Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 257 How about I change my surname
not to mention……

This is not confidential information. His birth information and so on can be found in a slightly more powerful institution in Texas. If you want to check it, it will not take any trouble.

As for why SHIELD couldn't find out at that time?

Not to force chant.

In fact, Locke was also curious about this mother who existed on paper for him. After improving his hacking ability, he also tried to find information in the past to find out.

but……

Locke directly vetoed it at the time.

There's no need for this, so what if you find the information, don't tell me, are you going to recognize your relatives?

Stop talking.

During the five years when his development was the most difficult, Locke survived on his own. Although the process was a bit sad, he was pretty good alone anyway.

I didn't intend to find a burden for myself, or to cause trouble for myself.

Therefore, Locke only knows her name, and he doesn't want to know, nor is he interested in knowing the rest.

Again.

If the court didn't support him changing his name back then, he should have had a name a long time ago.

"correct!"

Locke seemed to think of something, and looked at Gwen: "Or, after we get married, don't change your surname, I will change it!"

Gwen opened her mouth: "What?"

Locke said: "I also think that the surname of Broughton is not very good, and the surname of Stacey sounds very lucky, otherwise, I should have the surname. By the way, in this case, George should feel that he has won. "

Don't look at the federal women's rights, but people boxing is for business. While boxing, it will not delay their marriage, and then change to their husband's surname after marriage.

Like the boxer from Dongguo, he is mentally handicapped!
and.

That's a great idea.

If George found out, he would definitely be overjoyed immediately. After all, what is it called if a woman does not change her surname when she gets married, but her husband changes his surname?

Just right, you don't have to think of a way to lose to George.

"Goodbye."

Gwen smiled helplessly, shook her head, stopped the topic directly, and kissed Locke: "Good night, Locke, see you tomorrow."

"Good night."

After watching Gwen walk into the apartment, Locke smiled.

Scumbag?

I?
how is this possible.

Although Locke couldn't figure out why Meivis' mother would make such a prophecy, there was no doubt that the prophecy must be the prophesied Locke who hadn't traveled through time.

Again.

Locke couldn't think of a reason for breaking up with Gwen, or a reason for making himself a scumbag.

Flirtatious, normal men have it all.

Locke is a normal man. At the same time, he is also a very decent person. He does things openly, talks about everything, and never hides it.

what?
Peerless assassin?

The matter of the Peerless Assassin belongs to the Peerless Assassin, and he has half a dime relationship with Locke Broughton.

It's not like that anonymous person from the CIA who showed up in public, but ended up keeping his information strictly guarded.

Locke thought of the anonymous person from the CIA, and couldn't help but vomit, saying that he went back that night and started to check the information on the unknown person.

As a result, twelve points of information were found, but, without exception, all the information was fake and shoddy.

This is amazing.

Locke seriously doubts that the real information about Anonymous has completely disappeared from the Internet. I am afraid that the original identity information is only archived in Langley's paper archives.

"Drip!"

Locke parked the car in his underground garage, opened the door, and was about to walk towards the elevator leading from the garage to the apartment, and then his eyes fell aside: "Huh."

Take a few steps back.

Locke's eyes fell on an unfamiliar BMW car that he had never seen before.

Black.

Four seats.

Locke took out his phone, took a photo, and looked at it: "Maybe, you can consider this car?"

After all, the safety factor of the Audi R8 has been sold throughout New York City, maybe it's time for the Peerless Assassin to consider changing to a new car.

Locke thought to himself, searched the Internet to find out the price of this car, and walked to the elevator.

Just right.

Ding sound.

A beautiful woman came out of the elevator. The woman looked at Locke who appeared, smiled and nodded.

Locke was also very polite.

After walking into the elevator, I heard the sound of starting over there.

after awhile.

When Locke stepped out of the elevator, his six senses were touched, and his nose moved even more. Then, he stood where he was, thinking for a while.

The woman just now came from his floor.

Although the smell was very light, it still didn't escape Locke's nose.

Ding!
The door is unlocked successfully.

Locke walked in, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. After activating the smart housekeeper, he looked at the gradually lit living room, and then his gaze began to patrol like a precise radar.

Ok.

Two bugs were pasted under the sofa.

There's one under the vase over there at the bar.

Except for bugs.

and also……

Locke took off his coat, walked over to the bar, and watched, on the bar, there was an extra stack of materials without a cover.

Grabbed.

Smell.

Well, it was the smell of that strange woman.

open.

The first of these is a photo.

The skin is exquisite, with distinct water chestnuts, making it look cool and noble.

just.

Locke shook his head, looked at the silver hair of the beautiful woman in the photo, and smacked his lips: "Silver hair is not good, I still prefer blonde hair."

Blonde hair, blond, whatever it is, looks very valuable, very classy.

silver hair?

It's okay, but Locke prefers the silver-haired shawl after Carrie's casual clothes. This one has curls in the silver hair, and the one with small waves is okay.

But with this kind of big wave, Locke can't gank to the point.

next page.

After Locke opened it, he raised his eyebrows, closed it again with a swoosh, and then, with a slap, threw it back without looking back.

There is no sound of data falling to the ground.

A pure white arm firmly caught the flying materials, and then a cold female voice said, "Why don't you continue to read it?"

Locke chuckled.

He is moving!

MMP!

Why did he spend a lot of money to buy the apartment in Xingchen Building? Isn't it just for the safety factor?
Locke took out a recording pen from his pocket and put it on the bar.

Press.

Only then did Locke turn around and look at the tall woman who was as amazing as the strange woman just now, with white and flawless skin, silver hair and shoulders: "Sorry, you are..."

"Sharapova, Yulina Sharapova!"

"Russian."

Locke nodded, and sat on the sofa under the gaze of the woman. Then, he looked thoughtfully at the woman named Sharapova: "Sorry, I'm under 21, and there's no alcohol at home."

His wine is only for friends.

In front of this?

It feels like a bad comer.

The woman smiled slightly, then looked at Locke, and asked back, "You don't seem surprised at all that we can come into your room."

Locke shrugged: "My house was entered by the FBI, Homeland Security, and even killers. Why can't you come in?"

MMP!

Starting tomorrow, I will activate the bomb at the door when I go out, whoever dares to come in will be responsible for the consequences.

It is impossible to change houses.

If this is a single-family house, the loopholes will be even greater. At least, the Xingchen Building can ensure that non-professional personnel cannot enter his house.

As for these agents and killers?

Locke felt that he couldn't expect too much from the security personnel of the Star Building. If they could stop the agents, why would they come here to be security guards?

"Go ahead."

Locke yawned, looked at the time on his watch, and looked up at the woman: "It's late at night, the KGB agent showed up at my house, and he couldn't be there to deliver materials to me, right?"

"You are also one of us."

"what!"

Locke blinked, couldn't help laughing, and looked at Sharapova as if he didn't hear clearly: "Sorry, what did you say?"

who am I?
KGB?

Why don't I know?
Locke is confused!

"Your mother is our agent."

"and then?"

"You too."

Sharapova looked at Locke who was sitting on the sofa: "It's time to go home."

The corner of Locke's mouth rose: "I'm from Texas!"

People of the Lone Star Republic!
and.

He is still the leader of the younger generation in the Lone Star Republic!
"Aren't you curious, your mother?"

"Not curious."

"..."

Locke smiled and shook his head: "Who is she and what does she do? It has nothing to do with me. I don't know why you came to me, but sorry, I have no interest in it."

Done.

Locke walked directly towards the door.

at this time.

A gust of wind came from behind, and Sharapova's firm thighs directly greeted Locke, whose back was facing her, as if she was going to force Locke down and take him away.

but!
"Oh!"

"Boom!"

A golden light flashed past, and with a click, the golden dancer instantly appeared in Locke's hands. Then, Locke turned around, shot silently, and directly pierced Sharapova's delicate forehead, with a bang, directly fell to the floor.

"MMP!"

Locke shook his head, put away the golden dancer, looked at it on the floor, opened his eyes wide, and seemed to be thinking, why Sharapova, who called the curtain call before saying a few words, directly shook her right hand and took the dancer The still warm corpse was put into the storage compartment, then, looking up at the ceiling, he sighed.

He just chatted with Gwen about his biological mother, the task that only existed on paper, but the back foot, good guy, went straight from paper to reality.

I don't have the title of the protagonist of Destiny.

recent.

Thinking in his heart, Locke was speechless, walked to the bar, put away the signal jammer in the room, then grabbed the document that had just fallen on the ground, sighed again, and then dialed Called [-].

……

(End of this chapter)