"I'm sorry."
"fine."
In Gwen's room, Gwen looked at Locke who was about to come back to get his bag and then leave. He spread his hands, sighed and explained: "My dad is good at everything, but he is too impulsive and has a strong sense of justice. No matter what kind of case it is, as long as it falls into his hands, he will be at the forefront. You don't know how worried my mother and I are."
Gwen and Helen, hope this time teaches George a lesson!
That is, if what George faced last night was not a crime hunter, but other serial killers or other terrorists, what would have happened to a policeman who went up without a body armor or even support? .
Just go to the New York Police Department Memorial Wall and you will know.
There are many.
This isn't about Helen and Gwen siding with the Sin Hunters, it's about letting the facts speak for themselves.
Locke smiled, took the casual suit jacket on Gwen's coat rack, and put it on: "Because of police officers like Mr. Stacey, we can enjoy a safe life, right? Mr. Stacey is a A man worthy of admiration.”
but……
Admiration is admiration, but Gwen and Helen want to use this incident to make George change his personality. Locke feels that that is impossible.
There are thousands of successful people of all kinds. They may have different personalities, but they all have a common character.
persist in!
Such as Locke.
In his assassination career, Locke has also ensured the success rate of every assassination. In all the orders he received, there was not a single missed order or order.
So does George.
The cases delivered to George's hands all ended in closure.
Put it this way.
For a veteran police chief who has been in New York for more than ten years, it would be impossible if he didn't have a few unsolved cases that he had handled.
But George is different, all cases are closed, there are no pending cases.
From this point of view, when George seemed to look at Locke and said, "I know we are the same kind of people," there was actually nothing wrong.
He and George were indeed the same type of people, but they just chose different paths.
"correct."
Gwen put on her coat and handed Locke's backpack over: "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
Locke said, "Go to the DMV."
The personalized license plate he applied for was issued. In fact, it was issued on the day he bought the car. But before he went to the municipal government, the car was already scrapped.
And twice.
Tomorrow is Sunday, so there should be no big problem.
Locke is confident.
Gwen's eyes lit up: "Just right, let's go together."
Locke looked at Gwen.
Gwen smiled and said: "My driver's license is also good. I originally planned to let my dad take it home, but..."
I guess George won't have time to go.
Locke nodded: "Okay, then if you plan to give it to me tomorrow, I will pick you up."
As classmates, we should help each other.
not to mention.
Locke also ate Helen's meals twice.
but……
Just when Locke was about to go out, George, who must have been lying down for a while, also came down the stairs and looked at Locke: "Are you going back?"
I want to stay the night, are you sure?
Locke nodded: "Yes, Mr. Stacey, you are..."
George put on his coat: "The report from the bureau has come out, just in time. Give me a ride on the way. I'll have a drink, don't you mind."
Locke shrugged: "Of course not."
Then Locke, Gwen and Helen said good night, and then went out with George.
The silver Audi R8, traveling at 60mph, refused any speeding ticket.
Locke was driving, and George in the passenger seat seemed to be talking on the phone with someone in the bureau.
Firefox's identity has been found out?
So fast.
At this time, shouldn't the textile mills be busy wiping their butts and rejecting the eyes that fall on them?
Locke thought so in his heart.
"Locke."
After George hung up the phone, he looked at the scenery outside the window and said casually: "Do you like playing with guns?"
Locke glanced at George: "Of course I like guns. All men should like them."
George nodded: "Have you ever played?"
Locke said: "When I was in Texas, I hunted."
George smiled and said: "Next weekend, let's go to the shooting range?"
Locke looked at George: "Really? That's great. Thank you, Mr. Stacey."
The words fell.
The NYPD also arrived.
"Then it's settled."
After George got out of the car, he said to Locke before closing the door: "You and I, don't tell Gwen and Helen. This is an agreement between men."
Locke nodded: "I will keep my promise."
after awhile.
Locke drove back on the road.
Did George discover anything?
Locke raised his right hand and looked at it. This hand was very smooth, very much in line with what a sixteen-year-old boy should have, rather than the kind of calloused right hand that was proficient in "gun throwing skills".
His shooting is all done by directly adding points.
A true marksman needs a lot of bullets to feed.
But Locke doesn't need to...
Dark blue…
Pooh!
Just upgrade it and get it straight away.
It is completely nonsense to try to judge Locke's occupation based on Locke's physical characteristics.
So George told him to go to the shooting range?
Locke thought of a possibility, then couldn't help but smile and shook his head.
the next day.
After Locke waited for Gwen's call, he drove Gwen to the New York Department of Motor Vehicles.
after awhile.
After Gwen got her driver's license, Locke also got his license plate number from the staff.
Locke grabbed the tool, squatted in front of his vehicle, and fixed the license plate on the hard-won Audi R8.
License plate number.
LKNB!
Gwen looked at it for a while, unable to turn around: "Is this the abbreviation of something?"
Locke nodded: "Of course."
Gwen blinked and quickly flipped through her vocabulary, trying to find out what kind of abbreviation these four letters were.
but……
Nothing was found.
Locke looked at Gwen's expression and smiled.
LKNB!
Locke cheats!
Straightforward and clear at a glance.
Gwen thought for a while, put down her thoughts for the time being, and congratulated Locke: "Congratulations, you finally got the license plate. This time, it shouldn't become a scrapped car. After all, it's been twenty-four hours now. .”
Within ten hours of the first car, corpses fell from the sky and hit the car, causing it to be scrapped instantly!
The second car, seemingly less than eight hours later, hit the ground and exploded amid a hail of bullets, and was instantly scrapped.
This is the third car.
And it finally lasted for twenty-four hours.
Locke glanced at the time on his watch and breathed a sigh of relief: "Yeah, it's not easy. I finally survived the golden twenty-four hours."
Gwen covered her mouth and tried to laugh: "Then you have to cherish it."
Locke nodded: "I will."
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