Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 199 Locke's Name in Chicago
Hank Boyett.

The 21st branch of the Chicago Police Department is the detective of the gang crime investigation team. He is an upright man with rich experience in crime and case detection.

Erin Lindsay

Adopted daughter of Hank Boyett, also a member of Chicago's 21st Precinct, the Mob Bureau.

In a gun shop not far from the airport parking lot.

Hank and Erin are in the process of picking.

shotgun.

After all, the Federation does not prohibit guns. There is a gun shop in the airport parking lot. There is nothing unusual about it. You can buy guns at any airport in Texas, even after getting off the plane.

Here... it's still a bit too conservative.

"Hank."

After George walked in, he saw his old friend, showed a big smile, and then hugged each other, completing a meeting that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Locke said to Gwen curiously: "George and this Boyte..."

"classmate."

"old classmate."

"My father used to be a classmate of the Police Academy. The two often found time to chat. Once, my mother misunderstood that my father got up in the middle of the night talking on the phone because he was looking for a lover."

While Gwen was talking, she smiled and hugged Irene Lindsay after Helen hugged her: "Long time no see, Irene!"

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Irene, who had a beauty spot on her left cheek, smiled and hugged Gwen, then noticed Locke, seemed to think of something, and looked down at Gwen.

Gwen said generously: "Broughton, Rock Broughton, my boyfriend."

Irene suddenly realized, looked at Locke, stretched out her hand, and seemed to think of something: "Recently, the protagonist of the best-selling contraband in Chicago has long been famous."

Locke and Irene shook hands. Like all people who shoot, Irene's hand is also the hand that shoots.

but……

"Contraband?"

"Correct."

After Irene let go, she said with a smile: "Two weeks ago, we received news that a batch of contraband goods had arrived at the port of Chicago, and the goods were received by drug dealers from colleges and universities, so we prepared a surprise operation, which turned out to be successful. But when you open the box, it’s all your photo albums?”

Locke looked at the half-smile expression on Irene's face, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Gwen asked curiously beside him, "How did Locke's photobook become contraband?"

Irene smiled and said: "We only found out after the interrogation that the information provided by the informant was disclosed by the drug dealer himself, but the contraband is not a drug, but a contraband defined by the student management committees of several universities. The drug dealer Well, what money is there to earn, it is said that this photo book is worth two hundred dollars a copy."

Gwen opened her mouth wide.

Two hundred dollars?

They cost only sixty dollars.

George and Hank over there also noticed this side.

Hank touched his chin with a signature, glanced at Locke, and then, looking at his old friend, said in a low and hoarse voice: "This is your future son-in-law?"

George was still shocked by the two-hundred-dollar incident. Hearing Hank's words, he looked up at Hank and laughed, "Don't underestimate him. I called you here to cheer me on. Don't drop the chain."

Hank just smiled.

George was a little helpless.

shoot?

At the beginning, George was still full of sense of achievement, but after a few times, he found that Locke's marksmanship was the same as learning, and he improved rapidly. Locke went low.

So he switched to fishing, an activity that young people are not very patient with.

but……

That f*cking fish was just like a fool, obviously the bait was on the left and right, but they kept lining up to bite on Locke's bait, and as for his, they didn't even look at it.

this time?
For the dignity of the father-in-law, George directly called for a good hunter, and Hank came to sit in charge.

This time, the arrogance of this wild boar must be extinguished, and let him know that my father-in-law is still my father-in-law, you reckless son-in-law, you are always a stinky brother.

but……

George frowned and said, "What's the situation with this two hundred dollars, isn't it a hundred dollars?"

In order to see what was so special about the photo book that would have given the wild boar [-] dividends within two months, George quietly bought a copy.

but……

Due to channel and confidentiality reasons, he could only get a copy from the Erdao dealer for $[-], but he called George over a dozen exquisite photos, and what the hell was the photo of this wild boar, which really captured the attention of the public. George felt distressed for a long time.

the most important.

George looked back and forth repeatedly, but still couldn't figure out how these dozen or so pictures, which were so special, could be sold for $[-], let alone $[-].

Or is it that money is no longer money?
Hank looked at George with a strange expression: "Isn't your price in New York City sixty dollars? Why did you spend one hundred?"

George was slightly taken aback: "What, sixty?"

He didn't ask Gwen about these things at home. After all, if he did, it would mean that he seemed to be too concerned about Locke, which would create an illusion.

After Hanke said something, he smiled and said: "High school students, the more prohibited things, the more they try, especially several major colleges and universities in Chicago have jointly included this photobook as a prohibited item. Recently, drugs Dealers, it’s time for the fuck to buy this, although it’s not as profitable as medicine, but the risk is lower.”

Even if this thing was caught, the school banned it, the law didn't, and it didn't even count as smuggling. That time, Hank was so angry that he beat up the informant.

George's teeth were aching.

Gwen also took a deep breath, and when he heard the price of Locke's photo album in Chicago, he suddenly realized: "Let me just say, last time Cindy told me that during this period of time, Chicago has nothing to do with it." The same goods, the machines in the factory are almost smoking, and Cindy feels that it is time to go to Wall Street to ring the bell and go public.”

Locke twitched.

He knew that he was a little bit handsome, and he often talked about being handsome as a meal, but he always said that he didn't realize it.

at the moment?

I don’t know if this doesn’t materialize, but once it materializes, I’m startled.

In other words, am I too hasty in authorizing my portrait to Cindy?

and also……

Locke's expression was a little strange: "I remember that the colleges in Chicago seem to have a relatively large proportion of black... African Americans?"

"Otherwise, how could your book be banned?"

"..."

Irene laughed, shook her head and said, "A high school student is very rebellious. I heard that the most popular place for your photo album is the female African-American side."

Locke gasped.

Good guy.

What is this called?
Are you mean?
Gwen couldn't believe it, so she thought about it and looked at Locke: "Maybe you have clarified that you are not a racist."

I didn't, I did, don't talk nonsense.

Locke glanced at Gwen and thought to himself, he is an unwavering member of the Lone Star State, and there is no such thing as species discrimination or clarification.

Helen was at the side, looking at the time on the watch, and then, looking at the two groups of people who were chatting directly in the gun shop, she clapped her hands and attracted the attention of the two groups: "Hey, guys , Time, do you still want to buy equipment, if you don’t buy it, hurry up and leave.”

The few people stopped chatting and started to browse the gun shop like a supermarket.

Locke's eyes lit up and saw a gun.

Black.

It is equipped with an eight-fold mirror.

"this?"

Locke turned to Gwen next to him, pointed to the Remington 700 hanging on the wall, and said, "This is good."

Gwen turned her head and looked at George, Hank, and Irene who were gathered at the shotgun counter: "Don't you choose a shotgun?"

Hunting.

The first one is of course the shotgun. After all, it is convenient to replace the ammunition. The ammunition is fired in a fan shape, and the killing area has a natural advantage. If you use a rifle and fight for a long time, the rough-skinned and thick-skinned prey may scream and flee. , In that case, it would be too cruel for the prey.

Locke smiled and said, "My marksmanship is still good."

There was only one target he shot at.

head!
And the accuracy has never been better.

The most important thing.

Locke took a fancy to this Remington 700 promotion plan, buy a Remington 700, limited-time promotion, give a Glock self-defense pistol as a gift.

Buy one get one free, very good deal.

"It was decided that it was him."

Locke thought so, smiled at the clerk, pointed to the Remington 700: "I want this."

This gun retails for $[-] after all.

but……

For Locke, it was a small amount of money. He took out his own gun license, added money, and bought a hunting license for recommended prey by the way.

Two, one big and one small, the beautifully packaged boxes were sent to Locke.

After all, even if it is a pistol, it is still a commodity. It is a commodity, and it may come with a box. As long as the box is not lost, the store manager said that if you leave, you can come to him to return it at half price.

Ok.

Is a man who will make money.

George, Hank, and Irene over there looked at it for a long time, murmured for a while, and then looked at each other: "Forget it, let's go to the local police station to borrow two."

If Locke hadn't spent two thousand dollars just now, Locke felt that the owner of this store would have pulled out the Remington 870 under him and shot the two of them.

If you don't buy anything, what are you doing with a lot of equipment, you and I?
Neuropathy?

If it weren't for the last three people still buying a hunting license, this kind of thing might really happen.

Out of the gun shop.

George looked at Hank: "So, you don't buy a gun, you come to the gun shop?"

Hank looked at George: "I'm waiting for you. I thought you wanted to buy it. Besides, I don't go to the gun store. Why don't I go to the flower shop next door to buy flowers? I'll send flowers to Helen. What if you don't have a weapon? ?”

George: "..."

(End of this chapter)