after an hour.
Locke smiled and waved goodbye to the police officer who sent him to the door.
The officer left his phone number in case Locke felt uncomfortable.
soon.
Wait until the police officer enters the elevator and leaves.
Close the door.
Locke's face suddenly darkened.
Taking off his shirt, Locke walked to the bathroom, twisted his body, and carefully untied the bandage that had just been wrapped around his body.
Enter the eyes.
The dozen or so fragmentary traces originally left behind have disappeared without a trace.
Level three toughness, so terrifying!
"Gudong!"
Locke walked out of the bathroom, took out a bottle of bourbon from the bar, poured a glass of it, and drank it all in one gulp.
An ordinary sixteen-year-old boy cannot buy alcohol.
But Locke is no ordinary man.
The next second.
Locke looked up and looked at the study room on the second floor.
In the study room.
It was a dedicated computer in the Continental Hotel. Locke, naked and shirtless, directly clicked on a chat software on the computer.
"Wushuang: "Are you here?""
"I'm not the Red Devil: "Say!""
"Wushuang: "There is a corpse descending from the sky in Manhattan tonight. I want to know all the news about him."
"I'm not the Red Devil: "Wait a moment""
Locke looked at the message and leaned back in his computer chair.
The New York Police Department has the New York Police Department's investigation methods.
There is also a dark world!
In many cases, information from the dark world comes much faster than the agencies on the surface.
If it weren't for Locke who didn't know how to trade in stocks, he could have taken advantage of the speed of information transmission in the dark world, and he could have been involved in the stock market.
Of course.
The information in the dark world may be true or false.
But this information source that Locke chatted with is still very good.
When Locke was in Texas, he had several transactions with this intelligence dealer, and he was considered a happy business partner. Locke also took several orders from this guy in private.
Anyway, Locke will accept anyone who comes. As long as the order he places allows the system to issue tasks, he will take it.
As for who this guy is?
Locke seriously suspected that this guy was the Red Devil, the legendary goalkeeper of the dark world.
Of course.
The person talking to him was definitely not the Red Devil himself.
It should be a salesman under the Red Devils.
After all, the Red Devil's name is much louder than Locke's, and they are still fed by intelligence. People are looking for the Red Devil to do business almost every second.
Locke is just one of them.
after awhile.
Replied.
『I’m not the Red Devil: “One hundred thousand!”』
"Wushuang: "Are you trying to steal money? Who is this person? Information is so expensive?"
Good guy.
"Wushuang: "I know your boss. Let me give you a discount. We have been working together for so many years."
『I’m not the Red Devil: “Wait a minute!”』
『Wushuang: "Okay."』
Locke touched his chin, which had finally started growing a beard again, and looked at the message on the computer screen.
Is an identity worth a hundred thousand?
Do you really think money is not money?
Although being a killer makes money quickly, Locke has spent a lot in the past two days.
Put it this way.
If Locke stops taking orders from now on, by this time next year, he will watch helplessly as the IRS drives a tank to come to chat with him because he cannot pay the property tax.
"I'm not a red devil: "I asked my boss, and he said, you are our friend, and this information can be given to you for free."
Showing your courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.
"Wushuang: "The price?""
"I'm not a red devil: "If you have an order next time, help us complete it for free. Exchange at equal value. If the price exceeds this information, we will make up the difference."
『Wushuang: “No problem!”』
Locke typed directly and said.
There is no love and hate for no reason in this world.
He is not willing to take advantage. After all, free things have completely proven that the more free things are, the higher the price is.
fair enough.
Equivalent exchange.
This is what he does. It doesn't matter who he kills, as long as the system can give out tasks. As long as the system gives out tasks, he is judged as a bad guy. He doesn't feel any psychological pressure when he kills.
In this world, someone must eventually uphold justice.
So……
Why can't that person be me?
soon.
A ding-dong sound.
Locke opened his mailbox in the dark world and clicked in.
Raised an eyebrow!
WTF?
Gallagher Abel, male, 35 years old, alias Mr. Y, Dark World, New York Brotherhood Assassin!
what's the situation?
Mr. Y?
fraternity?
assassin?
Colleagues?
What are you doing?
"Ding! 』
"Mission accomplished (the wrong has its owner, the debt has its owner)"
"Task rewards: "Achievement points*1000", "Potential points*1000", "Treasure refresh coupon*1"』
"Ding! 』
"Mission generated!" 』
"New mission: My destiny is up to me! 』
"Task rewards: "Achievement Points*2000", "Potential Points*2000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1"』
"Mission description: "In this world, there is such a magical textile machine. According to legend, this textile machine can bring God's will. There is a group of people who kill one person and save ten, hundreds, or even thousands of people. Practicing their beliefs, any name that appears on the loom will be removed by them. What if your name appears?"
"Remarks: You are a player. If this world has destiny, then this destiny is not qualified to judge you! 』
"W...T...F?"
Locke frowned.
textile machine?
fraternity?
Wanted order?
Just kidding, how could my name appear on the loom of destiny?
Locke raised his eyebrows with an expression of disbelief.
Isn’t that destiny loom fake?
Locke has naturally seen the movie Wanted. Similarly, he also knows that there is a brotherhood here. He even plans to find a way to pay a visit after he has established a foothold in New York for a while.
after all……
"Spear Throwing Technique" is a unique skill.
The Brotherhood’s signature skill!
but……
I haven't gone to the textile factory to study yet, good guy, tell me now, my name has been tinkered with by the loom of fate?
Did I offend that old nigger?
Locke blinked, thinking about this question in his mind.
wrong.
It seems that the Destiny Loom was indeed real at the beginning, and Sloan did not forge it. Sloan was indeed doing his best to practice his so-called justice with the name on the Destiny Loom.
It seems that after Sloan found out that his name was revealed, Sloan's mentality completely exploded, and then he chose to start forging, using the Loom of Destiny as an excuse to make profits for himself.
so……
The loom of destiny cannot actually be said to be fake, but will Sloan confuse the fake with the real?
That is to say?
Destiny wants to kill me?
Locke raised his eyebrows.
…
