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Chapter 111 The New Life of the Witch Carrie ([-]th update, please subscribe!)

Of course he didn't tell George.

After all, I just came back yesterday, so I couldn’t tell George when I got off the car yesterday, hey, George, I want to go to sea with Gwen during the New Year, so I won’t be with you for the New Year?
George would go crazy.

From George’s point of view, he and Gwen eloped when they went to Augusta this time. They called three times a day, morning, noon and night, and never missed an appointment. It's on Locke's phone.

then……

Gwen spoke.

At that time, Locke could clearly feel that George on the other end of the phone had a faster heartbeat and heavier breathing. If he was in the same city in New York, Locke had no doubt that George would directly order the colleagues of the New York Police Department to surround his room.

but.

Locke looked at Gwen who was looking at him, and nodded with a smile, saying, I will tell George when I go fishing with George this week.

Hope George says yes.

If he didn't agree, Locke felt that George might regret fishing by himself, why didn't he wear a helmet.

Locke thought so in his heart.

afternoon.

Locke and Gwen and Cindy say goodbye to Kahn.

In fact, the midtown colleges and universities had already had a holiday yesterday, but it was a holiday based on happy education. If you want to receive quality education, in fact, today is the official holiday.

After Gwen got into the car, she fastened her seat belt and looked at Locke who was driving: "Would you like to come to our house for dinner?"

Locke smiled and flicked his phone: "When I went to Augusta, something was left on Chester's side, and I'm going to take it home."

Gwen's eyes lit up: "Do you need my help?"

Locke thought for a while: "You can help, but you are going to lie to your father."

"what?"

"Guess what it is."

Gwen looked at Locke with a mysterious smile on his face, and then, he understood, and then said helplessly: "You should know that if you are caught by the New York Police Department, you will be punished, my dad Definitely not helping you."

Locke felt thankful that George didn't make trouble.

but……

Locke shrugged and said, "I'm a cowboy, and I don't drink in public."

Gwen shook her head: "Okay, then I won't go with you, but you'd better hide it better. Dad came back last time, but he told me that there is a place where you hide your wine."

Locke looked at Gwen: "Make up a message and send it to me. I'll hide it somewhere else?"

Gwen gave Locke a blank stare: "...Okay."

The corner of Locke's mouth rose.

Look.

There is an internal response, which is so good.

Poor George, I'm afraid he hasn't realized that his little padded jacket has air leakage to such an extent.

soon.

After Locke sent Gwen home, he went to Chester's home, carried the ten bottles of Thunderbolt bourbon he bought into his car, and then went all the way home.

soon.

All ten bottles of Thunder Bourbon were transported back to the Star Building.

Locke looked at the empty bar counter and smacked his lips: "If you want to fill it up, after this year, you still have to wait four years."

I don't know if the house here can last for four years.

bah bah bah!
Locke shook his head, feeling the clone that had been buried in Augusta, directly chose to interrupt the energy transmission of the clone over there, and then transformed a Locke with a golden apple.

Silent night.

The car gallops!

Brooklyn, a warehouse in an industrial area.

Locke, wearing sunglasses, was sitting in the car. After making a phone call, he flashed his headlights twice. After a while, not far away, a closed warehouse door slowly opened.

Locke laughed, drove, and drove straight in.

get off.

Locke glanced at the guards holding guns on both sides, chuckled, and shook hands with a white-haired old man walking over there: "Doctor Keller, I'm sorry to trouble you this time."

Whether it's Locke or Wushuang wearing glasses, politeness is always maintained.

and.

This time, Locke can be regarded as begging the doctor Hans Keller in front of him.

Hans Keller.

The gold cosmetic surgeon of the criminal world.

Makeover magician.

If you commit a crime, if you can find Dr. Hans Keller in front of you, then he will use his miraculous hands to completely change you.

but……

Hans Keller charged a lot.

Generally, the people who can find Hans Keller and get Hans Keller to take orders are all famous jewelry thieves and the like.

Thieves are richer than killers, that seems to be the consensus.

The same goes for Dongguk.

Pirate Commander Chu Liuxiang.

Thief.

Stealing the Holy White Jade Hall.

Uh... this doesn't count, I don't do my job properly, so I can't blame others.

In short, you haven't heard of it, some killers are rich, right?

Hans Keller looked at Locke, who liked to wear a suit, even late at night, wearing sunglasses, and leather gloves no matter what time of day, just as in the legend, and smiled reluctantly: "This way, please."

If he had a choice, he would never take this order.

The main reason why he chose the jewel thieves was not because they were rich, but because they were not as ruthless as killers. Don't worry, they would kill them after the service was over.

but……

Hans Keller had no choice.

He can only hope, hope, that the Peerless Assassin this time will be the same as the last time he made an exception to receive guests, and he will not be willing to kill a donkey.

correct.

The last client who made him an exception was Raymond Reddington!

Locke seemed to see through the thoughts of Dr. Keller who was walking in front, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Relax, Dr. Keller, I never kill innocent people, don't I, that's why you chose to take my order after weighing it up. Isn't it?"

What tradeoff?
MMP.

If it weren't for you knocking on my window and door in the middle of the night, it would be strange that I would talk to you.

If you have the ability, you can send an email in advance, you see, will I just go away, I can't afford to provoke you murderous devils, can't I still hide?

As long as he has money, he can live like an emperor even in a potato-growing country.

Dr. Hans Keller smiled reluctantly again, and led Locke into a ward like a modern operating room. Then, he turned around, nodded towards Locke, and waved to the two nurses in the room. Just left.

Locke put his hands in his pockets, looked at the girl who was leaning on the hospital bed, looked at him, tilted his head, and said with a smile: "You have chosen, do you have the new face you want, Carrie?"

Carrie stared at Locke: "Why?"

Yes.

Carrie!

The corpse excavated from the ruins was not Carrie's, but a clone of Carrie created by Locke with golden apples.

The real Carrie was packed by Locke as early as that night, rented a black plane, and transported here.

Locke walked over, pulled out the chair, grabbed an orange on the bedside table, picked it up on his own, and looked at Carrie: "My power is used to kill people, not to commit suicide."

That night.

Carrie did not choose to use the blood bottle to save her mother, but wanted to die with her mother.

The kung fu of three to five and two to two.

Locke broke off the peeled orange, handed half of it to Carrie who was looking at him, smiled and said: "Your actions that night were obviously impulsive, not a decision after careful consideration. Now, if you want to If you want to kill yourself, no one can stop you, can you?"

Carrie looked down at the orange handed to her, and fell silent.

"Many people have died. I am a demon. My mother said I am the daughter of a demon."

"They are guilty."

Locke said softly: "At the beginning, you wanted to have power, didn't you just think that if you had power, no one would be able to bully you? Moreover, the dead were all those who laughed at you and humiliated you. Those who helped you, even when you were furious, did you let go, such as... Teacher Desjardin?"

Carrie's eyes twinkled.

At the ball, she almost lost her mind and only had one thought.

dead.

They all deserve to die.

She even picked up Teacher Desjardin at one point, planning to throw Desjardin into the water full of electricity and electrocute him alive.

but……

Carrie's reason prevailed and she recognized that it was the only teacher in the school who stood up, helped her when she was being bullied, and upheld justice for her and punished those bullies.

"And Su!"

"Su?"

"Correct."

Locke said with a smile: "When you were planning to bury you and your mother, although Su also played a prank on you, because Su already knew that her behavior was wrong, she already knew her mistake, and you forgave him, didn't you?" Did she push Su out of the house at the last moment?"

Carrie pursed her lips: "Su..."

Locke said: "Look, the dead are all damned, not damned, innocent, and you haven't touched them. Do you think that would happen if you were a demon?"

Carrie looked at Locke, hesitated, and shook her head.

Locke smiled brightly, and stuffed the last few peeled oranges into Carrie's hands: "Now, you have a new life, choose a new face, and start over. Your future is far better than those damned ones. Everyone’s future will be bright, I promise.”

Anyway, he was also the first subordinate he gathered.

With such an easy death, where does he, the future boss of Nebula M78, save his face?

Moreover.

Carrie is a witch.

Anyway, Locke would not switch his career to a witch if he was killed. This thing is the same as women's clothing, only zero and countless times.

He would rather be a normal person.

Therefore, at this time, it is very necessary to have a witch assistant.

Locke patted Carrie's bed, got up, and walked outside: "I look forward to your new life, Carrie."

"……and many more."

"Ok?"

Locke turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Carrie looked at Locke who had already walked to the door, and asked, "Why?"

Locke: "..."

(End of this chapter)