Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 363 The First Leading Party

"grown ups."

Assistant Dolan opened the door and walked in. Looking at the 36th generation Dolan behind the desk, he gave up his seat and said, "They're here."

The 36th generation Dolan hummed and looked up.

next second.

The 36th generation Dolan was dumbfounded.

coming?

Who the hell is here?
They are not the people the old man wants you to bring up.

The 36th generation Dolan's thoughts changed sharply, his pupils dilated, and he exclaimed!
"dark……"

"boom!"

"Oh!"

Carrie moved her right hand towards the 36th-generation Dolan who almost jumped up from the seat in shock, and her left hand was like pinching a chicken, the magic power surged, and directly gave the assistant Dolan who brought them in just now. Volley lifted up.

moment.

The 36th generation Dolan, and that Dolan assistant, both clutched their necks tightly with both hands, as if they were fighting wits with the air.

Click.

Locke flicked his right hand, took out a large lock, and locked the door from the inside. Then, he turned around and looked at Assistant Dolan who was hanging in the air and raised his eyebrows.

"Ahhhh!"

Locke laughed twice in surprise, and looked at Assistant Dolan: "Why were you hanged?"

Assistant Dolan flushed.

Locke turned his head to look at Carrie, and said with a smile, "He brought us here with good intentions, and we can't repay favors."

Carrie understood and withdrew her left hand.

Boom!
Assistant Dolan was like a soft-legged shrimp, and landed on the equally expensive floor with a snap. Then, he let go of his hands, pressed the floor, and coughed violently while gasping for breath.

Locke walked over to Dolan's assistant.

squat.

Pat on the back.

Locke's tone seemed to be concerned about a good friend of his. He patted Assistant Dolan on the back, looked at Assistant Dolan whose cough gradually slowed down, and said with a smile, "How is it, is it better?"

Assistant Dolan seemed a little weak, but his complexion gradually improved.

at this time.

Boom boom boom!
It seems that the people outside heard the unusual coughing sound inside, and found something. When they were about to push the door, they found that the door couldn't be opened no matter what, and the big lock was smashed against the door panel.

"Priest!"

"grown ups."

"Pope Dolan!"

"..."

Dolan... the Pope?
Locke listened to a title coming from outside, looked up, looked at the only 36th generation Dolan who was lifted up in the air by Carrie, and raised the corner of his mouth: "I don't know yet, is there such a title?"

No.30 Sixth Generation Dolan's face was flushed, as if he was about to suffocate.

"Ha ha."

Locke smiled and looked at Carrie: "Go, do what you want, I'm here, chatting with this assistant."

He promised Carrie that there is also a Dolan church in New York. All the persecution of witches originated from this Dolan church. The New Orleans case and the endless witch bones in Lake Riley are all because of Dolan church.

now……

It's time to pay off the debt.

Carrie looked at Locke and nodded.

next second.

boom!
Carrie turned around and looked at the slammed door, the magic power surged, and in an instant, the three-meter-high door covered with gold lacquer flew out in parallel and upside down.

In an instant.

The Dolan believers who flocked to the gate, trying to break the door to save people, the person standing behind the gate, couldn't dodge, was directly smashed by the parallel blasted gate, and with a bang, he was shot abruptly On the wall across the corridor.

Flat!

"Boom!"

Carrie walked out of the room, looked up, Syndra's crown appeared directly, spread her hands, and five dark magic balls appeared directly.

boom!
boom!
boom!
The Dolan congregants who came up from the stairs saw the No.30 sixth-generation Dolan being pulled in mid-air, and their expressions suddenly changed. Then, looking at Carrie, the weapons in their hands were Qi The fire was fired.

only……

When the dense bullets were about to approach Carrie's body, five dark magic balls quickly began to rotate around the suspended Carrie. With the sound of clanging, the bullets that hit Carrie were instantly shot down by the dark magic balls , and then spread out in all directions.

In an instant!
The entire corridor was filled with screams and screams!

But it's not Carrie's, but the unlucky ghost who was shot several times by his own people!
puff.

A believer couldn't dodge in time, he paused, and looked down at his chest. Before he could think about it, the back of his head hurt. The moment he opened his mouth, there was a bang, and his whole head burst like a ripe watermelon. .

"what!"

"Fake!"

"Don't shoot, Shet!"

"Call the police, call the police!"

"..."

Locke, who was in the 36th generation Dolan's office, looked at the Dolan congregation who were scurrying in the corridor with their heads in their hands, screaming and howling, and then couldn't help laughing when he heard a sentence in it.

Call the police?

When you found out that you were going to die, did you know to go to the police station?
Why did you go early?
Locke thought so, looking at the Dolan congregation who fell down one after another in the corridor, his eyes flickered, and he didn't have any sympathy for these people who lost their lives, but just sighed that he deserved to be a big customer of hell.

Let's say that.

Locke feels that sometimes, the performance he completes in one day accounts for one-third of the performance that Hell needs to complete every day.

Mephisto should give himself the SVIP treatment.

For example, VIP access to hell or something.

boom!
In the corridor, there was a mess, Dolan's congregation was in a mess!
Carrie raised her head, broke through the roof, and flew out with No.30 sixth-generation Dolan. Although the Dolan Church's cleansing and trial of witches was done secretly, Carrie would not do this.

next second.

Hearing the exclamation, screams and shouts from outside, Locke smacked his mouth, came back to his senses, looked at Assistant Dolan who was trembling under his feet, holding his head, like an ostrich, and then looked A leather sofa over there: "Come on, let's talk."

Assistant Dolan, who was holding his head, shivered.

"did not hear it?"

Locke had already turned around and leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, looked at Dolan's ostrich who was still hatching like an egg, and smiled: "I'm saying something, if you don't get up, then you will go to hell."

The words just fell.

There was a scream, and Dolan ostrich jumped up from the floor as if it had been loaded with springs. Then, with nowhere to rest his hands, he swung his hands, and stared at Locke with the ugly expression on his face like his dead mother. .

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"Smile!"

"……hehe."

"..."

Looking at the stiff expression on that face, Locke smiled. It really didn't look like his dead mother, but rather like Dolan's ostrich who killed the whole family. He sighed, and pointed to the sofa next to him without demanding anything. :"sit!"

"No...don't dare!"

"Then you want to die?"

"No!"

Dolan ostrich shook his whole body, said something, and then, with a whoosh, sat on Locke's finger sofa, and the sitting posture was the most upright he had ever dared to swear.

"That's right."

Locke said with a smile, looked at the wine cabinet in the 36th generation Dolan's office, shook his head, and took out his Thunder Bourbon from his inventory.

He does not care about every bottle of wine here, nor will he drink it.

after all……

From a certain point of view, every bottle of wine here is stained with the blood of the witch, and as an ally of the Salem witch, as well as the boss behind the entire Salem, drinking this kind of wine is just like that [Chen When you are about to fight to the death, why did your majesty surrender first! ] Somewhat similar.

"Come on, have a drink!"

"no, thank you."

Dolan's ostrich looked like a friend, and when he was about to refuse the fine wine that was handed over to him on the grounds that Dolan's disciples banned alcohol, he saw Locke's narrowed eyes sparkling, quickly took the glass, and drank it down in one gulp.

then……

Coughed violently.

Locke laughed out loud.

Dolan's ostrich's face turned red even more.

Locke shook his head, leaned against the sofa, crossed his legs, took a sip of the wine, looked at Dolan Ostrich who lowered his head, wiped the corner of his mouth, and held the glass with both hands tremblingly: "I ask, you say, after asking , I will let you live, in every sense of the word."

After all, Dolan Ostrich became a leading party.

If even the leading party is killed, the implication is not very good. The most important point is that this is the first leading party, but it will never be the last, so no matter what, the first one cannot be killed.

not to mention……

There is no witch's blood on this guy, and the No. 30 sixth generation has been brought out by Carrie, tied to a shelf, and is about to execute the witch's ruling. very big.

really.

Hearing these words, Dolan Ostrich couldn't help looking at Locke, and in his eyes, the fire of hope that was instinctively burning up.

"You have no jokes!"

"..."

Although the God of Dimension is not a real God, no matter what, the God of Dimension must be equal or higher than the god of the world, not to mention that his energy is endless, and there is no need to plunder other dimensions. Over time, the dimension will grow by itself, so it is normal to call yourself a king!
Locke then looked at Dolan the ostrich.

"your name."

"Louis, Martin Lewis!"

"Nice name."

Locke nodded, looked at Dolan the ostrich, no, looked at Martin Louis, and smiled and said, "How long have you been with the 36th generation Dolan?"

Martin Luis swallowed his saliva: "Ten years!"

Locke raised his eyebrows and looked at Martin Louis, who was not very old: "How old are you?"

"twenty!"

"...You have followed since you were ten years old?"

"……Yes."

"Ten years old... what can I do?"

"..."

After Locke finished speaking, he looked at Martin Louis curiously, and then saw Martin Louis' entire face turn rosy and shiny.

Followed by.

humiliation!

anger!
Unwilling!

All kinds of expressions came out in unison.

and many more!

Seeing this, Locke raised his eyebrows!
……

(End of this chapter)