A Certain Marvel Super Player

Where is Locke hiding?

In fact, Locke didn't hide anywhere.

As soon as the hiding technique was activated, he was on the roof of the target house. With the night light and his black suit, as long as he lowered his head, he could perfectly blend into the darkness.

no way.

The clothes are black, but the face is white.

After three months of training, Locke knew too much about the fellow students who were put into the game by Walter Burke. Although, in Locke's eyes, except for the few people who could be called by name, the others were Weak chicken.

However, it is undeniable that one of those who can be noticed by Langley, recruited, or even come here, has the potential to be a special agent.

Killers and killers are different.

The same goes for agents.

At most, these people, most of them, can only become ordinary agents, that is, the kind that, even if the profession is high-end, but the name still cannot be remembered by others.

but……

In the weak chicken's agent, that is not comparable to ordinary people, especially, no one knows better than Locke, such a guy wants to capture his mood and impulse.

Locke can guarantee that if he hides outside and slowly penetrates in, those guys will definitely find all kinds of trumped-up reasons and rush in directly.

The most important thing.

It's almost time for a daily video with Gwen.

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked at the lighted phone in his hand, and directly chose to connect.

"Hey, Locke!"

"Hey!"

"..."

Gwen looked at Locke, who was in total darkness above his head, and listened to Locke's low-volume voice. He blinked, and involuntarily lowered his voice: "What are you doing?"

"play games!"

"game?"

"Um."

Locke briefly talked to Gwen about how he made a deal with Walter Burke in order to spend Christmas with Gwen, and what he would do now: "Don't worry, I can go back tomorrow."

Gwen opened his mouth.

in the monitoring room.

Several agents looked at each other, looking at the signal displayed on the screen, which was in contact with the outside world, blinked, and looked at the signal that was acquiesced. Everyone was speechless for a while.

good guy.

They were looking for where Locke was. As a result, other people, Locke, seemed to be hiding, and even had a leisurely call over there. It seemed that they didn't take this test to heart at all.

Walter Burke also felt insulted when he looked at the signal: "Positioning there?"

Several agents shook their heads and said, "There is no way to locate it, this is a signal tacitly approved by the bureau."

My own people do not monitor their own people unless authorized.

After all, if you look down and don't look up, if this matter spreads out, it's fine if it is known by the outside world, but if it is known by one's own people, then, what's the security at all?

However, the signal didn't last long before disappearing.

After Gwen knew that Locke was working hard to be able to come back for Christmas, he didn't dare to disturb Locke and hung up the phone quickly.

Locke, who was on the roof, looked up at the moon hidden in the dark clouds and checked the time.

Ten thirty-two.

Okay.

After finishing the work, it's almost the same time. I can go back to the dormitory at twelve o'clock and take a shower. The time should be about the same.

Locke thought so in his heart, put the mobile phone back in his pocket, and then, very unscientifically, put his feet against the eaves, hung upside down, slowly and gently removed the equipment in the attic of the house, and then did not send out Anything that moved, directly and silently entered the attic.

"call."

Locke slowly landed barefoot, turned his head and glanced at the window of the attic. It wasn't a serious window, but a window similar to a ventilation duct: "It's time to find a yoga teacher."

As a child, Locke felt that it was easy and easy to do this kind of thing.

at the moment?

Still a little less flexible.

As Locke thought in his heart, he quietly came to the stairs of the attic, and when he saw it opened, he was able to connect to the stair clapboard below.

"Jeff, you said that guy Locke won't be here until four o'clock, right?"

"Will not!"

In the house, in the corridor below the attic, a trainee dressed like a bodyguard was talking in a low voice. The trainee named Jeff said, "That guy came here according to the instructions in the agent's action manual."

"also……"

The student who was the first to speak just nodded, and the next second, he felt a flash in front of his eyes. Then, with a thud, he rolled his eyes and fell straight to the back under Jeff's gaze.

When Jeff, who had just spoken, saw this, he was a little lost.

Ouniche...

"do not move!"

Locke landed lightly, aiming the dagger at Jeff's throat, covering Jeff's mouth, smiling and whispering, "You hang up."

Jeff's eyes widened.

at this time.

The student bodyguard who was leaving the patrol said through the walkie-talkie: "Hey, Jeff, how is your situation there? It's been ten minutes. James, let us call in ten minutes, and it's over."

Jeff, who was covering his mouth, heard the voice on the walkie-talkie. Although he couldn't speak, the eyes staring at Locke inadvertently revealed endless delight.

You are finished.

Just such an expression.

Can……

Locke looked at Jeff whose mouth was covered, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, took the walkie-talkie that Jeff was holding in his arms, and cleared his throat: "The above is normal, Roy, but I think that guy Locke will definitely not follow the instructions. The four points mentioned in the manual guide will definitely be ahead of schedule, this guy, likes to deviate from the usual way, over."

"James thinks so too. By the way, pay attention to the attic. That guy's sneaking skill is also our number one, over."

"You also pay attention, it's over."

Jeff, who was covering his mouth, at this moment, his pupils contracted greatly.

without him.

Locke was talking just now, but the voice was his.

good guy!

Jeff reacted, but just when Jeff was about to struggle and reported the letter directly, he rolled his eyes and passed out gorgeously in Locke's arms after a groan.

three minutes later.

Locke tied the two of Jeff, and by the way, his mouth was tightly wrapped with tape. Although, Locke's blow can guarantee that the two will wake up when the game is over.

But, be well prepared, and you're right.

Locke's creed has always been to plan ahead rather than make amends.

after awhile.

Another ten minutes later, Locke once again used Jeff's voice to communicate with the students downstairs, who were also in twos.

According to Walter Burke, the target couple were middle and high-ranking members of the KGB, and, for intelligence reasons, it was normal to have patrolling bodyguards at home.

Some rich families have a special floor as the daily activity floor of the bodyguards.

Therefore, it is normal to have six bodyguards at the target's home.

Locke could not find any point to refute this, but Locke did not intend to refute either.

Again.

Locke is not afraid to play big, but that others can't afford it.

Another ten minutes passed.

It's time to contact upstairs and downstairs once every ten minutes. Obviously, these guys are still cheating. Otherwise, the bodyguards at home will be fine with Mai once every ten minutes.

Locke used Jeff's voice to fool him again.

Thirty seconds later.

Locke grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Roy?"

Under Locke's gaze, Roy, who walked near the stairs, stopped: "What's wrong?"

Locke said, "Do you have any smoke over there?"

Roy was slightly taken aback and said, "What about yours?"

"It's over, **** Q, he doesn't smoke."

"Then I'll bring it to you."

"Thanks, I'm going to the stairs now."

"Row."

Locke finished speaking in Jeff's voice, then looked at Roy downstairs with a smile, shook his head, took out the cigarette from his arms, and walked directly up the stairs.

Roy just went upstairs and rolled his eyes.

Locke took Roy directly, quietly, and put Roy on the ground. This time, he was not tied.

Do not have time.

"Are you all right upstairs?"

"It's okay, I just went to the attic to see it."

"Hey, Q!"

"Damn, this window is leaking."

"Haha, we're okay, let's go."

"Okay."

Locke used his superb ventriloquism to complete the conversation with one person and two corners, and then walked down the stairs in a straightforward manner.

The student who partnered with Roy looked at the figure that appeared on the stairs, listened to the conversation between Roy and Jeff just now, and laughed: "Fortunately, the two of us don't have a seat on the top floor...W..."

Locke looked at the student who was still holding the momentary terrified expression before fainting, and shrugged: "Sorry."

talking.

Locke dragged the guy aside and glanced at it. Like the others, they were all pistols with plastic bullets, and shook his head.

One by one, they all like to choose guns.

Could it be that these people have never heard that within seven steps, am I invincible?

Just two people away.

inside the house.

Locke is actually quite happy, there are bodyguards in this house.

In a word.

The troubles of people will never compare to the troubles brought about by machines.

If there is no one in this room, then, without a doubt, various motion sensors or something must be turned on.

But right now?

Gee.

Who paid attention to this?

Locke's tsk tsk~www.readwn.com~ Although he said that, through the phone call just now, there is no doubt that he already has a general guess.

James Clayton.

It was the bartender who was spotted and recruited by Walter Burke. His grades could compete with Patriot Jack for third place in shooting, and he could even compete with Mace for second place in psychological tests.

Moreover, Walter Burke made it clear that he wanted this guy to be in charge and let him be in charge of the cat side, which was not unexpected by Locke.

James Clayton may think that as long as there is someone in the house, he can rush in as soon as he is alerted. Even if Locke lurks in, he can basically be considered a loser.

but……

The ideal is very full, the reality is very skinny.

Pity.

Locke licked his lips, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

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