Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 227 Mr. Falling

Locke gets out of the car.

Surprised!
Miller Shelton, who was suddenly called by his name over there, followed his gaze and looked at Locke who was walking across the road, with a slightly taken aback expression.

Who is this?
However, just as Miller Sheldon was about to ask questions, Locke had already walked over: "Ms. Sheldon, your explanation of the history of the Arawak tribe yesterday was very interesting."

Miller Shelton is in the museum, and occasionally plays a guest role as a commentator on Indian history. Although it is not often, she went because the wife of the professional commentator gave birth yesterday.

Locke hacked the museum's surveillance and looked at yesterday's. Miller Shelton was more interactive and liked to answer questions.

Just right.

Locke is a bit of a lip-reading skill.

"I asked you the Arawak question about that meal yesterday."

"..."

Miller Sheldon remembered, immediately stretched out his hand, and shook hands with Locke: "By the way, I remember this question, but there were too many people at that time, I didn't see it, your name is..."

"Broughton, Rock Broughton!"

"Hello, Mr. Broughton."

"Hello."

Locke shook hands with Miller Shelton, then pointed to his Audi R8: "Mrs. Shelton, do you need me to take you back?"

Miller shook his head, turned away.

That Nick Rhys was gone.

Huh?
What about people?

Ms. Miller Shelton was slightly taken aback.

Locke smiled and said, "Ms. Sheldon?"

Miller returned to his senses and smiled, "Is it convenient?"

"Of course!"

Locke said with a smile that he came here for Miller Sheldon.

What a joke.

Some people are thinking about the encyclopedia of voodoo that he is about to auction. If this guy who just hooked up with the devil knows where the encyclopedia of voodoo is, who will pay for his 2000 million yuan?
not to mention……

Locke is not the Virgin, and the life and death of passers-by has nothing to do with him.

But Miller Shelton?

If something happened to Miller Sheldon because of his voodoo encyclopedia, Locke would not feel guilty, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.

how to say?

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me?

Besides, Miller Shelton is not the point, her husband Clyde Shelton is the point.

This Clyde Shelton is a CIA agent.

Just look at Kem's dad.

Although the CIA agents seem to be quite out of tune, when facing their family members, the combat effectiveness of these guys will always be inexplicably overwhelming.

As for the African American?
When he saw Locke getting off the car, he got up early, and then, after seeing Miller Sheldon get up, he turned around and left, as if he was unwilling to contact Locke.

after all……

Behind Locke stood a team of top Wall Street lawyers.

coward!
Thinking so in Locke's heart, it was a gentleman who helped Miller Shelton open the door and get in the car.

Miller Shelton's home is also on Manhattan Island.

In fact, it is not far from Fifth Avenue, but unlike Locke's apartment, it is a residence, in the community.

soon.

Miller Shelton looked at the door of the house that was close at hand, and the husband who was watering the door with his daughter. He couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, unbuckled his seat belt, and said to Locke in the driver's seat. Thanks.

Clyde Shelton over there, who looks exactly like a fallen uncle, was alerted almost when Locke's Audi R8 drove on this street, and waited until Miller Shelton opened the car door and walked out By this time, Clyde had already walked to the front of the car.

The attitude is very professional.

"Clyde."

"Mier."

Miller is Clyde's pet name for his wife Miller.

Locke looked at the two hugging and kissing directly in front of the car, raised his eyebrows, unfastened his seat belt, and got out of the car.

Clyde looked at Locke who got out of the car from the corner of his eye, and the vigilance in his eyes disappeared a bit.

Not big.

Not much of a threat.

Miller next to him made an introduction for Locke: "Broughton is the president of the student union of Midtown High School. He visited our museum yesterday. It just so happened that I was in Queens today, and Broughton dropped me off on the way."

Locke stretched out his hand with a smile: "Good afternoon, Mr. Sheldon."

"Broughton."

Clyde's expression was a little subtle, he shook hands with Locke, and said, "Rock Broughton, a very good name."

Speaking of...

Is there a female agent in the Bureau, also called Broughton?
what do you say that is?

Lo...

Lorraine Broughton?
The most legendary agent in the Bureau, the undercover KGB, and the legendary female agent of MI[-].

Locke also noticed the expression on Clyde's face, but it's normal for most men to have this expression when they see their wives come back with such a handsome little fresh meat.

He can understand.

Locke smiled slightly, let go of his hand, and then politely declined Clyde and Miller's idea of ​​inviting them to sit at home, expressing that he was leaving.

but.

When Locke got back into the car, he seemed to think of something. Looking at the family of three who were about to go home together, he said, "Mr. Broughton?"

Clyde Shelton turned and looked at Locke.

Locke glanced at Miller and their daughter out of the corner of his eye.

Miller understood, and said to his daughter: "Anqi, let's go home, Dad and brother want to talk."

Angie, who is five years old and well dressed, waved at Locke.

Locke also smiled and waved.

after awhile.

Locke looked at Clyde who was coming, touched his nose, and seemed to organize his words: "Mr. Sheldon, this morning, I saw Mrs. Sheldon talking to one of the district attorneys..."

Clyde said: "Call me Clyde, I know, the Assistant Attorney General of the District Attorney, said that there is something dying..."

Locke was slightly stunned: "Assistant Attorney General? No way."

Clyde looked up.

Locke looked a little surprised: "He also looked for me, and he tried to kidnap me morally, but I know him. After all, Nina Bell used to be from our Midtown High School. At that time, he seemed to be assigned by the district attorney For Nina Bell's trainee solicitor."

Clyde's eyes flickered.

nailed it.

Locke thought secretly, but hesitated: "However, I feel that that guy is a little weird, but I can't tell, so I think it is necessary to tell you about Clyde."

Clyde returned to his senses, looked at Locke with a sincere face and clear eyes, and showed a smile: "Thank you, Locke, thank you very much."

Locke and Clyde shook hands again: "You're welcome, Clyde, Mrs. Sheldon is one of my favorite narrators in the history museum, very lively and will interact with us fans, but thank you Mrs. Leighton doesn't usually give speeches."

Clyde laughed loudly: "I can give you her phone number. If you go again then, I think my wife will be happy to be a guest speaker."

Locke looked surprised: "Really, that's great, thank you, Mr. Shelton, if my girlfriend knows, she will be very happy."

Gwen did go to the History Museum.

Locke was there too.

Sometimes, a lie cannot be all a lie. It is a qualified lie if it is plausible and false, but Locke and Gwen have never met Miller to explain it, but Gwen has I mentioned that there is such a good guest commentator.

soon.

After Locke and Clyde exchanged phone calls, Locke drove away from the community here under the watchful eye of Clyde.

After Clyde disappeared in Locke's vehicle, the smile on his face gradually turned cold.

Do not misunderstand.

Not raised against Locke.

It's about what Locke just mentioned, that, when the trial was held, he was still a public interest lawyer appointed by the local prosecutor, but when he met her wife, he was the assistant attorney general of the local prosecutor.

Ordinary people may not be able to detect it, and maybe they just think that this person is lucky.

But Clyde?

He is Langley's actuary, and what he is best at is how to kill the target at the lowest cost. If you can spend five cents, you will never spend 20 dollars.

Although he has also retired from Langley, he used to belong to Langley, and all his skills were taught by Langley.

Nick Rhys?

Clyde waited until Locke's taillights disappeared into the street, turned around, tilted his head, then smiled at his wife and daughter standing at the door, and walked towards the utility room in the backyard.

After Locke left Clyde's community, he drove straight home.

He believed that with this reminder, not to mention running away with his wife and daughter, at worst, he could take his wife and daughter out of New York and relax for a few days.

It doesn't matter if the passer-by you don't know hangs up.

An acquaintance, who only relies on his professional skills to make a living, suddenly encounters an inexplicable and unreasonable disaster because of his own affairs. It can be avoided or avoided.

Locke thought so.

at this time.

The phone rings.

Gwen's.

Locke connected directly and connected to the car stereo.

After all, George is now in a daze. That night, in order to catch his own trouble, he didn't remind him that he can't drink and drive. Who knows if George will let the traffic policemen on the side of the road pay attention to him, in case he just caught him He was spotted by the traffic police when he made the phone call, and stopped him directly. Didn't he fall into George's trap?

Locke just said that he would find a way to make George draw with him.

He didn't say that he was going to lose to George.

The invincible golden body cannot be broken.

It won't work for anyone, it's still the same sentence, if it is broken, there will be endless troubles.

"Hey."

In the Osborne Biology Building, Connors' experimental team, Gwen in a white coat, looked at a small spider in the breeding room, and said, "Have you been to Queens?"

Locke laughed: "Are you spying on me with satellites?"

Gwen laughed and said: "No, it's Kem, but Kem sued me, saying that he took a picture of you getting into the car and driving away with a beautiful woman."

Locke: "..."

(End of this chapter)