"because…"

"From the moment I open my eyes and see the world, the world is one big game to me."

"What's more, it's a stand-alone game!"

"The most important thing is that even though I haven't played it, I know how it will end."

"so…"

"I'm wearing glasses!"

"When I wear glasses, the world I see with my eyes open is a game, while for me without glasses, the world I see with my eyes open is life."

"A life that I try to fit into."

"But…"

Locke looked at the dying Melinda May with great interest, looking at himself, as if looking at Melinda May who was mentally ill, and tilted his head: "Why do you have to test me without glasses?"

Melinda May's chest gasped.

Locke's tone was faint: "Believe me, you don't want to face me who doesn't wear glasses and treats the world as a game."

Melinda May's tone was extremely weak: "We will catch..."

The words have not yet fallen!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Melinda's eyes were wide open, her head was tilted back, and a bullet hole appeared between her eyebrows.

"hehe."

The corners of Locke's mouth raised slightly, and he lowered his head. In his opinion, the glasses used to seal his complete explosion of the player's desire to kill again, and slowly got up: "I know you will not let it go, but the reason why I tell you is that In order for you to tell them why while you wait for Nick Fury and the others down there, I won’t waste my time.”

Is it weird that Nick Fury isn't here to watch the escort?

This is not surprising at all.

after all.

When he was in court, Locke looked at Nick Fury who was walking out and cut his throat. If Nick Fury didn't even have this vigilance, it would be too pitiful.

only…

Locke never thought that Nick Fury would keep Melinda May.

Really cheap!

Locke is not talking about Nick Fury, but about this yellow-skinned and white-hearted Melinda.

You **** lick the white ones, that's fine.

lick black?

Cheap or not.

The ancestors used to treat the Kunlun slaves as cows and horses, but you are so lucky to treat these cows and horses as your own parents.

"Ah."

Locke glanced at Melinda May's body, sneered inwardly, and walked down from the **** car.

not far away!

"stop!"

"do not move!"

"Put your hands up!"

"Now, immediately!"

Just took a car from the prison, and the prison guards rushed over as if they were facing a big enemy. They pointed their pistols, submachine guns, and assault rifles like shopping, and even when they got off the car, they were tidy Locke at the hem of his own clothes: "One more step, and we will shoot."

Locke looked sideways.

Prison guard.

No wonder.

If it is someone from the New York Police Department, they should not bb, and they will shoot directly.

Locke shook his head, ignoring the various weapons pointed at him, and walked towards the edge of the destruction on one side.

The prison guards over there were all stunned, looking at Locke who didn't seem to take them seriously at all, and kept ordering, all of a sudden, he seemed to be intimidated by Locke's domineering arrogance, and he didn't even think of pulling the trigger. No.

even…

When Locke jumped off the bridge directly, they didn't react. When they reacted and chased to the bridge deck to look, they saw that the river was calm.

"Where are people?"

"Where did he go?"

"Where is the person?"

"Notify the Coast Guard!"

"quick!"

At this time, there were not a small number of prison guards who had enough weapons to shoot Locke into a hornet's nest. Only then did they react, and then they turned into a mess of flies.

Queens close to Rikers Island Jail.

Locke made a circle, went ashore, casually threw the underwater thruster aside, and then directly began to take off his soaked suit.

not far away.

A fat middle-aged Caucasian man with sunglasses came over with a brand new suit in his hand and handed it to Locke with glasses.

Not long.

Locke changed his clothes, took the key from the middle-aged man, and walked towards a 90% new r8 parked on the side of the road: "Please clean it up."

The middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly, and waited until the r8 engine roared behind him, then swallowed his saliva, stretched out his hand, and wiped the sweat that appeared on his forehead.

On the roaring r8.

Locke drove with his left hand, and with his right hand, he took out a headset from the box on the co-pilot and stuffed it into his ear: "Red Devil, I thought you would let Dengby come to meet me."

The Red Devil on the other end of the phone laughed loudly: "You are my friend, Debby, and even more so."

Let Dunby go?

Apart from the Continental Hotel, the Red Devils basically did not dare to let Dengby meet Locke in other places.

reason?

Locke needs to be a sinner to kill other people, but if he kills Xiao Hei, he doesn't even bother to find one.

but…

Asking a killer to find a reason to kill, thinking about it, doesn't seem quite right.

The Red Devil shook his head, and nodded with a service provider next to him.

next second.

Locke looked at the red dot that lit up on the car's central control screen.

The Red Devil said: "The two people you are looking for are already heading to a private helipad in New Jersey. You better hurry up, or..."

"Thanks!"

Locke raised his eyebrows, and turned the steering wheel with his left hand. The power of advanced driving skills was fully activated. The r8 was originally a coupe. Now, only one car is left in Locke's hands.

boom!

R8 roared, and galloped directly towards the tunnel leading to New Jersey.

At this moment, he had already taken off his prison uniform and put on his iconic windbreaker again. Nick Fury, who was under the arrangement of the New York SHIELD agents, was rushing to the plane flying to the Washington headquarters, and the phone rang rapidly.

"Boss."

Sitting in the co-pilot, he also changed into clothes, but Phil Coulson, who had been imprisoned for so many days and didn't even care for his beard, handed over the phone in his hand: "Commander Hand."

Nick Fury, who watched the scenery gallop through the window, took over.

connected.

Standing in the lobby of the SHIELD combat command center, looking at the big screen, the helicopter circled, and the corpse lifted out of the bus by the prison guards said in a deep voice: "Agent Melinda May died."

Nick Fury's one-eyed shrank: "Where is it?"

"It's only 500 meters away before you can enter Rikers Island Prison, and the door was blocked by the unparalleled assassin."

"...Where's Locke Broughton?"

"Inside the school."

"Is there anything unusual?"

"No!"

Nick Fury took a deep breath: "Send someone to arrest him and send him to Grave Prison."

I have come to entertain him myself.

but…

Commander Victoria Hand said directly: "Sorry."

Nick Fury frowned.

"What?"

"You've been fired, Nick."

"…Then what?"

"At the request of the Security Council, Director Alexander Pierce took over the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director in an emergency. Director Pierce ordered that he try his best to calm the impact of this matter. At the same time, without any conclusive evidence, arrests are not allowed. After half an hour, I have to withdraw my agents, this is an order!"

"...you know what he really is."

"We have no proof!"

"He killed Morgan Varsi, and Melinda May!"

"I want to ask, why, you didn't bring Melinda with you?"

"...She asked for it herself."

"Yeah?"

"Sarah, bitch!"

Nick Fury cursed and took a deep breath: "I will catch this guy."

finished.

Nick Fury hung up the phone directly.

At this moment, the car also slowly drove into an unremarkable small airport, where a commercial plane was already in operation.

"Sir."

The two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who usually pretended to be guarding the gate seemed to be unaware of the news that had happened in New York in the past few days. They looked at Nick Fury who rolled down the window, ready to salute excitedly.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Nick Fury, who was sitting in the back seat, watched the black leather agent's head burst like a watermelon in front of him, his one eye shrank, and he turned his head to look back.

A silver r8 roared over.

"Sir!"

"Let's go."

"Enemy attack, open fire!"

"Tug-chug!"

"Thuk Tuk!"

The densely packed bullets bombarded the body of the r8 that was speeding forward, and in an instant, the almost new r8 body was hit directly with potholes.

"mmp..."

Locke pulled up the handbrake, opened the door, bent down and got out of the car: "When I'm free, I'll definitely order a bulletproof r8."

but…

Locke felt that this was probably just talk.

Full count, r8, in his hands, scrapped, not five, probably nine.

Blame the **** cross.

Falk.

If it hadn't been for the corpse that fell on the day of the cross and smashed his r8, would these things happen today?

Locke flicked his right hand, and a pistol that was not a silver dancer was thrown directly into his left hand, and then the silver dancer also appeared on his right hand.

get up.

shooting!

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

With a few shots of the gun, in an instant, the surrounding world became quieter.

soon.

When Locke threw the pistol with no bullets in his left hand casually, and when he walked into the parking lot, he caught sight of it and saw it. On the runway, it seemed that the hatch had not even had time to close, and it had already started, ready to taxi on the runway. The plane, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Buzz!"

The commercial plane turned its engine quickly and slowly moved on the runway.

"Boom!"

Locke flicked his right hand, and with a bang, a huge weapon box was directly taken out of the inventory by Locke.

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Inside the weapon box, there is a "Lightning Surface-to-Air Individual Missile" produced by Stark Industries Zhizhen!

"pretty!"

The weapons produced by Stark, not only for their power, but also for their appearance, are all worth a hundred thousand dollars.

Locke directly picked up the lightning produced by Stark, opened it, and aimed at the commercial plane that had been pulled up and ready to take off quickly.

next second.

Trigger pull!

boom!

moment.

Fireworks take off! !

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