A Certain Marvel Super Player Chapter 267

"morning."

The next day, Locke opened the bathroom door, wiped his hair, looked at Gwen who had just come out of the room, and said hello with a smile.

But Gwen glanced at Locke, then indifferently pulled Locke away and walked into the bathroom by himself.

Locke stood there, bowed his head, and couldn't help laughing.

Of course he knew why Gwen had a little emotion, but it wasn't because, last night, Gwen left a door for him, and Locke, didn't he pass?

no way.

When Locke came back last night, it was almost four o'clock in the morning. It didn't seem very good to go to Gwen's room at that time, so Locke didn't go there.

Apparently, Gwen was in trouble over this.

This…

Locke was a little dumbfounded. After all, Gwen, whom he knew and contacted, seemed to have never been angry, at least not for him.

It turns out that my Gwen will be angry too.

Locke smiled, looked at the empty corridor, and, downstairs, listened to the conversation of George, who had gone to bed early and got up early to accompany Helen to work.

Turn your head.

Click!

"…What are you doing?"

"I'll help you wash."

"No, it's too late."

"It's not too late, I'm clean."

"I called!"

"Then I'll go."

half an hour.

Helen looked at Gwen who was walking down the stairs with a blushing little face, and said with a smile, "Does your spirit look pretty good?"

Gwen twitched the corner of his mouth and went down the stairs: "Mom, I'll help you."

Locke followed him down the stairs and greeted George, who was already sitting at the dining table, "Good morning, George."

George glanced at Locke, and hummed reservedly: "Let's have dinner, there was a call from the bureau just now, and the case has progressed."

Locke's eyes lit up.

There, Gwen, who was holding her and Locke's dishes from the kitchen, came over, pulled out the chair and sat down: "Who is it, Dad?"

George looked at Locke, who was sitting down: "Have you heard of Bussen Vitch?"

Locke shook his head.

"Who is this?"

"A private detective who didn't take pictures came and said that he knew from the newspaper that your photo album was selling well, and he thought to see if he could dig up your black material, and then threatened you to pay."

good guy.

It must be the handwriting of that anonymous person.

Locke thought so in his heart, his expression was very surprised, and he glanced at Gwen.

Gwen blinked. "Really?"

George nodded and said: "The FBI director Colin found the clue, and that Busson Vitch has also explained it, and he collected some remaining bugs from his home, but he also got the bugs from the black market. Bought it, so this case has been transferred to DHS again because of national security.”

Amazing.

Anyway, the FBI can know, and then S.H.I.E.L.D. can know, but not the NYPD?

After all, whether it is the FBI or S.H.I.E.L.D., from a certain perspective, like the CIA, they are both federal, and the NYPD is local.

So this is another classic case of the federation teaming up to bully the locality.

but…

Locke looked at George curiously: "Then how did he enter the Xingchen Building? Isn't the security of the Xingchen Building very weak?"

He was curious as to how this question was explained.

George said: "One of the security guards at the gate took him in that day. As a price, Busen Vitch gave the security guard a thousand dollars as a reward. The security guard went to the precinct by himself after a night of ideological struggle last night. He turned himself in and made an account of the deal between him and Bussen Vecchie."

Locke nodded.

Well, this reason cannot be said to be nonsense, but it can also be said that the credibility is very high.

The security of the Xingchen Building is indeed very tight, but in the tight security, someone needs to be guarded. If people buy the security directly, isn't that the same as going home.

Hearing this, Gwen couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he said speechlessly, "Is this guy stupid? Locke is rich, but Locke also has a team of lawyers."

George chuckled: "As long as Locke's black material is caught, no lawyers will be of any use."

talking.

George looked up at Locke: "Fortunately, this Busson Vitch explained that he was still walking around your apartment, trying to find out if you had any secrets. As a result, he found nothing, and then he just pretended to eavesdrop. If nothing is recorded, you will find it.”

When he said this, George seemed a little disappointed.

Delusion?

No, George was expecting something from me.

Locke's heart darkened, and he glanced at Gwen, and the gentleman looked at George: "Gwen knows how my money came from. Last weekend, when I was in the Star Building, Gwen helped me sort it out. The third-quarter income is convenient for tax filing next year.”

Last year's tax filing work, Locke gave Lawn Law Firm for help, but obviously, Gwen was not used to his behavior of spending 30,000 unjustly, so he asked Helen, the tax expert at home, while Help Locke methodically organize each quarter's tax bills and so on.

so…

From a certain point of view, Locke really did it. He had no reservations, did not hide anything from Gwen, and directly proved with his actions that he would not do pre-marriage justice when he married in the future.

Gwen said to George: "Yeah, Dad, every money from Locke is fair and above all, there can be any black material, at most underage drinking, what kind of black material, you can't grab this, threaten Let Locke go to the police station, besides, the police station won't take it seriously, right, Dad."

Generally, underage drinking does not take it seriously.

But this wild boar.

George glanced at Locke, smiling brightly.

try?

Locke also smiled politely.

Helen watched from the side, as if she saw the picture of her father and George together, smiled speechlessly, and chose to stand on Locke's side: "Locke is very good, last month, your police station opened again. What fundraiser, what's that Tony Stark's secretary called?"

Gwen said, "Pepper, Pepper Potts, my friend with Locke."

Helen nodded: "Yes, Ms. Potts, didn't Ms. Potts also say that she envy Locke and Gwen's love?"

George rolled his eyes.

Finished calf.

I can't stay here anymore.

George drank the coffee in the cup, got up, and walked towards the door: "Anyway, the case is over."

The implication is that tonight, when I go home, I don't want to see you at my house anymore.

this is my house.

George felt that he had no status at all in this family.

What?

Little George's three sons?

Ah.

Here comes the background board.

Looking at George who was about to leave, Locke also ate the pancake in his hand and got up: "I'm leaving too."

That Lorraine Broughton's mission wasn't done.

If he stayed at Gwen's house, the Anonymous wouldn't have a chance to recruit him.

What is this called.

In other words, the CIA agent is actually not a good unit. Locke feels as if he is in a hurry to become an agent in the CIA.

but…

For the task, to make money, don't be shy.

Originally, Locke was thinking about how to find a chance to go back today. After all, if the case is not solved, Gwen would definitely not be able to let him out of sight.

Unexpectedly, Anonymous had already thought of it in advance.

never mind.

This is also an act of sincerity.

Locke thought so.

I hope that Anonymous will come over soon. After all, after hearing that the case was over, and after a false alarm, Gwen also said that he would go to Dr. Connors' laboratory to continue to be a hard-working intern assistant.

"Aqiu!"

Manhattan, the top-floor open-air café of the Empire State Building.

Anonymous with sunglasses rubbed his nose and smiled at his old friend who was sitting across from him: "After staying overseas for a long time, the atmosphere of the Federation seems a little uncomfortable."

Sitting opposite, who is about the same age as Anonymous, who is also Langley's Hubble, laughed haha: "Then let's switch positions."

Hubble, a veteran of Langley, like Anonymous, has his own team, but unlike Anonymous, who is responsible for all the charming places in Europe, Hubble is mainly responsible for Lubyanka.

Anonymous laughed loudly: "How about Lubyanka?"

Hubble shook his head and said, "What else can you do? You did a good job of acting, and you deliberately disclosed the news to those traitors who sold their souls for money."

Anonymous said: "Think of the good, and when the use is over, catch them, the money is still ours, then the car will be mine, the house will be yours, the old rules."

Hubble did not answer this question, but asked curiously: "When are you going to go?"

Anonymous asked back: "What about you?"

Hubble was also in New York to recruit an agent.

Jack Lane.

Originally a Ph.D. student, four years ago, after the September 11 incident, the patriotic Jack Ryan gave up his studies, joined the military, and then went to Iraq as a Marine.

Last year, after a helicopter was shot down, he pulled his comrades out of safety when he was so badly wounded that he could barely stand up.

Today, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Jason Lawn is recovering at a military postwar rehabilitation facility in New York, and Hubble has been watching for a long time.

"In a few days."

Hubble looked up at the sky: "The weather forecast says that there will be heavy rain in a few days. When that time comes, go again, how about you?"

It's not too late to go, otherwise, when Jason Lane recovers, if he goes back to the military again, wouldn't he lose a lot.

"That's right, we can train together at that time."

"You haven't said, when are you going to recruit."

"When?"

Anonymous put down the empty coffee cup in his hand, got up, and buttoned his suit.

"Of course now, you already know him, if I go later, you guy, I'm afraid I'm going to pry my corner, I won't give you this chance."

Chapter end