When Wuming came here in a hurry, Wuming, who was in the helicopter, stared at the secret base below, and his whole body was completely stunned.

Then…

The whole person feels bad.

Rumble!

American Samoa is an island country, and when the first sun appeared the next day, it was already raining heavily on the island.

However, this symbolizes that the heavy rain that can wash away all filth cannot wash away the filth of the secret base at this moment.

Even, even in the helicopter, Anonymous can feel it, it can be said that it is the smell of blood that soars into the sky.

Not to mention…

On the outskirts of the base, with the blood washing away, there were corpses strewn everywhere.

Boom!

"Sir?"

"..."

Anonymous heard the driver's roar, came back to his senses, and said in a deep voice: "Land down!"

The pilot wanted to say, in this situation, it is better not to land, but since Anonymous said so, the pilot also held back his suggestion to his stomach, and then controlled the helicopter to land at the designated landing place .

quite a while.

After the plane came to a complete stop, Anonymous opened the cabin door. In an instant, compared with mid-air, the more intense and **** smell of blood rushed straight to the sky...

This **** concentration made Anonymous have an illusion. I'm afraid that the more than 500 agents in this secret base are all dead, right?

Well…

In fact, Anonymous guessed right.

When Anonymous led a few agents from the outside and forcibly opened the entrance of the base, in an instant, the **** smell and the **** smell that permeated the entire base, as if a scene of a massacre, appeared in a complete and complete manner. In sight.

"Onishet!"

"God."

"Jesus Christ!"

Wuming's pupils trembled, and the agents who came in behind couldn't help the shock in their hearts and exclaimed.

"Sir."

After being shocked, an agent looked at the detector in his hand, recovered his senses, and walked to the side of Anonymous: "There are two signals."

Anonymous returned to his senses: "Where is it?"

The agent checked out the floor map of the base, then confirmed it and said: "The floor of the detention room."

Wuming was slightly taken aback, and looked at the agent.

By the way...

This result, why is he not surprised at all?

wrong.

Two vital signs?

Shouldn't there be only one?

half an hour later.

Anonymous walked into the floor where Locke was, and from a distance, he saw the dead body with its throat cut lying at the door of a certain detention room.

at this time.

Locke, who was in the detention room, said, "Mr. Anonymous, is that you?"

Hearing Locke's voice, Anonymous had the urge to laugh for some reason, and made a gesture with the agent behind him, walked to the door of the detention room, and looked at Locke, who was sitting face to face drinking in the detention room, and... Mace.

"Wow."

"What's wrong?"

"Just a little surprised."

"oh?"

The nameless person glanced at the already cold Marisa Wigler on the ground, then looked at the still alive Mace, smiled, and met Locke's gaze and said: "I thought, with you Together, it should be the Peerless Assassin."

Locke raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Then you are late, probably, a few hours ago, the Peerless Assassin left. You know, he is a killer. After the contract is completed, he naturally left."

Mr. Anonymous nodded, looking at Marisa Vigler's body on the ground: "So, this was killed by the Wushuang Assassin?"

Locke shrugged: "You can watch the surveillance..."

Speaking of which.

Locke seemed to have thought of something, and made a pity expression: "However, the Peerless Assassin seems to have taken away all the surveillance cameras here before leaving. It's too bad."

Anonymous stared at Locke, and said with a smile, "Yeah, it's too bad, but, I think, you have witnesses, so don't worry that the bureau will think you killed Marisa Vigler."

Locke smiled and said, "Of course, Mace can testify for me. God, the Peerless Assassin planned to solve both of us."

"Then why not?"

"I have money."

"..."

Locke looked at the nameless man and said with a smile: "The Peerless Assassin said he had been traveling for a year and had no money, so he accepted the order. It just so happens that I have money, so I settled it with money. Yes, maybe, The bureau can reimburse me, five million for each person, and a total of ten million for me."

Nameless's eyebrows twitched.

Locke smiled exceptionally brightly.

soon.

The secret base in American Samoa suffered an unprecedented massacre, and the news that there were only two survivors was sent back to the Langley headquarters.

moment.

Langley headquarters were shocked.

I was already mentally prepared to be connected to this news. After all, after that, Walter Burke, who couldn't get through to Marisa Vigler's phone anymore, couldn't help but his pupils trembled.

bang.

Walter Burke got up subconsciously, pushed his office away, and galloped towards Chief Langley's office.

It wasn't until three o'clock in the afternoon in Washington DC that Locke, Anonymous and others took a helicopter and arrived at the aircraft parking lot of the Langley headquarters.

Get off the plane.

Crash!

More than a dozen agents rushed out from not far away, but did not point their pistols at Locke and the others.

Anonymous took off his glasses, looked at Walter Burke who came out from behind, and said with a laugh: "Walter, I thought that our relationship was already in turmoil, but I didn't expect you to welcome me back so much. "

Walter Burke sneered twice, his eyes fell on Locke and Mace, and he looked at the unknown: "The Samoa base group has been destroyed, and the director gave me full authority to investigate."

"Congratulations, so you're leaving?"

"hehe."

Walter Burke ignored Nameless's intentional foolishness, nodded to the agent next to him, and then said to Nameless: "I'm not interested in joking with you now."

Several agents walked directly in front of Locke and Mace, and then made polite gestures.

The smile on Anonymous's face remained unchanged, and he looked at Locke: "Are you okay?"

Locke shrugged: "Don't worry about me, it's not me who should be worried."

Anonymous seemed to think of something, and let out a oh.

Walter Burke narrowed his eyes and looked at Anonymous.

The Nameless Man looked at Walter Burke with a look of surprise: "Don't you know, the next target of the Peerless Assassin is you."

Walter Burke sniffed.

but…

Anonymous took out a crime notice wrapped in a plastic bag from his arms, and handed it to Walter Burke: "This is where the unparalleled assassin is leaving.

At that time, it was placed on the keyboard in the monitoring room, with your name on it, maybe it should be given to you. "

Walter Burke stared at the crime notice that Anonymous was handing to him while he was speaking," and the expression on his face became extremely rich and exciting.

The notoriety of the Peerless Assassin spread far and wide.

After disappearing for a year, just relying on this order, in an instant, countless people have been awakened, and since their debut, the 100% completion rate of the task has been remembered.

However, losing is not losing.

Walter Burke took a deep breath, directly took the crime notice in the hands of the anonymous man, and said with a sneer, "Peerless Assassin, if he comes here, I will let him know what real cruelty is!"

Locke raised his eyebrows.

He took this sentence as an invitation.

Anonymous smiled, glanced at Locke, and Mace, then nodded, and left the scene with his other people, walking towards the director's office.

Walter Burke sneered, looked at Locke and Mace, and threw the criminal blacklist on the ground: "Take it to the interrogation room."

ten minutes later.

Locke sat in the interrogation room, looking at the environment of the interrogation room.

The interrogation room in Locke's impression is still somewhat different. Compared with the NYPD's, it looks cleaner and tidy, and then, compared with the FBI's, it seems so high-end.

"Um."

Locke crossed his legs, sipped the coffee in his hand, and then watched a gray-haired agent who came in from the outside~lightnovelpub.net~ smiled and said: "Even coffee is better than the New York Police Department and the federal government." The coffee from the Bureau of Investigation is better."

“Authentic Jamaican Coffee.”

The gray-haired agent heard this, said something with a smile, and then reached out to Locke: "Conklin, Alexander Conklin, senior special agent."

Locke put down his coffee and shook hands with Alexander Conklin in front of him: "Locke, junior agent."

"Need an extra cup of coffee."

"no thank you."

Alexander Conklin nodded with a smile, pulled away the chair, brushed his tie, sat down, and coughed: "You know the rules, so, don't you mind telling me the story?"

Locke shrugged, "Of course."

talking.

Locke then told Alexander Conklin in front of him how he arrived at the secret base, how he was imprisoned by Marisa Vigler, and then the Peerless Assassin came to kill him.

When it comes to unparalleled assassins.

A trace of rejoicing flashed across Locke's face, and he even sighed a little: "Fortunately, I was kidnapped by the Wushuang Assassin before, and I also gave the Wushuang Assassin a list. There are no opportunities to buy your life with money, so I am so fortunate.”

The expression is wonderful.

The tone is firm.

People have to be convinced.

Believe it or not.

Because, in the interrogation room next door, what Metz, who was also under investigation, said was the same as what Locke said.

Unless the bureau can find a third survivor, or find evidence later.

Otherwise...

What Locke said is the truth!

Nothing but the truth is the truth!

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