Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 248 The World of Adults

"Mr. Peerless!"

At the gate of the Jin family's manor somewhere in New Jersey, Taylor King, who had been guarding the gate, looked at Locke who got out of the black car and removed the black cloth covering his eyes, and hurried over: "Sorry, this is what my father ordered. rules."

Locke and Taylor King shook hands: "Your territory, your rules."

Locke didn't mind coming over masked.

His primary purpose of coming this time was to ask for money. The money he sold from the Voodoo Encyclopedia arrived as promised. He was easy to talk to, but if the Jin family planned to play some tricks, that would be another matter.

"This way please, Mr. Wushuang."

"Ah."

Locke tidied up his sleeves, nodded with Taylor King who was leading the way, followed Taylor King, and walked into the manor, which looked inconspicuous from the outside.

Walking along the stairs, I walked to the auction venue located on the ground floor of the manor, which was much more splendidly decorated than the one above the ground. Looking at it, it seemed that most of the guests who came to participate in this auction had already arrived.

Of course.

They all wore masks, as if they were attending a masquerade ball, but again, if masks were useful, then what was the point of Langley inventing the human skin mask?

Locke saw a few familiar people.

For example, the boss of a large enterprise in the Federation.

For example, a certain killer company in the Federation.

For example, there is a rumor that a big contractor who contracted the CIA's overseas operations.

It has to be said that the Jin family has a very wide network of contacts. Basically, every generation comes and goes, and from a certain point of view, the customers he plans to sell or buy will become the relationship of the Jin family. Although, Jin The family promises not to leave any customer record information.

But, everyone is out to mess around, just listen to this sentence.

Locke has no doubt that his name is also on the Jin family's account books. For example, the information that the Peerless Assassin entrusted Taylor King to sell the voodoo collection is also there.

Locke is better than others.

At the very least, the Jin family, like most people, only knew that the Peerless Assassin was called the Peerless Assassin, without any other redundant information elements.

after awhile.

Rosa came too.

Wearing a long purple dress, holding a small bag in her hand, she walked down from the entrance in a stunning manner with a mask engraved with crystals, as if attending a dinner party.

As soon as Rosa appeared on the stage, she attracted the attention of many guests.

Locke turned his head and took a look, and took a glass of bourbon from the tray of the attendant who walked past.

Rosa came over: "Hi!"

Locke glanced at Rosa: "This doesn't fit your character."

"How to say?"

"I am Wushuang."

He is the one who likes to open Wushuang, the League of Assassins, they all open the stealth mode.

Locke stared at a portrait of Van Gogh hanging on the wall, did not look at Rosa next to him, and sipped his glass of wine: "However, it is a stunning appearance. It is very eye-catching."

Rosa thanked her, took a glass of champagne from the waiter's tray, and took a sip: "Have you caught your eye?"

The corner of Locke's mouth raised: "Want to see what I look like under my sunglasses?"

"Many people are curious about what you look like under sunglasses."

"Then let them continue to be curious."

Locke drank the bourbon in the cup, and said in a calm tone, "There are only two kinds of people who see me, one is a dead person, and the other is something that will never speak human words. Which do you want to do?"

Rosa shrugged: "I choose to be myself."

Locke nodded and looked at Rosa: "Smart choice."

talking.

Locke looked up at the underground hall, the left passage where the bonfire was burning, and squinted his eyes: "It's amazing, I didn't know that the Jin family still has vampire guests."

He had unlocked the breath of a vampire when he went hunting with George, and he also had the identity of an emperor-level vampire.

and so……

It was impossible for him to admit the smell of a vampire.

Rosa's eyes lit up when she heard Locke's words: "Vampires? We met two in Queens, New York City a few days ago. Before coming to the Commonwealth, I thought these vampires settled in Europe."

Locke smiled and looked at Rosa: "Then you should go to Texas to see."

The Lone Star State has a large land area and few people. Therefore, correspondingly, there are more non-human species. If we say that Texas is likened to the bottom of a well, then sitting in a well and looking at the sky is not a derogatory term, but a commendatory term.

When you are in Texas and see Texas clearly, you can see the whole world clearly.

Rosa listened to Locke's words and nodded seriously: "Maybe when Lynch's daughter and son come over, we will go to Texas for vacation."

Locke said: "Remember to go to the Lone Star Bar. If you are lucky, you can see the Lord of Hell singing on it."

But, that's all noise pollution.

If it weren't for the Lord of Hell being able to fight, and if he was particularly cautious, he would probably have been beaten to death directly in the bar.

Locke didn't care about the fact that there was only a vampire guest here.

The visitor is the guest.

He is also a comer, and he will not come out doing something that takes away the host's role.

after awhile.

Rosa, who went around for a while, found Locke who had changed to another oil painting. Looking at the oil painting that Locke was looking at, she said, "What's the name of this painting?"

"Battle of Glenwald!"

Locke said in a light tone: "The works of the Polish painter Matejko, who is best at portraits and historical paintings, belong to the neglected famous painters."

"...do you know how to draw?"

"don't know."

Locke laughed, and looked away from the oil painting: "I once thought about buying some value-preserving things, and oil paintings are one of them."

But after thinking about it later, Locke just gave up.

Without him.

Now, all the expensive oil paintings on the market have their own owners, and he didn't bother to buy those lost oil paintings at a premium to let them be born.

The most important point is that oil paintings are not easy to cash out, and they may attract the attention of the Art Crime Investigation Section of the FBI.

It's not as convenient as directly letting the Continental Hotel launder money.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

at this time.

On the auction stage that had been set up in the hall, a pale old man came there under the escort of Taylor King and his younger brother Francis King, and then lightly tapped the champagne in his hand.

Rosa raised her eyebrows and let out a sigh: "Er King's health is good?"

Locke remained silent.

Rosa whispered: "A few days ago, Earl King's body still needed a wheelchair. I checked the information, and Earl King is already terminally ill, but now?"

Locke said: "Maybe a good doctor has been found."

Rosa shook her head.

Locke looked at Earl King who was making the opening remarks over there, with the corners of his mouth raised, and said in a low voice: "To be alive, of course, you will suffer from all kinds of diseases, but if you die, for example, you will become a vampire."

Paused.

Locke looked at Rosa: "Maybe, it's time for you to prepare a silver bullet."

Rosa was slightly taken aback.

After Locke finished speaking, he stopped talking. Instead, he looked at Earl King who didn't even have a heartbeat with great interest, and was very curious who gave Earl King the first embrace. .

The most important thing is, how did this vampire manage to do it?

These days, don't vampires accept people based on quality?
What did the old pumpkin say when it came?

and many more.

I'm not a vampire, I'm a vampire, an emperor-level vampire.

Oh.

That's fine.

Locke laughed inwardly, then smiled.

On the stage, Earl King finished his toast, and after shouting a toast, everyone participating in the auction this time also shouted a toast, and took a sip of the wine in their glasses.

Followed by.

It's time for the auction.

Taylor King over there walked down from the stage with a smile on his face, nodded with Rosa next to Locke, and watched his brother's guest leave before saying to Locke: "Mr. Wushuang, I'm sorry, The first five items were all found by my younger brother."

Locke smiled: "I never care if I missed the scenery on the way, as long as the final result is what I want, that's fine."

Taylor King smiled and snapped his fingers. The attendant came over. Taylor King brought out two champagne and handed one to Locke. He smiled and said, "Mr. Wushuang, I wish you all the best, cheers."

Locke was very gentlemanly, clinked glasses, and then drank the champagne in the glasses.

Taylor Jin also made the decision to be a landlord, took away the empty champagne in Locke's hand, and then smiled at Locke: "I'll excuse you, Mr. Wushuang."

Locke nodded, watching Taylor King walk towards the next customer he found, and followed suit.

really.

The world of adults is full of difficulties.

but……

Why do you want to die?
Thinking so in Locke's mind, he stared at the attendant who took away his champagne from the corner of his eye. After turning around, with a skillful movement, the empty champagne belonging to him disappeared inexplicably.

Good guy.

sure.

You should do magic tricks.

Locke narrowed his eyes.

It's just that I can't figure it out, why, well, why did Earl King start to kill himself inexplicably?
Is his knife bad?
still is……

Someone gave the price, great?
who?

Locke thought so.

at this time.

On the auction platform, Taylor King's younger brother Francis King excitedly announced the next item to be auctioned.

The whereabouts of the forbidden fruit.

Francis King's eyes fell on Rosa who was wearing a mask, and then another tall, tall Western European woman with nine heads and beautiful legs who was wearing a mask: "This news , the Jin family guarantees their reputation, 100% authentic, and the starting price is 500 million US dollars."

The words fall.

The Western European woman had already raised her placard directly: "600 million!"

Rosa raised her placard without changing her face: "700 million!"

……

(End of this chapter)