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Chapter 292 Revenge and Revenge

The soundproofing of the safe house is also great.

Locke invited Mrs. A and Mr. C to sit down with a smile on his face. Then, he glanced at the people who had already attacked from outside, smiled, and then grabbed a bottle of whiskey beside him.

after awhile.

Locke took a sip of the wine in his glass, nodded, and looked at Mr. C who was tied up and sitting on the sofa with Mrs. A: "Is that you who was talking to me just now?"

At this moment, Mr. C's words are not as calm as before, and he said directly: "5000 million..."

"what?"

"Buy your life."

"Buy my life!"

Mr. C said to Locke: "Mr. Wushuang, you give me an account, 5000 million, and transfer the money to the account immediately."

Locke nodded: "It's a good deal."

Mr. C looked happy.

but……

Locke changed the subject and smiled: "In this case, why should I let you go? I killed you. Isn't your stuff still mine?"

Mr. C was stunned for a moment.

Mrs. A, who was sitting next to her, sneered: "Stop talking, C, didn't you see that, there's no way he'd let us go."

"Correct."

Locke looked pretty good, but there was one thing wrong. Mrs. A, who was a little old, had a very calm expression: "Yes, take people's money and help people eliminate disasters!"

Mrs. A sneered: "I'm afraid it's more than that."

Locke got up, stood in front of Mrs. A, and looked at Mrs. A with a smile on his face: "Let's listen."

Mrs. A glanced at Locke, then closed her eyes with an expression of killing if she wanted to.

Locke smiled.

next second.

"boom!"

"..."

Mrs. A trembled, opened her eyes tremblingly, and looked to the side. Mr. C, who was directly in her arms and even bleeding from the big hole on his forehead, was shocked.

Isn't he afraid to attack us people?

It's as if he didn't kill Mrs. M.

Click!

Before Mrs. A could think about it, she looked at Locke's expressionless golden dancer who was lifted up again, and she was shocked: "I surrender!"

Locke's finger pulling the trigger loosened slightly, tilted his head, looked at Mrs. A who closed her eyes and shouted for surrender, and couldn't help smiling.

He thought that such an organization would have high levels of secrecy and sacrifice.

did not expect……

one look.

soon.

Locke knew what had happened from Mrs. A's mouth.

"So, all this was Mr. I's idea?"

"Yes."

After Mrs. A uttered the first sentence, she seemed to feel a little more relaxed. Now that the first sentence has been spoken, the second sentence is also logical: "Even, including back then, he encouraged, how do we tie up MI6 to The assassination of Lorraine Broughton was as much Mr I's idea as it was to avenge Mr M."

Locke smiled: "I'm not interested in why he assassinated Lorraine Broughton, I'm more interested in why he sent someone to assassinate Locke Broughton."

"Because Lorraine Broughton is not dead."

"..."

Locke blinked and looked at Mrs. A: "Sorry, what did you say?"

Lorraine Broughton not dead?
Then where did she go?

wrong.

So since Lorraine Broughton is still alive, why is this troublesome thing coming to my head? Is it another so-called bullying?
Mrs. A said: "After that ambush, we have no evidence to prove that Lorraine Broughton is dead."

"...Then do you have any evidence to prove that she is still alive?"

"Have!"

Mrs. A nodded, then looked at Locke: "But, it's in my computer."

Locke was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "That's a pity."

Mrs. A frowned and said, "I also have a backup at home."

Locke looked at the agents who didn't know what they were going to do around the safe house, smiled, and said without looking back: "So, the reason why you found Locke is because, you think, Locke knows Lorraine Broughton's whereabouts?"

"There is also a USB flash drive!"

"...What USB flash drive."

"When Lorraine Broughton was sneaking into our organization, the stolen intelligence USB flash drive..."

Mrs. A said this and closed her mouth: "Let me go, let me tell you, I can even..."

"boom!"

"Boom!"

A gunshot came from inside the safe house, but in the monitoring screen, the person busy outside the safe house did not respond at all.

A thud.

Mrs. A fell to the ground powerlessly, knocked over the red wine placed next to her with a slap, and thumped, and after a while, she couldn't tell whether the carpet was covered. Blood is still wine.

"Ah!"

Locke looked down at the whiskey in the glass: "Threat me, threaten me, I will never drink this."

Want to buy your life with information?

Good idea.

Normally speaking, Locke would accept it.

but……

10 minutes later!

Boom!

Another shocking explosion occurred in the city of London. From MI[-] in the afternoon to now, this is already the third time.

All Scotland Yard personnel were dispatched, holding a sketch of the unparalleled assassin, staring at any Audi R8, especially the silver one.

Chill!

Locke opened the door and got into the black Volkswagen in front of him.

The Red Devil looked at Locke who sat up this time, and thought for a while: "The problem is solved."

"most."

Locke smiled slightly: "There is also a bedbug, not at home."

"Then at home?"

"Nevada."

"specific?"

"Feel sorry!"

In fact, when Locke was on line with Mr. C in the corridor just now, the avatar in New York had plugged in the USB flash drive through him, successfully hacked into the system, and extracted the data that Mr. C dialed after Locke died. Past sources of phone signals.

"correct."

Thinking about it, Locke took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it to the Red Devils: "I don't like to owe favors, especially those from the CIA. Tell them that this information is also bought with money, and they only have one day."

Because it will take almost a day for him to go back to Nevada, and if the CIA doesn't get it done by then, he can only come to the field to get it done.

At this time, Locke suddenly understood what the main meaning of this mission was.

Doomed.

Not referring to Locke, nor anyone else, but the ICA!

Ms. A is dead.

Mr. C also hung up.

You, Mr. I, how about you, you should die, otherwise, I will not be able to complete this task.

Locke thought so.

After half an hour.

In a small airport on the outskirts of London.

"Good guy!"

Locke looked at the dilapidated plane in front of him, which was comparable to the pesticide spraying machine of World War II, and looked at the Red Devil: "Are you going to let me go back as a ghost?"

The Red Devil gestured at his watch: "It's what you said. It will probably be finished at noon tomorrow. As a result, you are ahead of schedule."

Locke opened his mouth.

That's what he said. Who would have thought that this ICA is fragile and vulnerable.

Before he could exert any force, the opponent fell down.

but……

Locke looked at the dilapidated plane and shook his head: "Change one, otherwise, I'd rather swim over."

Please.

He just pissed off MI6 and slaughtered the unparalleled assassin of ICA. As a result, he can't say that he has a private jet, but he can't fly back on the two planes in front of him that would be embarrassing to buy a ticket.

The Red Devil laughed and said, "My friend, we were able to leave the city of London because I asked for a relationship to find friends for activities. Are you ignorant of the mess you caused?"

It is also fortunate that the unparalleled assassin did not directly kill Mrs. M, otherwise, the trouble would have been even more serious.

But it's almost there now.

London went crazy.

The media are crazy.

On the front foot, the Peerless Assassin is still in New York, good guy, the Peerless Assassin has appeared in London, and it was such a shocking scene.

There have been many surveillance videos that have slipped out on the Internet.

Then, someone started to march. As for the reason for the march, it was to protest against the government’s concealment of the ICA. Otherwise, why did the Wushuang Assassin’s notice be sent to the ICA, but he went straight to MI6.

And, that's not all.

The Red Devils felt like their business was booming. While waiting for the plane with Locke, they said: "Three people have already called me, or they hope that I can help enter London."

That's the bad thing about exposure!

In other words, this is how you took orders unscrupulously at that time, relying on your own concealment, and then, the backlash after being exposed early in the morning.

People used to know about the ICA, but knowing the background of the ICA is mysterious, so even if they know about it, it’s useless. Even if the target friends or family members of his assassination get angry, they can’t find the target. .

at the moment?

Locke's blow directly tore off the face of the ICA.

After all, the Wushuang Assassin took the order, and went directly to MI6 with the second foot. If you say that ICA has nothing to do with your MI6, who would believe it.

There is also the shocking explosion that was not very far away in the time interval just now.

no doubt.

Not only Scotland Yard is in action, even people in the criminal world are also in action.

In a word.

Revenge for revenge, revenge for resentment!
In the past, I thought that an ICA was stateless, so I didn't think about other places to vent my anger. Now that London has been proved, there is no doubt that MI6's agents outside have naturally suffered.

In particular, some cooperating with MI6 as informants, it turned out that the reason why they became informants was because the ICA killed his brother, and the ICA belonged to MI6.

moment.

The informant's eyes were red.

Jingle Bell!
When night fell and Locke stepped onto the plane, MI[-]'s calls rose almost geometrically.

at the same time……

In Nevada, in the branch of the FBI, an operation began after Anonymous and Agent L landed.

……

(End of this chapter)