A Certain Marvel Super Player Chapter 223

Red Devils.

Raymond Ledington's power is actually not that great. In fact, according to the daily life of the Red Devils, any killer with a name and a surname can basically assassinate Raymond directly.

If Locke makes a move, he will not say it.

but……

The Red Devil has never survived by strength. He has relied on his connections and connections, and even because of his connections and connections, he is honored as the administrator of the criminal world.

Everyone knows everyone, everyone knows the Red Devils, and, a lot of time, they are happy to give the Red Devils this face.

So is Locke.

Since the last live TV broadcast, the Red Devils made a special call, saying that they owed a favor, and used Locke's name and hope to borrow a blank notice, and Locke agreed directly.

It was later discovered that the Red Devils had used his blank notice to intimidate an Albanian gang leader.

Locke felt a bit of a drop in price, but, relationship, isn't that how it is used.

The next afternoon.

Locke was at home in Chester when he received the message from the Red Devils.

hang up the phone.

Chester listened to Locke's call just now and looked at Locke who got up from the sofa: "What did you ask the Red Devils to buy?"

Locke smiled: "A corpse."

Chester: "..."

Locke laughed, looked at Chester's expression, shook his head, and said about Nina Bell's suicide and the strange promotion of the African-American lawyer: "I suspect that Nina Bell sacrificed herself. , so please Red Devils, find out the body and surveillance or something to confirm."

Sitting not far away, Carrie, with long hair and looking down at her extrcurricular book, heard the keyword voodoo and looked up: "Voodoo, is it those who make deals with hell? "

Locke looked at Carrie and nodded.

Chester glanced at Carrie, then looked at Locke: "Then you should take Carrie with you."

Locke smiled: "Although the Red Devils guessed that I have an inextricable relationship with Locke, but after all, there is no..."

Carrie raised her hand, flashing the purple bracelet on her wrist. "I can dress up."

talking.

The purple witch power flickered, and then, the black hair turned white silk, the sassy women's clothes, and the long boots with the heels, just appeared, and the temperature of the entire room dropped by at least two degrees.

Chester looked at Locke: "Is there any problem?"

Locke thought about it.

Yep.

If it really has something to do with the power of hell, then Carrie, who is a witch, is not bad, and there is no need for him to switch to witch form.

Again.

Although there is no need to change clothes when switching careers, the name, no matter how you look at it, cannot be accepted by Locke, who is a straight male.

After half an hour.

On an Audi that was about to be reported lost.

The car roared, and then steadily drove into the abandoned waterworks on the outskirts of Jersey City.

At the door of an abandoned warehouse, two men in suits playing soy sauce over there, looked at each other when they saw the silver Audi driving in, and walked over.

Audi is almost on the verge of becoming another unparalleled identity symbol.

"Unparalleled first..."

The two soy saucers looked at Locke who came out of the car, and when they were about to say hello, they saw Carrie in disguise like an iceberg walking out from the co-pilot who also wore a pair of sunglasses.

female?

Unfamiliar, never seen?

Looking at the expressions of the two soy sauce people, Locke didn't explain anything. He didn't need to explain anything to the unimportant people, and said directly: "What's in there?"

The two soy sauce people returned to their senses: "Yes, please come with me."

talking.

The two soy sauce people regained their desire to survive. They didn't ask, don't tell, and didn't answer. They just sent things here according to the boss's instructions, and then waited for Locke to come over to hand over. Now that Locke is here, other things have nothing to do with them.

In the abandoned warehouse, an ordinary coffin was inside the van. Then, the two soy sauce people blew a whistle, and there were two people, and there was a smell of earth in them. The coffin was removed from the van.

"Mr. Wushuang, let's go first."

"good."

Locke nodded.

The few soy sauce people glanced at each other, then got in the car, and then drove the van to leave.

in front of the coffin.

Locke tilted his head and looked at Carrie beside him.

Carrie hummed, her right hand stretched out, and the power of the witch surged.

Click!

A very clear crisp sound came out, and then, with a bang, the coffin in front of him began to be covered with split-type cracks, and in the blink of an eye, the cracks covered the entire coffin.

next second.

boom!

The coffin was torn apart instantly as if it had been weathered.

Locke raised his eyebrows: "New ability."

Carrie explained: "Mr. Chester has found me a lot of legends and descriptions of various witches, which I have not found in the library, and there are a few books with witches on them. "

Locke smiled.

Chester is well-informed, after all, the old guy's lover, but one is a succubus, in Texas.

Locke has always been amazing about this. Other men, let alone three years with the succubus, will be drained even for two nights, but Chester, the other way around.

The dust dissipated.

A corpse lay quietly on the ground.

dark.

shriveled.

Not rotten.

Locke caught his eye and sneered: "It really is a sacrifice."

Sacrificing lives to demons has a characteristic, that is, after they sacrifice their lives, their corpses will not rot.

because……

Demons from **** will occupy their corpses, or, in other words, connect them into a transit station between **** and the world, allowing the demon who borrowed power to pass in and out of the world and **** through their corpses.

"Roar!"

A sudden roar came from Nina Bell's corpse, and the next second, black mist roared out, turning into an angry evil spirit.

The evil spirit looked at Locke and Carrie in front of them, and roared angrily, opened its sharp claws, and attacked Locke and Carrie with bursts of stench.

Locke was expressionless.

He wasn't interested in making a move.

"Carrie!"

"Bang!"

As soon as Locke's words fell, she seemed shocked. Carrie, who saw the devil for the first time, was also back to her senses. In an instant, white silk surged, wrapped in the power of a witch, and directly shot the transformed angry evil spirit in front of her into a hornet's nest. .

Locke, who lent her power to Carrie, did not impose any restrictions on the witch power that Carrie used.

If it wasn't for Carrie's sea of ​​consciousness being that big, in fact, Carrie could be like Locke. With just one look, she could directly strangle the angry creature in front of her with her endless witch power, but she couldn't even call it a demon. Oh, an evil spirit who doesn't even have the right to be the tail of a crane in hell.

The angry evil spirit let out a shrill cry.

moment.

It turned into a scattered black mist and shattered directly. With the destruction of the evil spirit, the incorrupt corpse on the ground gradually changed and began to rot rapidly.

The breath in the air became more and more unpleasant.

turn around.

boarding.

drive away.

After half an hour.

Chester's home.

Bearded Chester looked at Locke and Carrie who had returned, and was slightly taken aback: "So fast."

Locke laughed: "It's just a low-level evil spirit, do you still need to fight for 300 rounds?"

Who are you insulting?

Is he still Carrie?

On the sofa, Locke took out the tablet and started playing, which was also the surveillance camera of New York Women's Prison sent to him by the Red Devils.

Chester glanced at Locke, who was watching the prison surveillance over there, and looked at Carrie: "That evil spirit killed?"

Carrie nodded. "Very weak."

Chester opened his mouth: "Have you found out what deal the evil spirit made?"

Carrie shook her head.

She also thought that Locke would ask. Unexpectedly, Locke was not even interested in asking. When Locke called her, she naturally shot.

In fact, Carrie was quite happy to be able to help.

Locke said without raising his head: "Do you still need to ask? Considering the African-American lawyer who was promoted at a strange rate, it is obvious that there should be an evil spirit helping him."

Chester came over: "Nina Bell?"

Locke snorted, turned the tablet, and the picture was frozen on the picture of a prison guard pulling a dark antique doll of the same color from the cell: "Have you seen this antique doll?"

Or.

Voodoo doll.

Chester frowned. "You suspect that Nina Bell is parasitic in this voodoo doll?"

Locke smiled: "It's not doubt, but affirmation!"

According to normal procedures, Nina Bell committed suicide. What she had in prison needed to be given to her parents, but the information given by the Red Devils showed that this antique doll was taken out by an African-American lawyer. , and not handed over to her parents.

After all, even if you want to give it, you can't give it.

One is the New York Women's Prison and the other is the death penalty prison. The management is different. The management of the Women's Prison is relatively loose. There is not much difference on the Internet ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Chester listened to Locke's words and shook his head: "Then why did you kill that evil spirit, you kill that evil spirit now, this Ni Na Bell will be alarmed when she realizes that her creditor has disappeared."

Lockhart smiled.

Chester looked up at the laughing Locke.

The corners of Locke's mouth rose: "Krin, do you think I need to consider her feelings, and, I think, she should be happy."

"Happy?"

"Well, she is happy that she has gained freedom, or she is happy that after the evil spirit died, she became a free evil spirit."

"but……"

Locke looked at Chester with a smile: "When she is happy, she will find that she is free, and has become a free, but a ghost trapped in a voodoo doll."

Chester: "..."

Chapter end