Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 287 You Have Two Choices

"Sir..."

"what happened?"

"Doing this, will it..."

Agent L was stunned when he heard Mr. Anonymous's words, and directly threw the defense map of the building by the Thames River on the dark web for sale.

This……

There is no doubt that it was Chi Guoguo's slap in the face.

Anonymous sneered, and looked at Agent L: "Do you think I asked you to give it to the Red Devils?"

Agent L frowned.

Anonymous shook his head, that's why he didn't let Agent L go out on the field and work as his assistant: "The Peerless Assassin has accepted Locke's order."

According to reliable sources, just now, a private plane landed at the private airport in Jersey City, and within half an hour after landing, it refueled and went around again.

"Peerless Assassin?"

"Correct."

Wu Ming raised a photo of the Peerless Assassin on the desktop and smiled, "How's the information about the Peerless Assassin going?"

"rare."

Agent L replied, I can’t say there is nothing, I can only say that I got nothing: “We only know that the Peerless Assassin first appeared in Texas, and he likes to wear sunglasses and drive an Audi R8, and nothing else, this person seems to be a ghost coming."

"Maybe he really is?"

"what?"

"It's nothing."

Wuming ordered some tables and looked at Agent L: "Sell the information to the Red Devils, and the asking price is 500 million. The Peerless Assassin eats meat. Let's drink some soup. It's not too much."

If Mrs. M hadn't hung up on his phone just now, then he would not have sold the news to the Red Devils, and even reminded Mrs. M of the horror of the Peerless Assassin in a friendly way. The ghost told him.

in fact……

The Nameless already has a candidate for an insider, but he just suspects, and there is no evidence yet.

Pity.

Mr. Anonymous thought so in his heart. Seeing the ringing sound, Mrs. M, who seemed to be ready to answer, made a call, smiled, and then directly hung up the phone.

Give you a chance, you are not good.

Then let the person who won't give you a chance talk to you.

hum!
Thousands of miles above the sky, a silver-white plane flies in the blue sky and white clouds.

The seat is comfortable.

Stewardesses are beautiful.

Good service.

Locke, wearing sunglasses, took a sip of the bourbon in his glass, looked around the layout of the private jet, and said to the Red Devil who was sitting across from him, who was also wearing color-changing glasses: "How much is this plane?"

After an early morning, the Red Devil, who came from Cuba to pick up Locke, looked at the newspaper in his hand and said without raising his head: "A warlord in Africa has no money after it is built, so give it to me."

talking.

The Red Devil looked up and looked at Locke: "You want it too?"

Locke said, "I have an idea."

I have bought all the yachts, and it seems unreasonable not to buy a private jet.

"Don't buy it for a few years."

"Ok?"

"Let's wait a few years. Maybe, around the end of [-], it's a good choice."

"reason?"

"The economic crisis should have come by then."

"..."

Locke opened his mouth and looked at the Red Devil who gave him investment advice by opening his mouth to predict and shut his mouth on the value. He was a little puzzled and said, "You, the goalkeeper of the criminal world, when did you know so much about the economy?"

The Red Devil laughed and said: "Learn to be old, live to be old, my friend."

Locke rolled his eyes.

at this time.

"Raymond!"

Not far away, Dengby, who was sitting alone, came over and handed the tablet in his hand to the Red Devils.

The Red Devil raised his head and glanced at Denby, then his eyes fell on the information on the tablet, and he sat up uncontrollably.

"hiss!"

The Red Devil took a breath, looked up and glanced at Locke who was sitting opposite, then, took the phone in Denby's hand, dialed it and said directly: "Pay!"

next second.

The Red Devils looked at Locke: "Are you going to MI6?"

Locke looked up, looked at the Red Devil, and smiled, "I thought you weren't interested."

The Red Devil laughed: "At first I wasn't interested, but now I'm interested."

Locke snorted, and then thought of something: "It's related to what you just bought?"

The Red Devils said: "The accurate deployment map of the MI6 building!"

Locke was slightly taken aback.

"This thing...can you get it?"

"Do you know who the seller is?"

"Who?"

"It doesn't matter who, what matters is that the seller represents the CIA, and that's enough."

"……How much?"

"500."

Locke froze for a moment, then shook his head and asserted, "You were slaughtered."

This news must have been released by Mr. Anonymous.

no doubt.

Locke can also confirm one thing, that is, Mr. Anonymous, this is completely using him with a gun, and it is still the kind of sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and he can still make money.

Is a blueprint of an MI6 building worth 500 million?
Stop it.

This value cannot be said to be worthless, but it can also be said to be a waste of paper. If Locke wanted information from London, he would definitely go to the Russians.

Compared with the British, they are still Russians, and they know the British and their affairs better.

Most importantly, he is here to make money.

This is also the reason why Locke called the Red Devils. However, Locke did not tell the Red Devils that his goal this time is MI6. He just said that if there is anything London needs, he will get it done at once.

He wanted to go to the ICA instead.

Pity.

He didn't know where the gate of ICA was, but fortunately, he knew that the gate of MI6 was there.

This is enough.

You blackmailed my friends and tried to get me to come forward.

Then if I threaten MI6, I want to see if your ICA will emerge.

Locke looked at the information sent to his tablet, looked up, and looked up: "Red Devil, you should know that the money for buying information is not included in my compensation."

The Red Devil smiled and said, "My friend, if you can bring me three pieces of information from this room, I am willing to give you another one million."

"which room?"

"this."

Locke looked at a room on the third floor of the Red Devil Finger, and nodded: "Yes, that is, the three documents in it, and the hard drive of the ICA, right?"

The Red Devils nodded and said, "That's right, that's right, I will pay you 1000 million."

Locke smiled: "Okay, I will try my best!"

I brought the Red Devils because I wanted to do more missions. After all, it is not easy to go abroad once.

and……

Locke didn't plan to stay in London for a long time. He was playing with snakeskin operations. It was king to solve it early and go home early. In another month, it would be Christmas again.

In two days, playing a big movie scene is enough!
In the building next to the Thames, the world knows where it is.

"Peerless Assassin!"

"Sex: Male."

"Name unknown, age unknown, identity unknown!"

"Love the Audi R8!"

"The first time it appeared was in [-], and then it appeared in New York in [-]. So far, it has been in New York State for most of the time."

"The Peerless Assassin has always liked to kill with a notice, claiming that he never kills innocent people."

"..."

"enough."

Mrs. M couldn't help but look up when she heard the assistant's muttering words: "I didn't ask you to read his resume, I mean, have we caught this unparalleled assassin?"

The assistant opened his mouth, then shook his head wisely.

If the Peerless Assassin could be caught, he would have been caught long ago, and he will have to wait until now.

Mrs. M looked a little ugly.

She just got some bad news. The defense map of her building was directly exposed on the dark web. Although it was acquired in the shortest time, anyone with a discerning eye can see at a glance that part of the defense map given is that building. Drawings of the building.

Mrs. M dialed the phone to Mr. Anonymous again.

This time, it was turned off directly.

"Sarama..."

Mrs. M said a rare irritable sentence, resisting the urge to smash the phone, and dialed the phone to the ICA office.

The call is connected.

"You three idiots did a great job!"

After the call was connected, Mrs. M couldn't help it anymore: "This is what you said, the plan to make the CIA give up, this is what you said, no one will accept this reward?"

The tone of Mr. I on the other end of the phone was very normal: "Mrs. M, relax, this is not New York, it's London, London, it's our territory!"

Mrs. M said directly: "Have you found the Peerless Assassin?"

Mr. I said: "I'm looking for him, he is very cunning, but we have his video data, as long as he appears, we will definitely be found by us. London is the city with the most cameras in the world."

Nobody can just disappear in London.

London is known as the City of Cameras, and this nickname was not chosen casually.

"Shet!"

After Mrs. M hung up the phone, she called Anonymous again, and got a reply that the phone was turned off again. Finally, she couldn't help but threw her phone towards the wall: "Xie Te!"

at this time.

"Drip drip!"

Mrs. M grabbed the phone on the table, a little irritable: "What is it?"

The female assistant sitting outside was silent for a while, and said quickly: "Ma'am, a person named Wushuang called without an appointment, but he said that if he calls, you must be interested in answering it. He is on the [-]nd Wire."

Peerless?

Mrs. M was slightly taken aback, then hummed with a pretended calm expression, and transferred the call to Line [-].

"hello."

"Mrs. M!"

Wushuang's voice rang directly from the phone: "I think, you should know who I am by now."

Mrs. M was expressionless: "What do you want?"

"ICA!"

"what?"

"No way, Mrs. M, the information I found all said that the ICA is inextricably linked to your MI6, so I can only come to you and look for you. I hope you can break the news."

"I don't understand……"

"Mrs. M, I'm not here to ask you for help. On the contrary, I'm here to give you multiple-choice questions. Now, you have two choices!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)