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Chapter 202 Gwen: Dad, you are so cruel (Sixth update, please order!!)

A bang shot.

When Locke brought Gwen to their hunting range for the last time, George over there was already laughing, stepped forward a few steps quickly, and pulled a beaten one that didn't even have a head The hare turned towards Hank and said, "Haha, a good start."

talking.

Intentionally or not, George looked at Locke who had turned off the engine and got off the motorcycle.

Look!
This time, I will definitely not be in the air force.

Locke smiled: "Excellent, Mr. Stacey."

My name is George at home, and Mr. outside.

Locke has always been very polite.

Gwen took off the helmet, stroked her hair, and looked at the bloody hare in George's hand: "Dad, what a pitiful rabbit, we are here to hunt wild boars, and, you must It's a sneak attack on the poor hare, and I don't think it's good."

George opened his mouth.

Hank looks down, trying to laugh.

Erin pressed her bullets into the pistol, as if she was distracting herself.

"Good job!"

Locke thought to himself, then smiled at George and said, "Mr. Stacey, I think you did a great job, um."

George looked at Locke and fell silent.

next second.

With a snap.

George threw the bloody hare in his hand on the ground, clicked it, loaded the Remington 870 again, and turned around: "Where's the wild boar?"

He's going to kill every boar he sees!
Hank looked at George's murderous back, and couldn't help laughing. This is the stage every old father with a daughter must go through.

Fortunately.

Mine is son.

Although the son doesn't learn a lot, and even has some drug addiction problems, but that is also a boy's paper, and the boys' papers can be killed at most, unlike a daughter. After finding a boyfriend, it belongs to the boyfriend's family.

wrong.

Hank glanced at Erin, the adopted daughter, also his daughter's.

Erin looked up, looked at Hank with a confused expression, and then cast a questioning look: "Aren't we going to fight?"

Hank regained his senses and followed George's footsteps.

"Let's go!"

Locke directly lifted the backpack on the car, grabbed the Remington 770 with one hand, and then grabbed Gwen with the other, and followed the three people walking in front.

George and Hank lead the way.

Erin followed.

Locke and Gwen followed behind.

This occasion does not require Locke to open the way. Although Locke could know that there was a wild boar breathing in the deep pit about 100 meters to the left, he did not remind him.

It was his first time hunting, and it wasn't bad to show off, but rather, it didn't conform to the scientific setting.

Moreover.

It has always been Locke's purpose to be low-key.

but……

When choosing to continue up the mountain or move forward, Locke, Gwen, and George parted ways.

After all, being low-key doesn't mean pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Locke has never liked pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. Locke has another sentence behind his purpose of being low-key.

Do things high-profile!

It is the purpose of Locke's behavior to be low-key and high-key.

He has a Remington 770 in his hand, a sniper rifle, not a shotgun, followed by two shotguns and a close-range wild boar with a Desert Eagle?
It is estimated that as soon as he took aim, the three of them could shoot in full swing.

Especially George, this excellent shooter from the New York Police Department, that guy, even with a shotgun, can probably shoot every second.

but……

Hank looked up, looked at Locke and Gwen, who were on their right side, who were about to mount their guns on the small platform, and said to George next to him with some uneasiness: "You future girl..."

With a swish, George looked at his old friend.

Hank was taken aback for a moment, and changed his words: "How about Locke's marksmanship?"

At that time, the wild boar was not hit, but something else was hit.

"Do not worry."

George said directly: "His marksmanship, I guess, is similar to that of you and me. If he hadn't shown his sniper marksmanship last time, would I have let him hold a sniper rifle?"

Or put guns on their heads.

What if this guy can't think about it and wants to change Gwen to a better old man?
and many more!

George froze suddenly.

It seems, it seems, this time, Gwen seems to have come to the right place to go into the mountain. What if Gwen doesn't come in, leaving the wild boar alone with a gun on it?
George shook his head quickly.

No, that wild boar, I have to admit, is quite handsome and polite, and he is polite, not like the unparalleled assassin, who is ferocious, has no human form, and is simply an outlaw lunatic.

hateful.

Sooner or later I will bring you to justice.

In the past few months, the Peerless Assassin seemed to have disappeared even more, which really made George feel uncomfortable, as if he had lost his target, sitting in the office every day, looking over and over again at the few materials of the Peerless Assassin.

at this time.

"呲呲..."

George and Hank and Erin's intercoms rang.

It's Gwen's.

Gwen held the walkie-talkie in one hand and the binoculars in the other: "Dad, at your ten o'clock direction, about 300 meters away, there is a wild boar digging the soil over there."

George returned to his senses with a smile.

Sure enough, the daughter still loves her father. If only Locke came here alone, the wild boar would probably shoot without saying anything.

but……

Gwen said in the next second: "Dad, don't move, let Locke shoot."

George: "..."

Gwen took out her earphones, put them on for herself, and then looked at Locke: "Come on, Locke!"

Even Locke, who was some distance away from George, could feel at this moment, the sharp eyes shot out from George's eyes, which were enough to shoot him into a hornet's nest.

but.

Locke looked at Gwen, who looked expectantly and hoped that he would show off his power and get off to a good start, and shrugged.

gun.

aim.

"Oh!"

"Boom!"

"boom!"

Locke moved his shoulder slightly and pressed the gun steadily. The moment he pulled the trigger, a ball of flame instantly appeared at the muzzle of the gun, and then swept across the space at an extremely fast speed, directly blasting at the wild boar who was digging the ground with its head down. head on.

The wild boar seemed to have noticed something.

look up.

next second.

A Winchester bullet slammed into the wild boar's right head as if wearing tofu, then came out from the left head, and finally hit the ground.

The wild boar, of course, fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ah, that's great!"

Gwen looked at the wild boar that fell to the ground in response to the gunshots in the binoculars, said excitedly, and then grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Dad, it's down, Dad, it's down."

Hank and Erin looked at each other.

George was silent for a while: "Your father, you haven't fallen yet."

Gwen was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled embarrassedly: "Dad, I mean that wild boar fell down, and Locke hit it."

after awhile.

The three of George walked up to the poor wild boar.

Hank squatted down, looked at the muzzle of the gun, and looked at George next to him: "Is this what you mean by superb marksmanship?"

None of the wild boar's heads were seriously damaged.

Even the bullet head embedded in the soil is relatively intact.

Go fast.

This is no longer a question of whether the marksmanship is superb or not.

This is a sharpshooter.

A natural sniper.

Hank looked at George curiously: "The reason why you haven't let him disappear until now is not because you want to drag him into your special service team of the New York Police Department."

The reason why I didn't let him disappear was because Helen didn't let him.

George answered Hank's question in his mind, and then he looked at Hank: "A few days ago, Yale called my family and asked if Gwen intends to study at Yale."

Hank frowned: "Are you trying to say that your daughter can go to Yale?"

George shook his head: "No, I mean, with Locke's grades, as long as he wants to, he can go to Yale."

Hank realized.

then……

Sour!

"You're so fucking lucky."

"good luck?"

The corner of George's mouth twitched. He hoped that Locke would be uneducated and even addicted to drugs. At least, if that was the case, Helen would just drive him away.

but……

This wild boar is so fucking polite. Although it seems to be addicted to alcohol, alcohol addiction is better than drug addiction. Besides, drinking can cost a few dollars.

wrong.

With that guy's financial resources, at present, it seems that even if he is addicted to drugs, his financial resources can support him for a long time.

And money.

And polite.

Her academic performance is good, and she probably can go to school and graduate together with Gwen.

This is so fucked up.

In fact, George felt that if it was true what the Department of Homeland Security said, even if Locke had a slight connection with the unparalleled assassin, George would not let him get close to Gwen.

But this is obviously not true, it is purely imaginary.

George got up, located the coordinates of the wild boar, then turned around, took off the walkie-talkie, turned it on, and said in a flat tone, "Nice job."

Gwen showed a bright smile and looked at Locke: "You are awesome."

Locke also smiled.

see it.

Gwen was very happy for him.

That being the case...

Locke got up, unloaded the magazine, put away the support frame, and pointed to the front: "Let's go, let's go over there."

There seems to be a lot of wild boar over there.

It should be a small flat, gathering area.

"Be careful."

"it is good."

Locke helped Gwen walk up, and below, there were three people, George, Hank, and Irene.

Stopping and stopping, helping to set up guns to protect Locke and Gwen, who encountered a few single wild boars hunted and killed, set up guns on the same platform again.

Raid a big circle, that is in a small lake, the river over there, and then soak in the mud bath to their heart's content, a total of seven or eight wild boar families of different sizes appeared in sight.

A gust of wind blew past, bringing the breath over there.

Locke, who had just laid down and lay down, raised his eyebrows.

……

(End of this chapter)