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Chapter 155 Unscrupulous Wushuang (Ninth update, please order!!!)

This is the real big scene.

Since this imposter dared to use his name, then he should have thought that he would be forced out.

No real serial murderer would tolerate a counterfeit product, but serial murderers dare not show their heads, so there is no channel to speak out if someone uses it.

Either learn from that bloody John in California, he will kill anyone who dares to pretend to be him.

Or hold back.

There are only these two options.

But Locke is not a serial murderer. He admits that he is a criminal, but he will not admit that he is a murderer. Therefore, Locke can choose the third way.

Locke in front of the camera, with his hands in his pockets, has an elegant demeanor like an English gentleman.

"If you're watching TV, then I have a little suggestion for you."

The corner of Locke's mouth raised and he stared at the camera: "Run, run now, run far away, because, I will chase you soon, and when I catch up with you, you will not die, I am facing the almighty The Lord swears, but your life will be worse than death, and I will let you know what it will be like to pretend to be me."

In the words, Locke made no secret of his killing intent.

He doesn't mind someone impersonating the Peerless Assassin.

But he was very concerned that someone used the name of the unparalleled assassin to hook up with people who murdered and robbed.

"Ha ha!"

After Locke finished speaking, he smiled abruptly, and sat on the sofa again, watching Patty, who was sweating profusely. After all, he had just indirectly faced his murderous intent, and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, I'm a little out of control."

Patty smiled reluctantly. At this moment, she finally knew that although Locke behaved like an ordinary person, even an elegant gentleman, in essence, Locke was a killer, and he was also an unscrupulous killer.

Locke got up, adjusted his tie, and looked at Patty: "Okay, I'm done talking about my business, I'm sorry to bother you, let's go first, call."

Patty's mouth twitched.

I'm going to have the phone replaced tomorrow morning.

only……

How was he going to get out of this building that was surrounded by the NYPD and the FBI and DHS?
Patty looked at Locke who was already walking towards the door, and couldn't help thinking.

at this time.

Locke stopped.

Everyone in the studio felt a sudden heartache, and then, sadness followed.

Finished calf.

They are going to be silenced.

only……

Locke turned around, looked at Patty who stood up in front of the camera, and said, "Next time I come over, please invite Barbara, the queen of New York weather. With all due respect, you are not a professional host."

A professional host should know how to liven up the atmosphere.

But Patty?
If it weren't for the fact that Patty was George's ex-girlfriend in high school, Locke wouldn't have given Patty this photogenic opportunity.

really.

Relationships are needed everywhere in life.

Locke shook his head, held the individual missile with one hand, and then, holding the remote control with the other, pushed the door open, ignoring the two special service members at the door.

Everyone in the studio looked at each other in blank dismay.

This is...

ended?
They survived.

Patty, who was in front of the camera on the stage, also had an extremely confused expression.

in the corridor.

After Locke walked into the elevator, he tilted his head and stared at the door of the elevator. The two special agents who pointed their guns at him smiled: "Aren't you planning to go down together?"

The two special agents were expressionless, pointing their guns at Locke who was holding the missile.

Locke shook his head, let go of the elevator button, and waved to the two agents as the elevator slowly closed: "Goodbye then."

Ding!
The elevator goes down!

The two special agents gasped heavily, and at the same time contacted the personnel downstairs by radio: "The target has gone down, repeat, the target has gone down."

The lobby on the first floor of the building.

"Hurry up!

"aim!"

"No shooting allowed without my signal!"

George, Colin from the FBI, and Ms. Hand, the SHIELD New York Commander disguised as the Homeland Security Bureau, led the elites, directly surrounded the hall, and then watched from a distance. The closer the elevator.

third floor.

The second floor.

first floor.

Ding!
There was a crisp sound of the elevator arriving at the station, followed by the sound of countless weapons being quickly loaded.

"Yo!"

Locke pulled the individual missile, walked out of the elevator, and looked at the scene in front of him, a little flattered: "Wow, such a big scene, it's amazing."

George took a deep breath, his eyebrows twitched, staring at the individual missile in Locke's hand, and said loudly: "Wushuang, you are surrounded."

Locke tilted his head: "I don't think so."

"what?"

Locke switched the individual missile to his left hand, then shook his right hand, and a pistol appeared in his hand. The pistol was not aimed at anyone, but aimed at the bullet in his left hand.

"To be precise..."

Locke looked at George with a smile on his face: "Officer Stacey, it should be said that you are surrounded by me."

Once the missile produced by Stark in his hand explodes, the building will be lost immediately.

hateful.

Damn Magneto, ran back to nurse the child, and hasn't come back yet, otherwise, Locke could have learned the assassin's ultimate skill "Leap of Faith" from Magneto.

Locke turned on the safety of the pistol, and looked at the line of explosion-proof shields, submachine guns, and sniper rifles lined up in front of him with a smile: "In 5 minutes, I will see an Audi R8 parked. At the door, otherwise, everyone would have died together."

George and everyone were dumbfounded.

Walter the Fuck?
George sneered directly: "This is not..."

"boom!"

Locke hit the missile directly with a single shot, and the fire suddenly appeared.

Everyone present was stunned.

"One time is good luck."

Locke also snorted, and then looked again at George and the other police officers present: "I won't kill innocent people, but I can commit suicide, do you want me to shoot two more shots? Try it, will you agree?" Will be buried with me."

Director Colin of the FBI's legs were limp, and he was sweating profusely. Just now, he almost thought he was really going to see God: "George..."

Ms. Hand next to her also gasped, looking at Locke as if she were looking at a lunatic.

A lunatic who doesn't care about his own life.

Ms. Hand also said in a low voice: "George, there are no hostage casualties. Washington is also paying attention to this side. There are still many hostages upstairs."

George was expressionless, staring at Locke.

Locke smiled.

Pull the trigger.

"Wait a moment!"

"boom!"

Locke flicked the gun, and the bullet hit the ground with the missile in an instant. He looked at George with a bright smile: "Officer Stacey, how is Officer Jeff Martin, okay?"

George's brows fluttered, and he yelled at the people behind, looking for an Audi R8 to come over, and then stared at Locke with a heaving chest: "I will catch you, Wushuang, I swear."

Locke nodded: "Very well, I also enjoy this feeling. By the way, I heard that your daughter fell in love with the boy who was identified as my accomplice by the Department of Homeland Security?"

Hand next to him frowned.

Locke smiled and said, "Well, I admit, he is my accomplice, maybe you can use him to lure me out, hahaha."

George clenched his fists: "Madman!"

Locke closed his voice: "You are an idealist, George, and so am I, but you believe in the law, and what I see are those scumbags that the law cannot punish. I just did what I should do, as a Humans should be able to do things."

"You have no right to judge others."

"I agree."

While waiting for the car, Locke didn't mind chatting with George more: "Look, I never said that you shouldn't arrest me, and I don't think I'm a judge or vigilante or something. You can Come get me, I'm not going to stop you, after all, it's your job and I support your job, George."

George was expressionless.

Locke smiled, looked at the R8 parked there, looked directly at George, and the other police officers present: "Let me tell you in advance, this missile is also connected to my heartbeat. If I hang up Yes, this missile will explode, by the way, there is also one on the ceiling of the 28th floor, I will go first, good night, Officer Stacey."

Done.

Locke walked away.

Crash.

A passage leading directly from the elevator to the gate was thus opened by the police officers.

"Sir!"

"I have better eyesight, can shoot, repeat, can shoot."

A sniper squatting on the opposite building stared at Locke in his scope, asking for the command to shoot.

but……

George directly ordered the shooting to be called off.

soon.

Locke came down to the side of the road surrounded by a group of people behind him, opened the back seat, threw the missile into the back seat casually, then tidied up his suit, and walked towards the three law enforcement representatives at the entrance of the building. , raised his chin slightly: "Goodbye, everyone, you can try chasing me."

Done.

Locke got into the car, ignited it, and with a buzzing sound, the Audi R8 shot out like a flying arrow.

boom!
Locke put his right hand on the handbrake, and on the back seat, the missile gradually merged and began to form a perfect golden bracelet on Locke's right arm like wriggling gold liquid.

Yes.

The missile was conjured with the unparalleled artifact. If Locke wanted the missile to explode, one bullet would be enough, but if Locke didn't want to, then it would be impossible to explode with a real missile.

"Sir."

"How about it."

"no!"

The anti-explosion team ran up to George, shook his head, and said, "We searched the entire 28th floor, but we didn't find any traces of missiles, nor did we detect any explosive substances."

Colin frowned next to him and said, "Have we been tricked?"

George turned his head and glanced at Colin: "You guys prepared the car, tell me, did you send someone to follow it?"

Colin said: "Of course we sent people to follow."

"where?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)