Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 261 The Simple and Rough KGB

Gwen was still a little worried.

Moreover, this semester has been busy with all the busy work. According to the plan, Gwen wanted to graduate early next June. With that comprehensive knowledge competition, she originally wanted to sell for a price, and she was very reserved. The prestigious universities finally let go of their arrogance and found Helen to express their sincerity.

However, because of the launch of the student union competition platform, Gwen temporarily let go of this idea, and plans to stay with Locke to consolidate this competition platform.

Big deal, after going to university, I will change a few more universities.

For the god of learning, the university is not a goddess.

and so……

Gwen said with a serious face: "Just before the matter is over, go directly to the New York Police Department, wait for Dad, find out whoever eavesdropped on you this time, let's come out."

You might as well put us in jail.

Locke thought so, and then began to wonder, in other words, if he called the police at the time, he was a bit too hasty.

When I called the police, why didn't I think of Gwen's reaction.

This is not good.

Locke reviewed himself, and then said to Gwen: "It's not that exaggerated, eavesdropping methods are not on the table, and I have already called the police. No matter who it is, I must be worried that I will be exposed. How could it be possible at this time? It's time to run out."

"……yes?"

"I think it is."

Locke comforted Gwen, who was worried about him, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, the sharks in the sea couldn't eat me, and a few vampires couldn't finish me. A bug that only dares to hide in the dark, there is nothing to worry about." of."

When the Poseidon was killed, the big shark that didn't talk about martial arts and ran out to attack Locke was cut off by Locke and made into a sashimi.

The few vampires I met in Cali Lake, no doubt, died immediately after seeing the light.

Gwen followed Locke's words, thought of these two things, the worry on his face disappeared, and nodded, but still looked at Locke with some uneasiness: "Okay then, let's be careful these few days, Try not to go out."

Locke hummed. Although he knew what he was facing, Gwen didn't know, and his heart was warm.

That's it.

Unless Locke's brain was kicked by a donkey, otherwise, he couldn't imagine how he could become someone else's husband.

Isn't such an understanding, gentle and virtuous, beautiful and generous Gwen fragrant?

Locke thought so.

Came to school.

In the rest corridor.

"what?"

After Gwen opened her cabinet, she looked at a courier that fell out of the cabinet, and blinked: "What is this?"

Locke, who was about to open his cabinet next to him, followed Gwen's suspicious voice.

Gwen picked up the courier from the ground and flipped through it: "It's mine, but why did it get sent to the school?"

Matt, who was not far away and his cousin Andrew, who had just arrived, also looked at the courier in his hand, and then just heard what Gwen said, walked over, shook his courier: "I There is also one."

Locke looked up, then opened his cabinet, and with a snap, the courier with the same shape was caught by Locke at the moment it fell.

Midtown High School, received by Rock Broughton.

Good guy.

When did the Federal Express business develop to the point where it can be delivered to the locker with such precision?

What about trouble?

Locke raised his eyebrows, snorted, tore open the courier, and took out a ticket from inside.

"What's this?"

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked at a ticket that was taken out, and his expression changed: "The Moscow Swan musical on Broadway?"

Seeing that Locke had unpacked it, Gwen also unpacked her own, and looked up at Locke: "Mine too."

Matt also held up the ticket he just raised in his hand: "Same."

at this time.

Mrs. Cod came over from not far away, looked at the three of Locke and the tickets in their hands, and said with a smile: "It seems that you have all received it."

Gwen looked at Mrs. Cod who was walking over, and said curiously, "Mrs. Cod, this is..."

"I just received it yesterday. I was supposed to give it to you first, but I had something to do today, so I just stuffed it into your locker. This is another reward that the school board said."

"...Is this the one?"

"Correct."

For the school board of directors, completing the grand slam of the knowledge competition platform requires rewards, but also because Locke, who succeeded in assuming the position, pulled the rein in time to move toward democracy and then turned around in time after assuming the position Returning to the embrace of the Republic also requires rewards.

Mrs. Codd told them last time that the school directors are still thinking about what to reward. After all, you can’t always throw money directly. At least it’s an elite college. The look of an elite high school.

"So did Cindy and Kahn."

Mrs. Codd said so, and then looked at Gwen with a smile: "Study is important, but our life should not be all study, there should also be art. This musical is very good, and, just this weekend, The five of you can go and have a look, I went there last week, it’s worth admiring.”

Gwen smiled and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Cod."

Mrs. Cod waved her hand: "This is from a Moscow businessman who has a cooperative relationship with one of the school managers. It's not my credit. Okay, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Cod directly hugged the materials in her hand and left.

Moscow businessman.

Moscow Opera House.

Locke lowered his head, looked at the ticket in his hand, seemed to think of something, and couldn't help laughing.

Do you want to be so straightforward?
Doesn't this cover up your motives at all?

You are too simple and rude.

It's not obvious, it's saying, hey, this is a trap, come here, are we waiting for you?
Unless I'm crazy.

Just as Locke couldn't figure out why he became a scumbag, similarly, looking at the ticket to the musical, Locke couldn't figure it out either. Why did he come to the door and throw himself into the trap when he knew it was a trap?
To ask the KGB why?
No need.

The purpose of the KGB's visit is very clear, it is because of Lorraine Broughton, but Locke's information has not been read, and he has no interest in reading it.

The most important thing.

He doesn't like talking nonsense, he likes to use actions to speak for him.

and……

Locke felt that the traps on this ticket should have disappeared.

Without him.

Locke calls the police!
Moreover, not only the New York Police Department received the police, but also the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D. Under such circumstances, Locke couldn't think of a reason for the KGB to continue to stay in New York City.

That's why Locke didn't go to the KGB last night.

Of course.

The main reason was that there were no missions, and missions were generally released according to his interests, but last night, the system didn't release missions because it didn't touch Locke's curiosity.

This ticket should be the so-called backup plan.

and so……

If you look at it, in fact, the chance of encountering a trap is very low, but Locke looked at Gwen who pushed himself twice with his elbow, and saw Gwen's big talking eyes, and he realized it, and smiled. Then shook his head.

Only then did Gwen look back in satisfaction.

It's dangerous now, and I still go to the musical, what if I get kidnapped during the musical.

can not go.

Gwen almost dismissed the idea when she saw the tickets for the musical. If you want to watch a musical or something, you can buy tickets with Locke at any time to watch it by yourself. During special times, how to be safe and how to come.

Come to the classroom.

really.

When Cindy saw Gwen walking in, she immediately waved the musical ticket she also got, and said to Gwen with joy, "Gwen, did you get it?"

Betty, who was sitting in front of Carrie, held her chin and her eyes flashed with eagerness: "I really want to go to the Moscow Musical, but I checked online and the tickets are basically sold out a month in advance...Huh?"

Betty lowered her head, looked at a ticket directly in front of her, blinked her eyes, looked up, and looked dryly at Locke who flew the ticket over.

Locke sat down and looked at Betty: "You are my media minister. You are much more artistic than me. Go, I don't want to go anyway."

Betty was taken aback for a moment, then blinked her eyes: "This...isn't it good."

Locke smiled and said, "Just don't delay the promotional film."

The competition platform is his top priority. For musicals, if he doesn't click on the skill of "Art Appreciation", Locke seriously doubts whether he will be able to do so in less than 5 minutes after the opening. Inwardly, he fell asleep directly.

And for a musical, spending a little bit of potential on this skill, Locke always felt that he was in a panic.

Betty was not pretentious, and smiled openly: "That's impossible. Last night, Wanda and I had already sorted out the pre-plan ideas for the promotional video at Carrie's house."

Carrie's?

Locke looked at Carrie, as if to say, they didn't see Agatha.

Carrie smiled and looked back.

Locke smiled.

Gwen looked at Locke who gave the ticket directly, smiled, and handed the ticket to Carrie: "Carrie, Locke and I have something to do this weekend, so I'll give it to you. You and Betty will go together. After all, You are also responsible for the promotional video."

Cindy and Kahn looked at each other.

then.

Cindy also walked over to Wanda and handed over the ticket: "Here, Wanda, you three media goddesses, let's go together."

Watching from the sidelines, the calm Wanda raised her head, looked at Cindy, and blinked.

Kahn's side went to Pietro's side.

Pietro looked disgusted: "I have nothing to do, go to a musical."

Isn't it better to go to the mall to see beautiful women on weekends than to see them on stage?
Kahn whispered directly, not knowing what to say.

Pietro's eyes glowed, and he looked at Kahn: "Really?"

Kahn nodded seriously.

Pietro took the ticket directly, smiling all over his face: "Thank you, buddy."

Kahn didn't actually say anything.

just say.

This ticket is VIP, the kind that can enter the backstage.

……

(End of this chapter)