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Chapter 25 Locke's car was stolen again (please recommend, please collect!)
What the hell?

Action tomorrow morning?
He does not mean that!
Hearing Gwen's words, Locke couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Running to court at this time?
If George wants to apply for a search warrant, he can do it during the day.

Not going during the day, but only going at night, it must be to cover up people's eyes and ears and maintain a certain degree of confidentiality, so I chose to go there at night.

Then the problem is coming.

Who, He De He Neng.

Locke definitely didn't deserve this kind of treatment. After all, he was just a handsome 16-year-old boy who was harmless to humans and animals.

Again.

It is impossible for Locke to find any prohibited items here.

Uh……

Alcohol is definitely out of the question.

It's so mysterious, it's definitely impossible to come here specifically to trouble him that he can't drink alcohol under the age of 21.

Again.

Even if he was caught, it would be troublesome to find a guardian. Unfortunately, Locke's guardian is Locke himself.

and so……

Then there is only one person or organization that is eligible to enjoy this treatment.

Textile mill!
...your mother!
Locke raised his eyebrows. If the New York Police Department passed by tomorrow, wouldn't it be a straight hit?

the most important is……

Good guy!
The cross snatched my head, and you need to sacrifice your life as compensation. George, you are so good, why can't you think about it and run out to snatch the head?

wrong.

Locke was taken aback.

George shouldn't be there to snatch the head, what the hell is he running over to give it away.

Locke was speechless.

Although yesterday, regardless of whether it was the butcher at the beginning, or the Firefox or the cross last night, in front of Locke, he was like a stinky brother, without any ability to fight back.

But don't think they are real dishes.

That's because Locke is on.

Krypton gold players can't even beat cheating players. A few poor players who don't have krypton gold can survive a few rendezvous in the hands of cheating players. Wasn't that time they were simply KO'd?
But is George, or rather, the NYPD a cheater?

surely not.

Even, if the fraternity is a so-called poor player, then the New York Police Department, in this game, is a full-fledged cloud player. I don’t even know the name of the game, so I just point out the world .

The fraternity is a bad brother to Locke.

same.

Once the NYPD hits a fraternity, then the NYPD will be the bad brother.

George is going to die!

Locke looked up, not knowing what to say.

However, Locke guessed a thing or two about why George wanted to search the fraternity.

The identity of Firefox must have finally been found out.

The three or four dead in a row were all related to the textile factory. Even when Firefox took Wesley out, George should have seen the picture of the fiery red sports car leaving the textile factory.

And now?

The Peerless Assassin cannot be chased, but the textile factory that is inextricably linked to the deceased is clearly there. The consecutive deceased are all good shooters, and they are all related to your textile factory. How dare you say that Is your textile factory clean?
Locke can almost predict that once George goes to the textile factory tomorrow morning, whether the textile factory will be caught without a fight, Locke doesn't know, but George is definitely going to play GG.

The most important thing is that although he doesn't love the New York Police Department, when he doesn't like to work, a third party comes out, and even that third party shouts to join the game.

"Fuck!"

Locke was a little speechless: "If I knew yesterday, I should have shot George directly and let him lie in the hospital to recuperate, saving him from coming out to add mushrooms to me."

Although he gave George a shot yesterday, it may cause some trouble someday in the future.

But no matter what, it will be lighter than tomorrow's big trouble.

No.

There must be a way.

Locke's eyes flickered, thinking so in his heart.

Whether George is dead or not, Locke doesn't care at all, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, when the hell lord Mephisto wants to accept people, Locke can't stop it even if he wants to.

At least not right now.

Locke knew Mephisto, but others didn't know him.

George can die, but not tomorrow.

Anyway, Locke and Gwen are friends, and they had two meals with Helen. George even asked him to shoot a gun next weekend. Locke is a good guy who keeps his promises. Similarly, he also hopes that others will keep their promises and not let go. he dove.

What can I do?

The reason why George wanted to search the textile factory was to save himself. If he didn't give New York City and the mayor an explanation, then the mayor and the New York Police Department would hand over George as an explanation.

at this time.

Locke's eyes fell on a key he had placed on the table.

The underground garage, the key to that Audi R8!
Locke raised an eyebrow.

No!

Locke seemed to think of something, and his face turned black.

He just got a fucking license plate, the car has indeed been in the past 24 hours, but, the fuck has not passed 72 hours. Netizens know that the time to rescue the hostages is the golden 72 hours, let alone the car.

Again.

The insurance company has already paid out twice, so you can't grab a sheep and squeeze it hard.

But if George wants to let go of the textile factory and change his target tomorrow, it seems that the only way to do it is the Peerless Assassin.

even……

Based on the unparalleled assassin who only kills guilty people, if he wants to attract and divert George's attention in the first place, he can only operate through him.

Locke looked at the time on the computer, and it was twelve o'clock.

next second.

Locke flicked his right hand, took out the sunglasses in the inventory, and put them on.

It's getting late, let's get ready.

otherwise……

The day lily is getting cold.

six o'clock.

When the first ray of sun hit New York City in the early morning, Sergeant George Stacey, who was resting against a locker at the New York Police Department headquarters, suddenly opened his eyes: "Action!"

"Yes!"

"understand!"

"Dress!"

"Notify the Secret Service."

"Okay, boss."

Following George's order, the police officers in the lounge opened their eyes one by one, got up, and took out the body armor with NYPD printed on it from the cabinet.

The speed of dressing is very fast.

Almost within a minute, accompanied by various sounds of clicking and reloading, many police officers, including George and Kate, were ready.

at this time.

Only then did George take out the arrest warrant, just as he was about to announce the target of the action.

Jingle Bell!
The rapid ringtone of the phone broke the tense mood.

George frowned slightly, a little displeased, but in the next second, he discovered that the ringtone was from his mobile phone.

"Gwen, now I..."

Before George could finish speaking, Gwen's nervous voice came over the phone.

"Dad, just now Locke called and said that the car thief stole his car again. Moreover, Locke seems to have been discovered, and he kidnapped Locke!"

"..."

　Happy weekend, old folks, let me report the latest progress. It has been coded to 150 chapters. Don’t worry about reading it. Xiaomi understands it, and you also understand it.

　　
　
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