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Chapter 72 Gwen's Gift (First update, please collect!)

The car roars!

"correct."

Locke, who was concentrating on driving, paid attention to Gwen, who was looking sideways and seemed to want to talk, raised his eyebrows, and pointed to the storage compartment on the side of the co-pilot: "There is a gift in it that I bought when I came over."

Gwen opened the storage compartment, looked into her eyes, and saw a small packaged box inside.

"mine?"

"Ah."

Locke laughed and glanced at Gwen: "I heard that there will be a gift on the first date, and I don't know if you will like it."

Gwen glanced sideways at Locke, and took out the small box from the storage compartment.

"Can I take it apart?"

"of course."

If a gift cannot be opened on the spot, then the meaning of the gift will be worthless.

Of course.

This is what the people of the Federation think. As for the people of the East, it would be impolite to open a gift in front of the giver.

"God!"

After Gwen opened the small box, she looked at the gift inside and exclaimed.

Locke drove the vehicle into the campus: "Do you like it?"

This is a purple round crystal necklace, with a small drop-shaped sterling silver pendant hanging on it, exuding a pure light, and the crystal clear purple flickers.

What Locke originally saw was another diamond necklace worth $[-].

but……

If it was given as a gift, there was a 90.00% chance that Gwen would not want it, so Locke made the next best thing and chose this crystal necklace, which was not too expensive.

Gwen glanced at Locke and nodded: "It's beautiful, I like it very much."

Locke smiled.

Gwen also took out a flat but carefully wrapped gift from her handbag, and only after Locke parked the car did she hand it to Locke: "My gift is not as beautiful as yours."

pretty?

better not.

His ideal route is to take the route of a thug in a suit. At worst, he should also take the route of a handsome man, but the hypocrite, even if he drinks the water in the Hudson River, it is impossible for him to take this route.

A man, a man!
A bitch?
Oh shit.

Locke opened the gift that Gwen handed over.

into the eye.

It's also a necklace.

Cross necklace?
Locke's heart moved slightly, he smiled, and looked at Gwen: "Although I am from Texas, I am not a Catholic, but I like it very much, Gwen."

Not every Texas cowboy is a believer.

Not Locke.

His innate wisdom made him unable to convert to any religion. He told him deep in his soul that all gods are vain. If you are useful to me, I respect you. If you are useless to me, I don’t care who you are.

Gwen took the cross necklace from Locke's hand, leaned over, put it on Locke, and smiled, "I know."

Locke raised his eyebrows, looked down at the cross necklace hanging around his neck, smiled, and took the crystal necklace he chose from Gwen's hand to help Gwen put it on.

"It's beautiful."

"Thank you."

The four eyes meet, and the feelings heat up.

at this time.

"Cough cough!"

"..."

Locke and Gwen listened to the sound of knocking on the window, looked around, and saw Kem, who was also in a purple playful evening dress, appeared outside the car at some point, knocking on Locke's windshield.

Great.

When you go to Paris, I won't pack it anymore. If you don't want to go, I will directly charter a special plane for you and take you there.

Thinking so in his heart, Locke exchanged glances with Gwen, and then got out of the car.

"Wow."

Kem seemed to be belatedly, looked at Gwen who got out of the car, dressed up, and blinked: "I just interrupted your good business?"

Gwen rolled her eyes at Kem.

Locke shook hands with the boy next to Kem who was also in a suit and leather shoes.

"Locke!"

"Jason."

After Locke let go, he said curiously, "You're not from Midtown High School, are you?"

Jason nodded: "Yes, I'm from Trinity High School."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Holy Trinity College is a private elite education private college in Manhattan. Simply put, those who can go to school in it are either rich or expensive.

but……

Locke's savings are enough to go to Trinity College, so for him, rich or expensive doesn't work for him. He insists on a very basic point of view.

When a person is killed, he dies!

"How did I not know that the prom moved to the parking lot?"

While a few people were talking, Mary Jane, who was also dressed up to attend, came over from the car with her male companion, and introduced herself to Locke and the others. She looked a bit feminine, but it wasn't the girly-looking man Partner: "Let me introduce my boyfriend, Harry, Harry Bruce, from Brooklyn High School, but he will transfer to our school next year."

Little Green Goblin.

With a thought in his mind, Locke took a few extra glances at Harry Bruce beside Mary Jane.

and many more.

The little green goblin is called Osborn.

Counterfeit?
But Harry Osborn was a poor man, too.

Another victim of a home broken by a spider pit.

The little green goblin is very kind to the little spider. When the little spider was just Peter Parker, he didn't dislike Peter as a poor ghost and treated him like a buddy.

But so what?

After Peter Parker made his fortune, he forgot about the little green goblin in a blink of an eye. Even, the little green goblin asked him for a little blood, but the little spider refused without even thinking about it.

What is this called?
ungrateful.

White-eyed wolf.

I'm not familiar with it!
Locke could go on and on, but it's not necessary, it's clear enough.

soon.

Cindy and Kahn also came over.

Like Mary Jane, Cindy complained about whether the dance would be held in a parking lot, and then they walked towards the gymnasium, talking and laughing.

Locke walked with the boys, like a flower protector, walking behind their female companions.

As the gymnasium got closer and closer, the music and laughter over there became more and more clear.

In stark contrast to this place is the New York Operation Center of Aegis. The atmosphere there is about to condense into substance.

Nick Fury crossed his arms without saying a word, watching the surveillance video of the artificially erased stairwell on the big screen.

next to.

A young man with naturally curly hair was chattering away at his computer with excitement.

"This guy is amazing."

"How awesome?"

"Reminds me of the way the guys from the CIA attack."

Nick Fury listened to this sentence, and looked at Walter O'Brien, who was invited to participate in the restoration and monitoring work, the top hacker known to the Federation, and one of the highest IQs in human history: "You mean, intrusion Is this monitoring the CIA?"

Walter shook his head, talking while working: "I'm not sure, I just said that this kind of modification and erasure method is very similar to the method used by the CIA."

Nick Fury: "..."

(End of this chapter)