in a shameless betrayal, or at the hands of MI6.

Langley's office.

Mr. Anonymous held up his mobile phone with a blank face: "Last chance, Mrs. M, tell me your name, otherwise, you don't want to go back to your agents, you want to break the rules of the game."

Mrs. M hung up the phone neatly and neatly, not even making a quibble about it.

Ah.

Anonymous chuckled and looked at his assistant L: "Put the internal structure diagram of the Thames building on the dark web and sell it to the Red Devils!"

Assistant Agent L nodded.

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