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Chapter 148 Literal Meaning
What the hell?

I did it again?
Why don't I know it myself?
If it's about the murder last night or something, Locke may have lost his memory and can't remember, but tonight, what the hell, he has 100% sufficient alibi.

The thought turned.

next second.

Locke's anger suddenly surged.

If he was just an ordinary killer, then maybe he was really impersonated by this guy. After all, ordinary killers don't have special notices and bullets that will disappear automatically.

Kill the innocent first, then the police?

This is no longer a simple impersonation incident.

It's like going up to the hut with a lantern.

Locke was still sighing outside the door just now, but after entering the door, he suddenly discovered that it was himself who caused all these tragedies?
Uh……

Fake yourself.

Tao Ruisi was slightly taken aback, her husband was once George's partner, so naturally he had heard of this notice, and his eyes almost widened: "How is this possible, who is Jeff, you know George better than me, he How could it be possible to receive a notice, isn’t the Peerless Assassin only killing the guilty, how could Jeff receive a notice.”

George said, "Of course I know what Jeff is."

Tao Ruisi's expression was extremely painful: "Then why..."

Looking at the furniture and furnishings in their room, some of the furniture was even given by someone else at Tao Ruisi's wedding.

Locke and Gwen sat aside, taking charge, looking after Tauris and Jeff's three children, the oldest of whom was under ten.

Two daughters, one son.

Gwen didn't look back, and heard the crying sound from the living room behind her, and sighed.

Locke looked at Gwen.

Gwen shook her head: "Tauris is a full-time wife, and their youngest daughter, Mandy, still has chronic diseases and needs to take medicine regularly."

Locke understood.

In fact, most families in the Federation have very low ability to resist risks. Unlike Dongguo, where most families have no income for half a year or a year, the hardships will pass.

But in the Federation, having no income basically means one thing.

They've started the timer to become homeless.

what?
Does the NYPD have a pension?

Stop it.

George's current annual salary is only [-] to [-], how much pension can be given to the families of those casualties.

This is why Locke feels that the little spider is not worthy of the title of hero.

A true hero always sacrifices himself for the safety of thousands of people.

Iron Man can be said to be a hero because of that snap of his fingers.

Captain America Steve is a hero.

But what about the little spider?
Every growth of Little Spider is accompanied by the destruction of someone else's family. Is he worthy of the title of superhero?

at the moment?

Locke always felt that his nameless fire was swaying.

Someone killed the police officer in his name, which made Locke suddenly feel inexplicable.

Fake!

after awhile.

Locke and the others left, because there might be someone from the funeral department of the police station later.

out the door.

When the four of them were walking towards the parking lot, Helen and George who were walking in front said, "Should be organizing donations."

George nodded.

No way, the New York Police Department's pension is very low, which is a well-known thing, and because of this, basically, if a colleague dies unfortunately, they will organize donations.

Although the money is not a lot, at the very least, it will not cause people to live on the streets because they cannot pay real estate taxes in the second year.

Moreover, the colleagues of the New York Police Department will also take special care of them. Basically, it is completely impossible for tickets and violations to exist. Some good colleagues will often come to the door to provide help within their ability based on feelings.

After all, any police officer will have such a day. Helping others is actually helping oneself to a certain extent.

That's why Ms. Casey has the support of NYPD officers.

Because Ms. Casey promised to greatly improve the treatment of New York Police Department officers, and, after being successfully elected, she did the same. Although it is still very small, at least there has been an improvement.

Helen hummed: "Let's find a nanny tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I'll bring Gwen to Jeff's house to help."

Gwen, who was walking behind with Locke, said: "Bring little George, too. Little George and Mary are having a good time. Let little George comfort and take care of Mary tomorrow."

Mary is the ten-year-old girl in Jeff's family who has been sitting there, silent, and looks quite quiet.

Helen nodded: "That's a good idea."

In the parking lot, Locke and the Gwen family separated, drove the R8, and returned to the Star Building.

Enter the house.

Locke took off his suit and windbreaker, took bourbon and a cup from the bar, and walked directly to the study on the second floor.

Pour wine.

Turn on.

All in one drink.

All in one go.

Locke looked at the computer interface that was turned on, and directly used advanced hacking techniques to hack into the background of the full-time monitoring system with nearly 7000 cameras all over New York. monitoring.

but……

There was no surveillance in that alley, and nearby, the surveillance cameras that were able to capture that alley were either broken, or simply the chewing gum stuck to it had dried and hadn't been removed.

There are nearly 7000 cameras in the city. After careful calculation, there are nearly 5000 cameras that can operate normally and shoot. More than 2000 cameras have been waiting for replacement or maintenance due to financial and manpower reasons.

is a master.

After searching around to no avail, Locke left the keyboard with his hands, stared at the shimmering Bourbon on his desk with less than half left, and sneered.

Pity.

Who is it wrong for you to pretend to be, but you want to pretend to be me?

The living do not know who you are.

Don't the dead know who you are?

Locke got up, drank the remaining bourbon in the cup, took out the sunglasses from his arms, put them on, and stepped forward, leaving a clone who stayed at home and pretended to be him, and then went straight downstairs, Walk towards the door.

Ordinary people cannot make the dead speak.

Ke Luke is not an ordinary person.

His motto is that if the game can't be played, then the game is meaningless.

Who the hell is playing reasoning with you.

I'd like to see, how much courage do you have to pretend to be me!
NYPD.

Morgue.

Locke relied on the light from Callum Lynch, who looks exactly like Magneto, and it was the first time he used the hiding technique today. He went all the way unimpeded. He was stunned by the eyes of the police officers who worked overtime all night looking for any clues. Underneath the building, they quietly arrived at the forensic office on the second basement floor.

"Ok?"

Just received the news, returned to the office, prepared for the overnight autopsy, the judge, who had changed his clothes, turned around, frowned at the door that seemed to be pushed open suddenly and then swayed, and said: "Who is outside. "

Locke stood behind the forensic doctor and said, "Hi."

The forensic doctor shuddered, turned around, and then, with a thud, was knocked on the head directly, and then fell to the ground with a magnificent thud.

The moment the forensic doctor landed, the folder in his hand was firmly caught by Locke's right hand with a leather glove.

quite a while.

Locke dragged the forensic doctor to his office chair and sat down, posed a pose, and poured a bottle of coma potion for the forensic doctor to ensure that he could sleep overnight, and then turned around and entered the laboratory with three planing tables went inside.

into the eye.

The three planing tables are already full.

The assistant who had just pushed the couple out of the freezer together and was standing in the corner to finish the phone call with his girlfriend to explain that he couldn't go back tonight, after putting away the phone, looked at the man wearing sunglasses who walked in ostentatiously. Locke froze for a moment: "Hey, who are you, this is Fa... Ga!"

The assistant's words stopped abruptly.

Without him.

Because a pistol with a golden texture was pressed against his forehead.

"Gudong!"

The assistant gulped down his saliva, broke out in a cold sweat, and raised his hands high: "I'm French...boom!"

Locke looked at the assistant who was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground, and frowned.

He is French?
What does it mean?
Could it be that the French have any privileges to avoid death?

Locke thought for a while, but couldn't think of a reason. He came back to his senses and walked directly towards the middle one of the three planing tables.

Open the white cloth.

into the eye.

He was shot again and stabbed again. Detective Jeff Martin, who could be described as dead, lay quietly on the dissection table.

Okay.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief.

Detective Inspector Jeff Martin's appearance is a bit miserable, but at the very least, his limbs are all there, no arms or legs are missing, and his head is intact. Except for some bruises and swollen faces, there is nothing special about it.

"good."

While nodding in affirmation, Locke shook his right hand and took it out, claiming that even if the soul is in the hands of Mephisto, as long as the body is healthy and the soul is not eaten by Mephisto as a snack, it will definitely be able to pull back the life potion. Looking at Jeff Martin on the dissecting table: "If you're miserable, or if I'm late and you've already been dissected, even this bottle of potion probably won't be able to save you."

They were all dismembered by the forensic doctor, and the internal organs were taken out one by one and weighed.

How can I help?
Not to mention even if it can be saved, how to explain it after the rescue?
Now that it has not been dissected, the doctor can still use tenacious vitality to describe it. If it is dissected, even if it can be resurrected, how to explain it? Did it come back from hell as a zombie?
Locke couldn't help smiling, took out the life potion directly, opened Jeff Martin's mouth, and then poured the life potion in his hand into Jeff's mouth like a goose.

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(End of this chapter)