A Certain Marvel Super Player

Locke raised his eyebrows!

next second.

Locke smiled directly.

"Mr. Anonymous."

Locke slowly put the wine glass in his hand aside, then, with a smile, looked at Anonymous who said this carefully, shook his head and said: "Whether it is Lorraine Broughton, also Or this or something Eric, they, to me, are just strangers."

That's all!

Put it this way.

If it wasn't for Lorraine Broughton's death, Locke would have killed this Lorraine Broughton with his own hands by the woman's repeated attempts to set things on him.

And it's the kind of death that's just the beginning.

Again.

Locke never thought that this Lorraine Broughton was worthy of his mother. .

There is life without nourishment, and the broken fingers can be reported.

There is life and nourishment, and decapitation can be reported.

No life, no support, no reward.

In a word.

In Locke's childhood memories, Lorraine Broughton has never appeared. If it wasn't for his natural opening in this life, Frankly speaking, Locke could not guarantee that he would survive to the age of five.

after all……

People who haven't experienced it can't believe what kind of time Locke spent in the Texas orphanage.

so!

After Locke said this, he laughed even more, looked at the anonymous and said, "If the bureau wants me to kill this Eric to prove my loyalty, don't worry, I will do it well. ."

Originally, Locke had done a good job in this task. If this goal did not meet his order requirements, how would he complete this task?

at the moment?

no need.

Locke was even willing to take the list for himself for free.

after all……

A father who abandons his son is not worthy of being a father.

Um.

but……

Anonymous's next sentence disturbed Locke.

"Do not……"

Anonymous shook his head and said, "Eric Heller is not your father."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

"what?"

Locke narrowed his eyes: "Then you just said..."

Anonymous said, "The bureau and Marissa Wigler are so suspicious."

"But you..."

"I'm just saying that during that time, Eric Heller was indeed in a relationship with your mother...Lorraine Broughton. I didn't say that he would definitely be your...father."

"Ah."

Locke couldn't help shaking his head, and then looked at Anonymous with the eyes of an idiot: "Is it true or not, in other words, does the bureau have no DNA of mine?"

Isn't it possible to know by DNA test?

Anonymous shrugged and said, "We don't have Eric Heller's DNA. If we did, do you think this traitor would be able to leave the bureau for so long?"

Locke touched his chin: "Your agents, you don't have DNA?"

Anonymous sighed: "When Eric Heller betrayed, he deleted all his information."

Locke frowned.

"wrong."

"What's up?"

"You don't want me to take this mission."

"Um?"

Locke grabbed the wine glass in his hand again, thinking of the feeling that from the beginning to the present, Anonymous's words vaguely made him give up this task, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Anonymous: "From the beginning to now, you seem to want me to give up this task. Mission, and, without test data, you seem pretty sure Eric Heller isn't my father, you know him?"

Anonymous shook his head: "No, I don't know, but, I admit, after I found you, I did look for you."

"and then?"

"Your mother... Lorraine Broughton was a legend."

"what."

When Locke heard this sentence, he couldn't help laughing: "Legend, it should never end, but this is not the point, back to the original question, is there any reason why you don't want me to take this mission? "

Anonymous shrugged: "Eric Heller is also a legend."

Locke frowned: "Are you worried, I will die?"

at this time.

The speed of the car has gradually slowed down, and it has entered the Kennedy International Airport.

Anonymous shook his head and said directly: "There is something weird about this task, I can feel that there are some things that Marisa Wigler didn't want me to know."

Locke looked at Anonymous and did not speak.

Half an hour later!

on the plane.

"Sir, the bourbon you want."

"thanks!"

in first class.

Locke took the bourbon handed over by a forty-year-old flight attendant and said thank you. Don't think that the flight attendants in the Federation are all the kind of pretty girls.

That's bullshit.

Most of the federal airlines, flight attendants, are also in their forties.

Locke took a sip of bourbon, then opened a notebook that Anonymous handed him before boarding the plane. After lighting it up, only one document stood out on the notebook's desktop.

Open.

Profile of Eric Heller.

even……

And Lorraine Broughton's profile.

To be precise, it is the CIA, which internally manages and stores the information in the archives. There are many pages in the documents, and most of them are scanned and entered in paper documents.

Locke looked at the creation time, it was created for the first time two days ago, and, looking at the completion time of this document, it seems that Mr. Anonymous took nearly three hours to complete it.

"Tsk tsk."

Locke shook his head: "Another not very old, but still an old antique."

A document that takes three hours?

This level is almost catching up with George.

When George was doing computer documentation, it took about the same amount of time, and even, sometimes, he took a cup of hot cocoa and ran to Gwen to ask Gwen to help.

But since Gwen moved to the Xingchen Building, I heard from Helen that sometimes, George can make a document, from the evening to the next morning. For this reason, I heard that he also signed up for an office software training class or something.

Locke felt that it was necessary to ask George the contact information of the training class, and then send it to Anonymous, so that Anonymous would also go to study, just in time, they could make up a pair of brothers and sisters with George.

Of course.

This is a later story, and now, Locke is watching the document at hand with great interest.

Locke had also bought from the black market before, and even hacked into the CIA's data system to tinker with Lorraine Broughton's data.

but……

Those materials were all smeared, and most of the content was blacked out, and the current one is the original version, not only recording how Lorraine Broughton was recruited, the results in the training academy , and even every task performed is clearly written.

It's just a resume with no secrets.

Just as Locke imagined.

Lorraine Broughton's grades in the training academy are very good, almost on par with Locke's grades in the training academy. In the words of the instructor, her growth rate surprised her, and even made her feel Horror, it seems, was born to Lorraine Broughton.

That's not the point.

The point is, the instructor's name.

Marissa Wigler!

Locke raised his eyebrows, this point, when he was with Anonymous just now, Anonymous didn't say it.

Not just Lorraine Broughton, but even this Eric Heller, the instructor at the time, was also Marisa Wiegler.

and……

Locke touched his chin and looked at a common point in the separated mission resumes of Lorraine Broughton and Eric Heller, his eyes flickering slightly.

Most of the tasks are separate, because Lorraine Broughton was recruited by Anonymous, and this Eric Heller was recruited by Marisa Wiegler, naturally, the tasks they performed, They are all done by themselves.

However, there is one task that overlaps.

However, this task is just one. No matter how Locke looks at it, he thinks that it is nothing special, and even there is nothing worthy of attention. Therefore, no matter how you look at it, it feels strange.

Locke took out the satellite phone from his arms and called Anonymous directly. After the call was connected, he asked curiously, "What the **** is this 'Lighthouse Project'?"

"You noticed?"

"Ah."

Locke smiled: "You gave me the notebook, don't you just want to test my observation."

"of course not."

Mr. Anonymous has also boarded his private jet at this moment. Hearing this, he laughed and said, "If I told you that I was also investigating this 'Lighthouse Project', would you believe it? "

"letter?"

Locke smiled and said, "Why don't you believe it? If you want to hide it, there is absolutely no need to tell me, and if you lie, trust me, I can see it."

"thanks."

Anonymous got up, walked into his bedroom on the plane, closed the door, and said directly: "This 'Lighthouse Project' has been stopped, and all the information has been destroyed. Guess what, it turned out , who is in charge of this plan?"

"Marissa Wigler?"

"right."

"This is a regular garrison plan, and logically, there is no reason to let Lorraine Broughton and this Eric Heller execute it together."

Locke said so, when he was in the special agent training academy, the classification of the nature of the tasks was also taught.

Anonymous said: "At the time, I was taking over the investigation."

"Um?"

"During that time~www.NovelMTL.com~ I was suspected of defecting."

"……Yes?"

"Yes, I won't know about this task until I come back."

"You didn't ask Lorraine?"

"I asked. At that time, my people were handed over to Marisa Wigler to take over temporarily, so this task was a normal task, and I didn't care."

"Then when did you care?"

Locke smiled: "After death?"

Anonymous said: "To be precise, I only cared about it when you received this task. I found out that after Eric Heller defected, the 'Lighthouse Project' was called by the director at the time. Stop, guess who's the supervisor?"

Locke was expressionless, and a person recalled in his mind: "Walter Burke?"

anonymous:"……"