Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 185 Message from George

Yes.

Locke was quite pleased that there were no blacks among George's friends.

However, even if there were, Locke wouldn't care. After all, what kind of friends George made was his business, not Locke's.

Locke is in love with Gwen, not George.

George didn't, which was a plus at best.

Ok.

The kind of extra points that double the bride price.

But right now?

It must be a mistake.

Locke looked at George who got up from the sofa, and thought in his heart, because if George is a white left, then Locke will consider whether he should try not to come here in the future.

After all, Baizuo is a kind of plague, contagious.

after awhile.

There was an extra glass of whiskey in George's hand: "Here."

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked at the whiskey that George handed over, got up, took it, and then looked at George curiously: "Is this considered fishing law enforcement?"

"Okay, but will you not drink?"

"will not."

Hearing Locke's sincere answer, George was silent for a while, sat down, and stroked his tie: "The original intention of this law is to reduce car accidents caused by drinking, and, for you, I'm afraid it's better than that." You need to get acquainted with your own apartment."

At least, he doesn't know the combination of Locke's safe, but Locke knows his.

Shet, the wild boar's apartment, the decoration and furnishings of the kitchen are probably brand new.

"Drink less."

"I will."

Locke smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand, clinked glasses with George, and looked at the bottle of whiskey on the table with two thirds left.

well.

You are gone.

George took a sip of the wine in his glass: "Are Nina Bell's parents named Manolo and Jones?"

Locke nodded: "Yes, do you really know each other?"

George smiled and took a sip of the wine in his glass: "The Bell family, old acquaintances, do you know how the Bell family, who were refugees at the time, settled down in New York City?"

"A story?"

"Ah."

George nodded and looked at Locke: "We paid for it!"

Locke: "..."

Good guy.

Locke almost thought it was George Baizuo who had hammered it.

To be precise, it should be paid by the New York Police Department.

At the time when George just became a police officer, the air in New York was sweet. Little blacks, when you see them, you need to obediently raise your hands and don’t show your teeth. You dare not even say a witty word, and the community even more so. It is pure and white, without any filth.

but……

Baizuo was quietly raised at that time, as if a congressman in Washington found that she could rely on the little blacks to win votes for her.

Simply put.

As the refugee smugglers at the time, the Bell family marched with a group of people, trying to win their civil rights. Then, Nina Bell's brother died accidentally during the riot.

Originally, Bell's family was refugees, and they were smuggled immigrants. They didn't have any identity. If they die, they die. There are countless people with identity who die in New York City every day, and there is no shortage of him.

but……

George shook his head: "A politician in Washington directly changed their identities through some means. In addition, the judge at the time was from the Democratic Party and was relatively kind. In short, the environment was not very good at that time. , the New York Police Department had to choose to settle out of court and gave the Bell family a sum of money."

But it seems that since then, the Bell family has tasted the sweetness.

Let's say that.

In the past few years, whenever there are signs of zero-yuan purchases in New York City, there must be the shadow of the Bell family behind them.

Locke raised his eyebrows: "That's it, is it still here?"

This kind of garbage, don't burn it, keep it for the New Year?
His consistent advantage is that he knows how to empathize.

If there is such a little black, shining brightly, running to his face to output, let alone the New Year, if he can let that little black pass tonight, it will be regarded as Locke's failure.

George shook his head: "It's not that simple."

The New York Police Department would definitely not let them keep them for the Chinese New Year. After that, they troubled the Bell family from all directions.

But with little success.

No matter what trouble you are looking for, Bell's backhand is a discrimination lawsuit going to court, what is illegal parking, discrimination, what is not turning on the turn signal, discrimination.

Anyway...

George looked at Locke: "The Bell family is a piece of shit, you understand what I mean."

Locke nodded.

obviously.

George was telling him from the side, beware of this Nina Bell playing the discrimination card. After all, from a certain point of view, this Bell family is already the vanguard of rights fighters in the eyes of New York blacks.

and.

Locke's apartment is called the Star Building, and the thorn in the flesh of the blacks in New York is coming.

Locke smiled.

"George, do you know why you lost?"

"Ok?"

"Because you're the NYPD and I'm not."

Locke nodded after listening to George's warning, then looked at George, smiled and said, "I have a team of lawyers. If anyone slanders my reputation, my team of lawyers will seek justice for me."

Nina Bell better not play the discrimination card.

otherwise……

Locke has 190 ways to end Bell's family.

There is a congressman from Washington backing him?

Ah.

Locke has money, and if he wants, he can buy himself five MPs who speak for him.

Looking at the smile on Locke's face, George didn't say anything. He had already said what he could say, and finished his glass of wine: "The guest room in our house is almost becoming your bedroom."

talking.

George got up, and then, looking at the empty bottle of whiskey on the table, his eyebrows twitched.

Locke smiled beside him: "Thank you, it's delicious, is there any more?"

George: "..."

the next day.

After Locke and Gwen had breakfast at home, they first sent 11-year-old George and six-year-old Mark to school with the help of Helen, and then turned around and headed towards Midtown High School.

"At noon, we're going to the printing factory to see the effect of the poster."

"it is good."

"There is also the badge of the campaign. When school is over, let's take a look at it."

"Ah."

"By the way, is your speech finished?"

"..."

Gwen, sitting in the co-pilot, turned into a serious campaign manager, confirming the matters related to the start of the campaign in a few days. While talking about things, seeing that there was no response from Locke, he looked up at Locke.

Gwen looked at Locke's expression looking sideways at her, and was slightly taken aback: "What's wrong?"

Locke shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just a feeling that you seem to be a little different."

"what?"

"Yesterday you said you wanted me to be ready, but today, it seems that you are very relaxed."

"Because I have faith in you."

"..."

You were not like this before last night.

Locke thought so.

Gwen showed a bright smile, and said: "I am your girlfriend, all I need to do is to believe in you, didn't you say the same on the stage yesterday?"

"……All right."

Locke feels that this answer is not the correct answer, but, anyway, as long as the result is good.

Turn off the fire.

get off.

Gwen got off the co-pilot and pulled her backpack: "You haven't said how the speech is, do you want me to read it for you?"

"Need not."

Locke looked at Gwen: "Because, I haven't written it yet."

He did not write it.

Because, he doesn't know what to write?
Again.

The students of Midtown High School don't want to hear so much nonsense, go up and say it directly, he won't give up the sports party just because he is an intellectual party, he will treat everyone equally.

Then, add that he is so handsome.

What kind of speech is needed, and Locke doesn't have so much free time to tinker with things.

Gwen was taken aback for a moment. When she was about to be speechless, she seemed to think of something and smiled slightly: "If you didn't write it, you didn't write it. I believe you."

Locke was shocked!

You are not my Gwen, my Gwen is not like this.

No confidence of any kind comes out of thin air.

Locke's self-confidence comes from his player identity and cheating. Therefore, whether facing the Snake Shield or the Aegis, even when the Poseidon capsized at that time, Locke still did not have the slightest panic or fear.

And Gwen's self-confidence comes from the fact that Gwen has an orderly plan for everything, ensuring that any preparations are correct, which comes from the self-confidence of being fully prepared.

As for the speech, he didn't even write it. There is no doubt that this is definitely not in line with Gwen's self-confidence rules.

and so……

What exactly happened?

Locke looked at Gwen thoughtfully, the memory palace, the memory of returning to Gwen's apartment yesterday was unfolded, and then Locke looked at Gwen suspiciously: "Did Helen say anything to you?"

Gwen shook her head: "No, I just figured it out myself."

"what?"

"So far, Locke, your self-confidence has not been proven to be blind self-confidence."

Gwen hugged her backpack, flicked her ponytail, looked at Locke with a look of confidence in you and said, "So, I will believe in you until your honey confidence has not experienced failure, let alone , It’s just a campus election, if you fail, you fail, at worst, come back next year.”

Locke was surprised!

Then, Locke laughed: "I won't lose."

Losing means that his golden body of undefeated luck has been broken.

This kind of thing, Locke will never let him happen, if necessary, he will take all unconventional means to prevent this from happening.

Gwen nodded: "I know, I have confidence in you, the future President Broughton."

Locke: "..."

This feels like Chiguoguo's flag-planting again.

The knowledge competition that just ended yesterday was also full of flags. In fact, if Locke hadn't cheated, hehe, in fact, the winner should be the Avengers from Brooklyn College.

this time?
Locke felt, as if, he was about to hang up again.

……

(End of this chapter)