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Chapter 348 The Selection Begins (Second Update, Please Order!!)

Locke stroked his chin.

Frankly speaking, if he hadn't refreshed first and came to New Orleans later, he really felt that he was calculated by the system to death.

at the moment?

Fate has already marked his price secretly?

Locke stared at the "Dimension Fusion Device" and the "Level [-] Talent Upgrade Card" that might need to be used together in the discount mall, his eyes flickering slightly.

the next day.

"Ding!"

Locke, Gwen, and Carrie stepped out of the elevator and into the hotel's breakfast buffet.

Gwen saw the anonymous man sitting in the same place as yesterday at first glance, and said to Locke, "Look, your boss is here again."

Locke smiled and looked at Gwen: "You should say partner."

The relationship between him and Anonymous, Locke is positioned as a partner, not a subordinate, let alone a nepotism, but a partner.

Locke needs the CIA, after he graduates, to increase the scope of brushing orders to the whole world, and Anonymous also needs such a talented him to serve the country.

Just get what you need.

Gwen shrugged, said something to Carrie, and directly pulled Carrie to walk to the side.

Since knowing that Locke has joined the CIA, except for the first time, Gwen basically has a tacit understanding not to participate in the conversation between Locke and Anonymous.

After all, no matter what, being an agent of the CIA can be regarded as Locke's career.

Locke walked over.

"morning!"

"Good morning, Locke."

Anonymous, who was reading the newspaper at the same place yesterday, looked up, looked at Locke who was sitting down with a cup of coffee, and said with a smile, "The coffee here is quite good, much better than the coffee in the bureau."

Locke sat down. "The coffee in the NYPD is better than the coffee in the bureau, isn't it?"

That's what Clyde Shelton said.

The Nameless Man laughed, and handed over the newspaper in his hand: "Look."

Locke took the newspaper.

into the eye.

"Yo."

Locke smiled and looked up at the unknown: "Is it so fast?"

There is not much content in the newspaper, just one sentence, the Dolan Church in Dolan encountered a joint law enforcement operation from the FBI and Homeland Security, and the leader of the Dolan Church in Dolan was killed in a firefight with the Federation.

Locke re-handed the newspaper to Anonymous: "The one in New York, why hasn't it been banned?"

Any organization has a center.

And the headquarters of the Dolan Church, which is blooming everywhere, is the one in New York. It doesn't destroy New York, but hits other places, it's just a lot of thunder and a little rain.

"Looking for evidence."

Anonymous took the newspaper and folded it: "The pastor Dolan and several senators know each other, and even several members of Congress are sponsored by the Dolan Church in New York."

Locke nodded: "Okay."

He also didn't expect the CIA to bring the Dolan Church in New York to justice. After all, if it could be solved, where should the anger in Carrie's heart be vented?
Although the West does not pay attention to obsession.

But talk about depravity.

If Carrie couldn't get through her mind, what if she fell down?
Locke shrugged: "This is a matter in the bureau."

Anonymous laughed and said, "You started."

"Correct."

Locke looked at Gwen and Carrie, who were chatting and laughing and choosing breakfast, got up, and looked at the unknown person: "But, I am here to increase the strength of the bureau, so, no thanks, let's go."

Done.

Locke walked directly towards Gwen.

The day's plan lies in the morning, breakfast must be eaten.

Anonymous turned his head to look at Locke who was walking towards the dining table, shook his head, sighed that he was young, then got up, put on his sunglasses and walked towards the elevator.

Agents Nash and Egorova, who were dining not far away, also got up and followed closely behind.

Miss Bijoux Distinguished Women's Academy!

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when Locke drove to the women's college with Gwen and Carrie.

When entering the women's college, Gwen immediately felt something different.

A little too quiet.

The pedestrian walking on the side of the road...

"CIA?"

After getting out of the car, Gwen looked at the pedestrians on the sidewalks on both sides of the road, and whispered to Locke, "Is that right?"

Locke hummed and rang the academy's doorbell.

next second.

The iron gate of the college opened automatically.

Zooey's boyfriend, Kyle, who was resurrected from the dead, came over: "Three, Zoe and the others are performing the ceremony of the last meal."

Locke nodded.

Just as witches like to send their enemies to meet God, they also like the last meal, because after the last meal, the guy known as the Son of God was hanged.

However, Gwen was slightly taken aback: "Last meal?"

Kyle nodded.

The selection of the Supreme Witch is not a smooth thing, but an extremely dangerous thing.

Before the selection of the Supreme Witch every 300 years, this last meal is an opportunity for the candidate witches to enjoy the last moment of freedom and peace.

Because after becoming the Supreme Witch, it means that you have to think about the entire Salem witch.

after all……

They would never want to elect a witch like Fiona who used public weapons for private purposes.

However, there is only one Supreme Witch. For other candidates, this last meal is very likely to be the last feast.

After the three of Locke were led into the large lounge by Kyle, their ears moved slightly, and they found Cordelia who was holding the "last meal" next door.

"Since the establishment of the witch group, the selection of successors has always been the responsibility of the supreme witch."

Cordelia looked at Zoe, Madison, and Misty and said so, and then took a look. She was a member of the Salem Witch Council, but she regarded her as her own Myrtle, Said in a deep voice: "But, Fiona not only neglected her duties, she even wanted to kill her successor..."

The pure and bitch Madison squinted her eyes, pouted, and moved her lips lightly.

Correct.

It was her.

Myrtle took the conversation and looked at Zoe, Madison, Misty, and even Cordelia who were sitting on both sides of her: "So, we are going to make an unprecedented decision, the four of you , all have a chance to prove themselves, but only one will succeed."

Zooey, Madison, and Misty were slightly taken aback.

Although they knew a few days ago that they were all qualified to participate in the selection of the Supreme Witch.

but……

Cordelia?

It's like they're hearing it for the first time.

Cordelia will also participate in the selection of the Supreme Witch?

"The Bible says..."

"Although the Bible is all nonsense to us, there are still some words that I like."

"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I thought like a child, but when I grew up, I dropped the child thing."

"Childhood is over, girls!"

Cordelia picked up the champagne in her hand, and looked at the three of Zooey: "Put aside your fears, don't hesitate, don't make big mistakes because of small things, come on!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

"..."

Locke regained his senses and looked at Gwen: "I suddenly discovered that, in fact, being a witch doesn't seem to be without benefits."

Gwen blinked: "Huh?"

Locke shrugged and said, "I suddenly rang. It seems that the legal age of majority for witches is here. In other words, witches can drink alcohol legally."

Gwen had a strange expression: "So, you want to be a witch because you can legally drink alcohol?"

talking.

With a bright smile on Gwen's face, she looked at Locke: "Then what should I call you, sister, Rococo?"

Locke: "..."

Forget it.

Anyway, he still drinks before he turns 21. At most, it’s just that it’s inconvenient to go out in restaurants. Bear with it, after today, there are still three years left.

Changing one's gender in order to drink three years in advance, how stupid it is.

after awhile.

The door of the lounge was pushed open, and then, the Supreme Witch candidates dressed in costumes walked in, led by Myrtle, a member of the Salem Witch Council with red hair.

"Wow."

Gwen and Carrie stood up, looked at Zoe, Madison, and Misty who were dressed as if they were going to the prom, and exclaimed.

After all, the aesthetics of witches has always been online, and they have always been at the forefront of fashion.

Gwen looked at Madison's dress that resembled an evening gown, and said, "Madison, you must tell me the tailor of this dress."

Madison nodded: "Of course, if I can come back alive."

Gwen was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Madison.

Madison smiled and said, "I'm just kidding."

at this time.

Ding Dong!

The iron gate of the academy opened again. This time, it was Mr. Anonymous who brought Agent Nash and Agent Yegorova, and Maria Hill from S.H.I.E.L.D. brought Agent Natasha Romanov who came this morning. walked in.

Enter the door.

Handshake.

Mr. Anonymous shook hands with Myrtle Snow, a member of the Salem Witch Council, expressing his honor in a formulaic and personal way to participate in the selection of the Supreme Witch. The attitude of the witches in Salem is that of win-win cooperation.

Maria Hill took Natasha Romanov and Cordelia shook hands, and the content of the speech was similar, except that there was one more S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who had ordered agents from all over the world to find information about the Salem Witch. the descendants of.

Everyone is here.

Locke sat down with Gwen and Carrie.

first row.

VIP seats.

Mr. Anonymous and Maria Hill are also in the first row. As for the second row, there are Agents Nash and Egorova, and Agent Natasha Romanov who has just arrived here to digest but has not seen it with her own eyes. .

soon.

The red-haired witch Myrtle Snow, who presided over this selection assessment, stood at the established position.

next second!
……

(End of this chapter)