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Chapter 57 Thank you, my cowboy (first update, please recommend!)

two years ago.

Chester accepted his daughter's suggestion and planned to retire. It just so happened that he had already handed over everything he taught to Locke, so he followed his daughter to New York.

Locke also learned from the letter sent back by Chester that Chester opened a restaurant in New York with his savings.

God testifies.

Locke had already thought about it at the time, if Chester was poor in his later years, he promised to send Chester to spend his later years in a dignified way, and leave without worry.

but……

Locke obviously misunderstood.

really.

A mentor is a mentor. Even if he retires, the restaurant he opened and the turnover of a day are worth the busy work of Locke for two nights.

Locke complained at the time, could it be that people in New York have lost their sense of taste?

but.

After waiting for a while, after the food came up, Locke didn't want to say anything.

In a word.

A teacher is a teacher, far from being comparable to a student.

really.

The best cowboy in Texas goes to the military and can become the best sniper in the military.

The best cowboy in Texas can become a chef who has won a culinary championship.

what about me?
Locke suddenly thought of himself. He is also known as the number one cowboy in the new era in Texas. If he is not a cowboy, what will be the best?
no doubt.

Killer!
Gwen took a photo after serving a dish over there, and then started eating.

Food can cure all depression.

This is not entirely true, but it is also almost inseparable.

"How about it?"

Locke said, "Don't be depressed."

Gwen looked at Locke: "Thank you, Locke."

Locke smiled: "Let's go, I'll take you back?"

Gwen blinked: "Don't you need to pay?"

Locke laughed: "If I dare to pay, believe it or not, this old guy will come out with a horsewhip to trouble me."

Killers don't need any emotions.

But friends need it.

Chester is not only his mentor, but also his friend, a friend he can trust.

But Chester is now retired.

Locke would use Locke's identity to see Chester, but he would never come to see Chester as a Peerless Assassin. If he had to come, it would be when Chester was in trouble and needed his help.

Locke never liked to cause troubles that had nothing to do with him, but Chester's troubles were an exception. He could help for free, and even, if necessary, he would give money to help.

after awhile.

Locke opened the car door, waved to Chester who was wiping his hands on the second floor of the restaurant over there, and motioned for him to leave, then got in the car and left here.

In the car.

Gwen turned sideways and looked at Locke who was driving: "Tell me the story of you being a cowboy."

Locke smiled: "Didn't you say that New York doesn't need cowboys?"

Gwen shrugged: "But I need to."

Locke glanced at Gwen, and then, after thinking about it, he picked a few, and he followed Chester to learn the story of the cowboy.

Gwen listened attentively, as seriously as if she was listening to a class.

soon.

Gwen's house has arrived.

get off.

When Gwen closed the car door, she leaned forward and said to Locke who was sitting in the car: "Good night, Locke, I am very happy tonight, really, thank you, my cowboy."

Locke made a gesture of taking off his cowboy hat.

Soon.

As Locke drove away, Gwen stood in the doorway of the apartment, a happy smile on her face.

"It's over."

"I'm going to kill him."

"..."

At the window at home, after Gwen and Locke went out to eat, they had been concentrating on listening to George, who was very familiar with the sound of the R8 engine, and ran to the window almost when Locke's R8 drove to the street.

then……

George and Helen heard Gwen Locke's farewell.

Finished calf.

The little cabbage at home was really pushed by a wild boar, and then, it seemed that she planned to take the flower pot and run away with the pot.

No.

George's eyes flickered, and he looked at Helen: "That crime hunter is too crazy, New York is not very safe at night, I think we should set a time for Gwen."

Helen gave George a blank look: "It's only [-]:[-], and it's an hour earlier than the stipulated time of [-]:[-], don't worry, Locke is a very good boy, you didn't say it yourself, and you also said , Locke's talent is very good, isn't it, if you are worried about your daughter's safety, wouldn't it be good to get Locke a gun license?"

George opened his mouth wide: "He's only 16 years old, not yet eighteen."

Federal laws come step by step. At the age of 16, you can obtain a driver's license. If you have no mental illness and no criminal record, you can obtain a gun license. At the age of 21, you can drink alcohol...

George said so, and then, after a pause, he said: "However, Locke's gun sense and fighting skills are indeed very talented, and he is worthy of being a cowboy."

The Lone Star State only produces the strong!
just.

Helen glanced at Gwen who entered the door, and looked at George: "Don't think about it, if you think about letting him go to some police school, your daughter will make trouble for you. After all, Locke is now your daughter alone. Cowboys."

Gwen, who had just entered the door, blinked her eyes, and then, her face was a little red: "Mom!"

really.

heard?
Gwen looked at the mysterious smile on her mother Helen's face, and the unshakable expression on her father George's face, opened her mouth, and walked directly towards the stairs: "I'm going back to my room."

talking.

Gwen fled directly.

Star Building.

"Ding!"

When Locke stepped out of the elevator and took out the key to open the door, he raised his eyebrows, squatted down, and looked at a long hair that fell to the ground.

This is no stranger to long hair.

It's Gwen's.

When Gwen came over a few days ago, Locke took away one of Gwen's long hair without leaving a trace, and used it to do some things, such as adding a defensive method.

such as……

Make sure, when you are not at home, has anyone come in at home.

now?

People have been in the house.

Good guy.

How is the security of the Xingchen Building done? Is it easy for anyone to sneak in their feelings?
Locke was a little speechless, and seriously doubted that the security of the Star Building was too boastful.

The last time, people from the fraternity came to his house. It was because Locke's sixth sense was superb, and he smelled something that shouldn't be in his house, so he concluded that there was someone at home.

But if the fraternity came to his house and then left, in fact, Locke might not know it, so there was Gwen's hair.

In fact, we can't blame other people's security.

After all, the rank of security is too low.

The worst rank in fraternity is platinum.

Take a silver to defend against platinum, what's the difference between that and a white one?

and so……

What rank is it coming in this time?

Locke put away Gwen's long hair, took out the key, and opened the door.

……

(End of this chapter)