Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 142 Candlelight Memorial Service at the Port

George never stopped giving up the idea of ​​capturing the Peerless Assassin.

After all, who told Wushuang Assassin to provoke the New York Police Department when he was a police detective, and even kidnapped his future son-in-law at one point?

Although George doesn't need to go out to work anymore, he always pays attention to the Peerless Assassin.

Locke's Audi R8 was naturally the object of George's attention.

The Peerless Assassin loves the R8 very much, otherwise, he wouldn't be driving a one-off R8 for every mission, whether it's against the textile factory or at the moment of killing people at the gate of the prison, it's always an R8.

George ordered the police officers in charge of patrolling the port of New York to check whether Locke's Audi R8 was still there three times a day, whether there were any signs of being touched, and even the monitoring of the port was almost kept in full working condition.

but.

The Peerless Assassin did not squat down, but instead, he squatted in a large wave, at least five groups of thieves who planned to come to the port to steal cars.

Those car thieves had just destroyed the surveillance camera, and then, within 5 minutes, before they drove out of the port, they were made dumplings by the police who arrived.

Under George's care, the port parking lot, where three cars would disappear in a day, has maintained a situation where not a single car has been lost, which has greatly improved the safety and living standards of the port.

Even the wife of the owner of the New York Port Company specifically mentioned George’s move when she was having dinner with the current mayor, Ms. Casey. For this reason, Ms. Casey even specially invited George and Helen to have lunch, which was a pleasant surprise. , which George never thought of.

but……

There is still no trace of the unparalleled assassin.

Locke smiled in his heart, nonsense, he has already gone to sea to play PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds and Rim of the Atlantic, and no one else is in New York, how could Peerless Assassin be in New York.

Helen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at Gwen behind: "Your father is already in a daze. Recently, the most information in the study room is the information of this Peerless Assassin. He also specially contacted his friends in Texas. He is coming." All the dossiers of the Peerless Assassin are being studied."

Gwen smiled and said, "I'm sure Dad can do it, right, Locke."

Locke nodded.

Flattered.

Good guy, my future father-in-law cares so much about him, I can't wait to find him and throw him in prison, what should I do, wait online, it's neither urgent nor not urgent.

George also snorted twice: "I will definitely catch this guy!"

Lynching justice, not justice.

George was convinced of this.

night time.

At this moment, a large number of people have gathered in the Port of New York. For this reason, the New York Police Department had to send enough police forces to maintain order here.

Even, anyone who wants to enter the port of New York needs to be searched to make sure that he is not carrying any weapons.

no way.

All the crew of the Poseidon were killed, and only eleven people survived. However, behind the more than 3000 victims, there were at least more than 3000 families.

What if some angry family members of the victims turned their anger on the survivors?
Not to mention, among the survivors this time, there is another family member of their New York Police Department.

and so……

The port tonight was extraordinarily safe. Originally, the pier where the Poseidon was docked had also been vacated. In the sky, three helicopters from the New York Police Department were circling.

Countless people flocked to the port, and the sound of crying and wailing resounded continuously.

When Locke and others arrived in New York, it was confirmed that the Poseidon had sunk after encountering a huge wave. The news that there were no survivors had been confirmed and was reported by major media in New York.

The hopes in the hearts of countless families of the victims were completely shattered.

this day.

Hospitals across New York City are also extremely busy.

When Locke and Gwen arrived at the port in a taxi, they couldn't help but blinked as they looked at the picture of the sea of ​​people inside.

at this time.

A homeless man came over and looked at Locke and Gwen: "You two, you are also here to attend the candlelight memorial service."

talking.

Before Locke and Gwen nodded, the tramp took out two candles from his arms and handed them to Locke and Gwen.

Locke looked at the candle Gwen took and looked at the homeless man: "How much?"

The homeless man waved his hand: "I don't make this kind of money."

Done.

The homeless man looked not far away, and got off the taxi again. A couple whose eyes were red from crying walked over, also took out two candles, and then did not charge any money.

Compared with this homeless man, not far away, a little black man who is also holding a cardboard box, with a joyful smile on his face, and selling candles for five dollars is particularly dazzling.

Locke narrowed his eyes: "Gwen, I think there is something I want to tell you."

Gwen looked at Locke curiously.

Locke stared at Xiao Hei, who was full of joy and made a fortune, and said in a deep voice: "I am not racist, but this picture is a bit too ironic."

Gwen followed Locke's eyes and looked at the candle seller, who was even entangled with a family member of the victim, Xiao Hei, who had an endless smile on his face, pursed his lips: "There are always a few low-quality ones."

Locke nodded: "I agree."

But not entirely agree.

With a dark complexion, few people are of high quality.

Thinking so, Locke took out something from the inventory, slapped it, and landed on the homeless man and Xiao Hei respectively, and then said to Gwen, "Let's go in."

He doesn't like to meddle in his own business.

but……

This time is different.

Into port.

soon.

Locke and Gwen found the big team.

even……

"Pepper?"

Gwen looked at Pepper Potts, who was wearing a pair of jeans and a less conspicuous jacket, and seemed a little surprised.

"I'm sorry I didn't get back with you," Pepper said.

Several people waved their hands to express their understanding.

If Pepper was on that plane, they would probably be surrounded by the media. I'm afraid they wouldn't even have a little time to rest.

Locke and Dylan stood aside.

One smoke per person.

Dylan looked at the pier where the Poseidon once docked, and said, "I'm going to stabilize."

Locke was not surprised at all: "Congratulations."

"Lend me some money."

"..."

MMP!

You, an old man in his 30s, and me, who is 17 years old and a child, borrow money?Is this reasonable?
This needs to be replaced by another person, and Locke has already given it a roll.

Dylan looked at Locke, who was looking at him with an inexplicable look, with a very melancholy expression: "My savings are all in the Poseidon."

He won millions.

but……

It's all gone.

After all, when the monstrous waves hit, he hadn't had time to exchange the chips in his hand.

and so.

Dylan said: "If you don't support me, I'm afraid, I will go bankrupt in place."

Locke asked curiously, "Then where did you live just now?"

"Maggie's house is in the Upper East Side, quite close to the Star Building where you live."

"You can continue."

"No."

Dylan shook his head: "Maggie's ex-husband was too lazy to work. Maggie couldn't bear it so she divorced him. I must have some money, otherwise, I guess I will end up like that ex-husband."

Locke thought about Dylan's skills: "Then what are you going to do?"

This stuff...

Apart from the skills of the submariners, the rest is just a gamble.

Dylan took a deep breath of the cigarette and exhaled a smoke ring: "Let's get a fire company. At the beginning, Robert said that he could give me the business of fire equipment from several factories, and then Pepper also expressed some small firefighting companies. You can give it to me, now it’s short of start-up funds.”

Robert was the former mayor of New York. Those who can run for mayor are not capitalists. After becoming mayor, they will also become capitalists. It is not surprising that there are several companies.

After all, a ticket is 25 yuan.

Not to mention Pepper. Although Stark Industries is now under the management of Tony Stark's godfather Obadiah Stan, Pepper can still propose a small business of tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Replace it.

after all……

Everyone is a close escape friendship, if not for a few people who are younger, I am afraid that after the close escape, they will be blood alliances and become half-brothers.

Locke thought so, and threw away the cigarette butt: "How much do you want?"

Dylan thought for a while: "Fifty...no, 30, it's really not enough. I'll find a chance and go to Las Vegas a few times. Within a year, I will definitely pay it back to you."

Locke glanced at Dylan: "30? So little, where do you live?"

Dylan shrugged: "Look for a motel and squat."

Locke smiled, took out a brand new checkbook from his arms, wrote 300 million, signed his name, tore it off and handed it to Dylan: "You can pay it back at any time."

He made a net profit of more than 5000 million on the Poseidon.

300?
drizzle.

Locke felt, if it wasn't for the extra money of the night, he felt that he could say goodbye to his career as a killer.

but……

There are also rewards for assassination missions. No matter how small a fly is, it is still meat. Money may not be earned by saving, but, by saving, money can definitely be saved.

As for why so generous.

Locke doesn't have many friends, but if they are friends, Locke will help.

300 million is just a small amount to him.

Dylan looked at the check in his hands, his face beamed with joy, and he asked curiously, "Isn't your wallet and everything else in the Poseidon like ours?"

Locke put away his checkbook: "If you have 5000 million in the bank, it's okay to ask the bank manager to come to your house at night to find you."

Dylan: "..."

After Locke was sent back to the Star Building by George at noon, the bank manager brought him a brand new bank card and a brand new check book in the afternoon.

Here is the federation.

Money is the federation of heaven!
……

(End of this chapter)