Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 328 New York also has Dolan Church

soon.

The police car roared and drove straight out of the airport!

"what?"

Sitting in the back seat, Gwen just turned on his mobile phone and was about to ask if Locke was in the hotel. Gwen glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and then noticed that it was outside, walking on the road, pulling it with him in a neat and orderly manner. That, that dozen or so weirdos I saw on the plane.

It was snowing heavily.

"They... don't have a car?"

"Ah!"

George glanced at them and laughed, "Maybe their friends didn't do a good job, and they felt guilty, so they didn't have the face to come and pick them up."

Just like Kopp.

The Peerless Assassin is as cunning as a mouse, if you can't catch him, I don't blame you.

But a Syndra?

What happened to the witch?
You can't even keep a woman?
Despise you!
Gwen listened to George's words full of resentment towards Cop, shook her head, changed the subject, thinking about the bags of those people just now, and asked curiously: "Will these people come here to hunt? "

The police officer who drove said with a smile: "Come to New Orleans to hunt, unless the object of their hunting is a witch."

Gwen blinked, listening to the driving officer.

"Witch?"

"Correct."

The policeman laughed and said, "New Orleans has witch culture and voodoo culture, and also some vampire culture and werewolf culture mixed in. It can be regarded as the modern supernatural capital."

talking.

The police officers were so familiar with each other, they talked about the stories of witches and vampires in New Orleans with great relish.

Sitting next to him was the senior superintendent of the New York Police Department.

Big man!
If this makes his daughter happy, and the big man is happy, then he can go from New Orleans to New York, that kind of metropolis.

They are also patrol officers, but the patrol officers in New York are much better than the patrol officers in New Orleans.

I heard that there are fewer black people there.

"A coven of witches?"

"Correct."

"Is it New Year's Eve?"

"Well, it's over there in City Park."

Gwen blinked her eyes, turned on the mobile phone network, entered it, and prepared to make up lessons.

George turned his head and took a look, then, looking at Gwen curiously, pointed to Gwen's little hand: "The fluff is growing again, is it cold?"

Gwen came back to her senses, looked at the raised fluff again, blinked her eyes, pressed the fluff down, shook her head and said, "It was a bit cold when I came out, but it's not cold now."

George hummed.

Gwen shook her sleeves and flicked her big ponytail.

The fluff is raised from time to time...

Quite strange.

Gwen thought so, and was quickly attracted by an event notice refreshed on the Internet: "On December 31, the 100-year witches' gathering will be held in New Orleans City Park. Welcome to participate. The rules of the event are as follows: You have to dress up as a witch... that's good, Locke and I can go over there and have a look."

The police officer said with a smile: "There are many clothing stores on the road, and there are special witch costumes for rent."

Gwen looked up: "Really?"

George, who was sitting in the co-pilot, laughed directly: "Taxi, you came so far, that wild boar, is he willing to rent clothes for you?"

Thinking of running all the way here and possibly gaining nothing, George was speechless.

Impulsive.

Isn't it nice that I bring my precious girl at home?
Baby Girl means Andy, not Gwen.

Even lying has become like someone else's family, and George has completely given up struggling.

As the senior management of the New York Police Department, although his vacation can be filled up like other senior police officers, but he is a serious police officer, so George only takes a few days off for himself, and then he will go back work.

Well now.

The few holidays were directly ruined by this wild boar who was not a policeman but liked to solve crimes.

When the time comes, when we go back, this wild boar will happily go skiing in Canada with his Chinese cabbage that has changed hands, and he will go back to work hard.

The more George thought about it, the more he felt the urge to turn around and go back to the airport, and fly back to New York directly.

MMP!

When I was a son-in-law, I was angry with my father-in-law. Now that I am the father-in-law of that wild boar, in the future, I am still angry with this wild boar son-in-law?

What am I trying to do to him?
How much money can you do whatever you want?
This unscientific!

No!

Before going back, scold Kopu too.

Damn it, I can't even keep a woman!
Listening to George's words, Gwen shook her head: "Father, Locke's money didn't come from the wind."

George smiled.

"Indeed, he doesn't even need to bend down to pick up the ones that are blown by the strong wind."

"..."

Gwen listened to the sour words, and George, who probably had a sour expression, opened his mouth and tried to defend himself, but he blinked and gave up.

Ok.

Locke's money is indeed easier than the wind blows.

Two lawsuits directly turned him into a billionaire.

wrong!

Gwen's eyes lit up: "Dad, Locke's money was earned by risking his life."

George: "..."

For the first time, DHS almost turned Rock into a terrorist.

The second time, London sent someone directly to assassinate Locke and her.

Thankfully it didn't work out.

Gwen thought so, then smiled and said, "Dad, why don't I invite you to live in the Hilton too."

She also has money.

Although most of the money was deposited into the joint account with Locke, the house in Long Island was also bought before Christmas. During Christmas, the house in Long Island had been promoted by a hundred dollars, equivalent to the total price If you do the math, it can be said that you have made a lot of money.

That's money in a joint account, though.

But for the next month’s scholarship, the midtown colleges and universities have already called. Although Gwen still plans to save up, and then continue to invest in a joint account with Locke, and save money to buy a house in Manhattan Island for living in the future, but, Gwen can afford to ask George to live in a five-star hotel.

When George heard this, his heart warmed.

But still refused.

When I came to New Orleans, I didn’t live with my brother, I stayed in a hotel, what did you say?

When Hank came to New York, George didn't let Hank stay in a hotel.

Come on bro, you should live together, drink beer, burp, brag!
Seeing George say this, Gwen also smiled and didn't force it. Looking at the approaching scenery outside the window, it suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't confirmed with Locke whether he was in the hotel, so she quickly took out her mobile phone and edited the text message.

It wouldn't be a surprise if he ran over and missed nothing.

"Ding dong!"

"Ok?"

in the hotel.

Locke sat on the sofa, sipped his glass of wine, watched Gwen send a message, and smiled.

"Where are you, I heard it's snowing over there."

"Well, at the hotel, it's snowing."

Where else can I be?
Locke got up, took the wine glass, walked to the balcony, looked outside, and smiled as if intending to use white snow to cover up the criminal blizzard that was falling on Lake Larry not far away.

Squat, then, sit and wait for the coven two days later.

Get things done.

Go back to New York, find Gwen, and then go skiing in Canada together. After that, go back to school and start a pleasant trip to earn school points.

at this time.

The wind howled.

Locke looked at the purple cloud and mist flashing past his eyes, turned around and saw, in the cloud and mist, Carrie who came out sat down on the sofa and looked at the ceiling.

Locke smiled, walked into the living room again, walked to the bar, poured a glass of bourbon, and handed it to Carrie in a trance.

Carrie looked back.

"I do not……"

"When I was a teacher, Chester gave me a drink, tradition!"

"……All right."

Hearing these words, Carrie took the glass, sniffed it, and then drank the bourbon in the glass in one gulp.

next second.

Carrie flushed, and then coughed.

Locke sat next to him, sipping the wine in his glass. After waiting for a while, he looked at Carrie whose face gradually returned to rosy and shiny, and smiled: "How about it, I feel much better."

Carrie was just about to shake her head, then, after a moment of surprise, she nodded.

"Is this some kind of folk remedy?"

"Do not."

Locke shook his head and said, "This is alcohol at work."

Alcohol can suppress people's thinking and make people stop thinking about other things.

Carrie looked at Bourbon, who was lying aside, and glanced at Locke.

Locke shrugged.

then……

Locke looked at Carrie who was about to have a third drink, raised his eyebrows, and put away the remaining bourbon: "Alcohol is a good thing, but don't be addicted!"

He didn't want his dark head to turn into a drunkard.

Carrie blushed and looked at Locke curiously: "How did you do it?"

Locke smiled and said, "What did you do?"

"not give a damn about?"

"I care."

Locke looked at Carrie with a serious expression: "I care about every life that respects life. I don't care about those who don't respect life. Those people are just the filth of the world. If you think so, you will feel better gone."

Carrie shook her head: "No, I mean, Lake Larry..."

She didn't expect at the beginning that Lake Larry turned out to be a witch cemetery!
so many……

Locke groaned and said, "I care. If I were a witch, believe me, those people will not die."

If he is a witch.

The Vatican is going to explode!
What he said.

It's useless when God comes, even if Gu Yi blocks the way!

He is a player.

It is destiny.

What is the player's mentality?
While playing in the world, what's more, if I have it, the sky will not allow it, if I want it, the sky will not allow it.

From the beginning to the present, no one he wants to kill can live!

but……

He is not a witch.

At least Rock Broughton was not a witch.

Ok.

but……

Locke looked at Carrie, who was a witch, and looked at the endless witch bones in Lake Larry, obviously hurting her, and said with a smile: "The headquarters of Dolan Church is in New York. Maybe, after we go back, you You can go over there and have a look, I will help you."

Carrie looked up at Locke.

Church of Dolan...

Haven't perished yet?
……

(End of this chapter)