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Chapter 608 Locke: I am good at ventriloquism (second update!!)

Where is Locke hiding?
In fact, Locke didn't hide anywhere.

As soon as the hiding technique was activated, he was on the roof of the target house. With the help of the night light and his black suit, as long as he lowered his head, he could perfectly blend into the darkness.

no way.

The clothes are black, but the face is white.

After three months of training, Locke knew too well the group of students who were put into the game by Walter Burke at the same time. Although, in Locke's eyes, except for a few people who could name them, everyone else Weak chicken.

However, it is undeniable that one of the people who can be noticed by Langley, recruited, or even come here is counted as one, and indeed has the potential to be an agent.

Killers are not the same as killers.

The same goes for agents.

At most, these people, most of them, can only become ordinary agents, that is, the kind that, even if the profession is high-end, the name cannot be remembered by others.

but……

Among the weak chicken agents, it is not comparable to ordinary people, especially, no one knows better than Locke, such a guy wants to catch his mood and impulse.

Locke can guarantee that if he hides outside and is slowly infiltrating in, those guys will definitely find all kinds of unreasonable reasons and rush in directly.

The most important thing.

It's almost time for a daily video with Gwen.

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked at the lighted up mobile phone in his hand, and directly chose to connect.

"Hey, Locke!"

"Hey!"

"..."

Gwen looked at Locke, who was in darkness above his head, and heard Locke's low voice, blinked, and lowered his voice involuntarily: "What are you doing?"

"play games!"

"game?"

"Ah."

Locke briefly told Gwen how he made a deal with Walter Burke in order to spend Christmas with Gwen, and what tasks he has to do now: "Don't worry, I can go back tomorrow."

Gwen opened her mouth wide.

in the monitoring room.

Several agents looked at each other, looked at the signal displayed on the screen, which was communicating with the outside world, blinked their eyes, and looked at the tacitly approved signal owner, speechless for a while.

Good guy.

They were looking for where Locke was. As a result, Locke seemed to be hiding, and even made a leisurely call over there, as if he didn't take this test to heart at all.

Walter Burke also felt insulted when he looked at the signal that appeared: "Where is the location?"

Several agents shook their heads and said: "There is no way to locate it, this is a signal of tacit approval by the bureau."

One's own does not spy on one's own unless authorized to do so.

After all, if you keep your head down and don't look up, if this matter gets out, it's okay if the outside world finds out, but if it's known by your own people, then what safety is there?
However, the signal didn't last long before disappearing.

After knowing that Locke was working hard to come back for Christmas, Gwen didn't dare to disturb Locke, and hung up the phone quickly.

Locke, who was on the roof, looked up at the moon hidden in the dark clouds and looked at the time.

32:[-].

Okay.

After work, it's about the same time. I can go back to the dormitory at twelve o'clock and take a shower. The time should be about the same.

Locke thought so, put the phone back into his pocket, and then, in a very unscientific manner, put his feet against the eaves, hung upside down, slowly and gently removed the equipment in the attic of the house, and then, did not send out If there was any movement at all, they directly entered the attic without making a sound.

"call."

Locke landed slowly with bare feet, turned his head and glanced at the attic window, not the kind of formal window, but the kind of window that resembles a ventilation duct: "It's time to find a yoga teacher."

When he was young, Locke felt that doing this kind of thing was easy and effortless.

at the moment?

Still a bit less flexible.

Thinking in his heart, Locke quietly came to the stairs of the attic, watched it open, and it could be connected to the stair partition below.

"Jeff, you said that guy Locke won't be here until four o'clock."

"will not!"

In the house, in the corridor under the attic, a student dressed like a bodyguard was standing and talking in a low voice. The student named Jeff said: "That guy came here according to the secret agent operation manual."

"also……"

The student who was the first to speak just nodded, but in the next second, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, and then, with a bang, he rolled his eyes and fell straight behind under Jeff's gaze.

Seeing this, Jeff, who had just spoken, froze a bit.

Onisha...

"do not move!"

Locke landed lightly, pointed the dagger at Jeff's throat, covered Jeff's mouth when he turned around, smiled and whispered: "You hang up."

Jeff's eyes widened.

at this time.

The student bodyguard who was staying on patrol said through the walkie-talkie: "Hey, Jeff, what's the situation on your side, it's been 10 minutes, James let us call in 10 minutes, over."

Jeff, whose mouth was covered, heard the voice on the walkie-talkie. Although he couldn't speak, the eyes that were staring at Locke inadvertently showed infinite joy.

You are finished.

Just such an expression.

Can……

Locke looked at Jeff whose mouth was covered, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, took the walkie-talkie that Jeff was holding in his arms, and cleared his throat: "It's normal up there, Roy, but I think that guy Locke will definitely not follow the instructions. The four points mentioned in the manual guide must be advanced, this guy likes to take an unusual path, over."

"James thinks so too. By the way, pay attention to the attic. That guy's sneaking skill is also our No. 1. Over."

"You also pay attention, over."

Jeff whose mouth was covered, his pupils constricted greatly at this moment.

Without him.

It was Locke who was speaking just now, but the voice was his voice.

Good guy!
Jeff came to his senses, but just when Jeff was about to struggle and report the letter directly, after a muffled groan, he rolled his eyes and fainted gorgeously in Locke's arms.

3 minute later.

Locke tied up the two of Jeff, and by the way, his mouth was tightly wrapped with tape. Although, Locke's blow can guarantee that the two will not wake up until the game is over.

But, be prepared, you're right.

Locke's creed has always been that he would rather plan for a rainy day than repair it after a disaster.

after awhile.

After another 10 minutes, Locke once again used Jeff's voice to communicate with the students downstairs who were also in pairs together, and watched the two people downstairs through the gap in the stairwell.

According to Walter Burke, the target couple is the middle and high level of the KGB, and, because of intelligence reasons, naturally, it is normal to have patrolling bodyguards at home.

In some rich people's homes, there is a special floor reserved for the daily activities of the bodyguards.

Therefore, it is normal for the target's home to have six bodyguards.

Locke couldn't find any point to refute this, but Locke didn't intend to refute.

Again.

Locke is not afraid of playing big, but he is afraid that others will not be able to play.

Another 10 minutes passed.

It's time to contact upstairs and downstairs every 10 minutes. Obviously, these guys are still cheating. Otherwise, who the fuck is the bodyguard at home who will call me once every 10 minutes.

Locke bluffs again with Jeff's voice.

30 seconds later.

Locke grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Roy?"

Under Locke's gaze, Roy stopped near the stairs: "What's wrong?"

Locke said, "Do you have smoke over there?"

Roy was slightly taken aback and said, "Where's yours?"

"Stop smoking, damn Q, he doesn't smoke."

"Then I'll give it to you."

"Thanks, I'm going to the stairs now."

"Row."

Locke finished speaking in Jeff's voice, then looked at Roy downstairs with a smile on his face, shook his head, took out a cigarette from his arms, and walked straight up the stairs.

Roy just went upstairs and rolled his eyes.

Locke took Roy directly, quietly, and put Roy on the ground. This time, he was not tied.

No time to.

"It's okay upstairs."

"It's okay, I just went to the attic to see it."

"Hey Q!"

"Damn it, the window is leaking."

"Haha, we're okay, let's go."

"it is good."

Locke used his superb ventriloquism to play two roles. After completing the conversation, Locke walked down the stairs directly and aboveboard.

The student who partnered with Roy looked at the figure appearing on the stairs, and listened to the conversation between Roy and Jeff just now, and laughed, "Fortunately, the two of us don't have a seat on the top floor...W..."

Locke looked at the student who was still maintaining that frightened expression before he fainted, and shrugged: "Sorry."

talking.

Locke dragged this guy aside, glanced at it, and, like a few others, they were all pistols loaded with plastic bullets, and shook his head.

One by one, they all like to choose guns.

Haven't these people heard that within seven steps, I am invincible?
Only two people left.

inside the house.

Locke is actually quite happy, there are bodyguards in this house.

In a word.

Human troubles can never compare to the troubles caused by machines.

If no one is in the room, then, without a doubt, various motion sensors must be on.

But right now?
Gee.

Who paid attention to this?
Locke clicked twice, although he said so, but through the phone call just now, there is no doubt that he already had a rough guess in his mind.

James Clayton.

It was the bartender who was spotted and recruited by Walter Burke. His grades could compete with Patriot Jack for third place in shooting, and he could even compete with Mays for second place in psychological tests.

Moreover, Walter Burke made it clear that he wanted this guy to be in charge, and it was not unexpected for Locke to let him take charge of the cat side.

James Clayton may think that as long as there are people in the house, they can rush in immediately after being alarmed. Even if Locke sneaks in, he can basically be regarded as a loser.

but……

The ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny.

Pity.

Locke licked his lips, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

……

(End of this chapter)