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Chapter 273 International Contract Intermediary Office

Why hasn't this broken mission been completed yet?
MMP!

Locke was speechless.

Not only did Lorraine Broughton not raise him, he didn't even leave him a steel coin, and most importantly, he didn't even meet him.

The results of it?
As soon as he appeared, he immediately needed his side to help wipe his butt.

it is good.

If you have a mission, you need to make money, don't be fooled.

But why hasn't this broken mission been completed yet?
Is it...

Is there anything else I don't know?
Locke was moved by six senses, raised his brows lightly, and quickly flipped through all the information about Lorraine Broughton in the memory palace.

CIA.

MI6.

KGB.

No more, the only thing that can make people remember Lorraine Broughton is these three organizations, one is loyal, and the troubles of the other two organizations have just been resolved.

Holding the bourbon glass in his hand, Locke stood on the balcony, looking at New York City under the night, his eyes flickering slightly.

Could it be related to Lorraine Broughton's last mission?
In the information given by Anonymous, the previous information is very detailed, except that the last mission, which is the rare mission that led to the death of Lorraine Broughton, has been smeared over half.

Locke was not curious about how Lorraine died at first, but when this matter involved his mission, then Locke's curiosity came.

The six senses were touched again.

and……

Locke watched the task progress bar suddenly jump from 80% to 81%, and he fully understood that he was right.

next second.

Locke's face darkened directly.

Speechless.

Locke thought so.

the next day.

Locke drove to a warehouse under the Brooklyn Bridge, and met Clyde Shelton, the mentor assigned to him by the Nameless.

enter the warehouse.

A clatter.

With the removal of a floor, what came into view was a secret passage leading to the underground space. After walking in with Clyde Sheldon, it was discovered that this was a secret base no smaller than a warehouse.

"Is this a secret CIA stronghold?"

"Mr. Anonymous' base."

Clyde Shelton led Locke to a room full of various weapons, said casually, then turned to look at Locke: "One of them."

Another typical guy who uses public funds for private affairs.

Who was the last one?

Clyde Shelton dismantled several weapons on the table in threes and fives: "From today on, every Saturday, I will wait for you here, and I will I will teach you what I know."

Locke didn't answer, but looked at Clyde: "Do you know Lorraine Broughton?"

Clyde was slightly taken aback, then looked up at Locke.

Locke said: "I have read the information of Lorraine Broughton. After the Berlin Wall mission, she and you have been on several missions."

"……Yes."

"What was her last mission?"

"what?"

"Her last mission."

Clyde Shelton frowned and said, "It's not something you can know."

Locke nodded, then turned and left.

Clyde froze.

"Where are you going?"

"go home."

"..."

Locke did what he said, and he came here primarily because of the problems Lorraine Broughton had left for him, not for training.

He doesn't mind being an agent who can complete missions in the future, but just because he doesn't mind doesn't mean he must.

Anyway, if he wants to take over the task at that time, he can also take over the task from the KGB.

It does not matter.

A thud.

Only then did Clyde recover from the sound of the door closing, and he opened his mouth wide. It seemed that he couldn't believe it. When he walked out, he saw that the silver Audi R8 had already boarded Brooke. Forest Bridge.

"Water?" Clyde blinked. Didn't Anonymous say that he already agreed? Why?

Clyde took out his mobile phone and immediately called Anonymous.

soon.

While driving home, Locke received a call from an unknown person.

Anonymous, who was on the private jet, rubbed his eyebrows: "Didn't you say that you don't care about Lorraine Broughton?"

Locke's expression was light: "I don't care, but it doesn't mean you can stop talking."

It's his business that he doesn't care.

But the CIA didn't say that it was a matter of integrity, and they were all his own, especially Lorraine Broughton's. What could he not know?

"That mission is classified, you are now..."

"learn."

Locke nodded and interrupted directly: "Goodbye, Mr. Anonymous."

"Hey Hey hey……"

"Walter..."

When Mr. Anonymous fluctuated again, the other end of the phone was already in the rhythm of being blacklisted.

"This kid..."

Mr. Anonymous had a headache. After thinking for a while, he raised his head and said to Agent L who came with him, "Tell the plane to turn around and go back to New York City."

Agent L nodded expressionlessly.

night time.

"Mr. Broughton, the man who claims to be..."

"I know, let him come up."

"Ok."

After Anonymous walked out of the elevator, he looked at the open door, and then his eyes fell on Locke who was sitting on the sofa, drinking and studying hard. He smiled speechlessly and walked in. By the way, he brought door.

click.

Anonymous threw a piece of information in his hand on the coffee table, then sat down, looked at Locke who was holding a chemistry book and taking notes, and shook his head: "Maybe, the choice I recruited was wrong. .”

Locke raised his head and glanced at Anonymous: "Take the information, I don't need it anymore."

"what?"

"I am very busy."

Locke put down the pen in his hand, looked at Anonymous, and said with a smile: "For me, joining the CIA is a choice, but it is by no means the best choice. You tested me, and I also tested you. Obviously, I passed the test on your side, but you failed my test."

Nameless frowned.

Locke glanced at the coffee table, which was printed with top-secret information, even the title was smeared in black, and smiled: "You are right, I don't care about Lorraine Broughton, so, this information, I There is no need to read it, if there is nothing else, I need to review, there is a chemistry test next month, when you leave, please bring it to the door for me, thank you."

The Nameless was slightly stunned.

He has been in the industry for decades, and he has recruited not one hundred, but fifty agents. However, it is the first time that he has a personality like Locke who said goodbye immediately after a disagreement.

The key is……

Locke really has the confidence to say this.

Good looking, rich in money, superb IQ, and also has the ability of photographic memory, which is obviously the rhythm of a winner in life, why should I be your agent.

but.

Anonymous said in a deep voice: "If you say this because I didn't tell you the whole truth at once, then, maybe, you are not as mature and stable as I think."

The pen in Locke's hand paused for a moment, then he put it down again, closed the notebook in front of him, looked at Unknown, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I'm only 17 years old, sir."

Whether he is mature or not, stable or not, is his business.

He can be mature and willful.

"Besides..."

Locke smiled: "I have money, and I have this willful qualification."

Anonymous was speechless.

Locke got up from the sofa, without looking at the information on the coffee table, and walked towards the bar with an empty wine glass: "Have a drink, and then, go slowly, no deliveries."

Anonymous took a deep breath.

next second.

"ICA!"

Anonymous turned around and looked at Locke who walked over to the bar: "Your mother... Lorraine Broughton's last mission target is ICA, the full name is International Contract Agency. A killer group with direct evidence."

Since Locke doesn't plan to read it, he can only dictate it.

after all.

Who made Locke right?

It is Doe who wants Locke to join, not Locke who wants to join Doe.

Again.

Anonymous originally wanted to recruit Locke with Lorraine Broughton's information. The reason why the last mission was blacked out was because this killer organization had never been verified, and the photos at the scene were somewhat bloody.

Locke poured wine into his glass with a blank expression.

after awhile.

After Anonymous finished speaking, he glanced at Locke who was not doing anything over there, got up directly, walked towards the door, stopped at the door, shook his head, and turned to look at Locke at the bar: "If You just want to know your mother simply, then, you can just say it, I can guarantee that as long as there is anything about your mother, Clyde will tell you everything, goodbye, Locke, I hope, next week Don't leave early again."

A thud.

Locke held the wine glass, looked at the room with the door closed, took a sip of the wine in the glass, walked to the sofa, and his eyes fell on the document on the coffee table.

Was he capricious just now?

No.

He was beating, telling Anonymous, don't play secrets with me, he doesn't want to do it anymore, he can get away anytime, anywhere.

As for why Anonymous made up his mind that he wanted to know more about Lorraine?

That was Doe's problem, not his.

Locke flipped through the documents, and saw the wreckage of the apartment building, as well as the high-definition flesh and blood in the wreckage, with expressionless faces, and these pictures did not affect his drinking movements in the slightest.

He has only one thought.

Intermediary for international contracts?
ICA?

Isn't this an organization that specially trains a group of bald killers?
so……

This time, not only is the KGB targeting me because of Lorraine Broughton, but the ICA is also targeting me because of Lorraine Broughton?
WTF?

Why.

People sitting at home?
Did the pot come from the sky?
I haven't even met Lorraine Broughton, is this the fault?

……

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(End of this chapter)