What the hell?
Action tomorrow morning?
He does not mean that!
Locke couldn't help but raise his eyebrows after hearing Gwen's words.
Running to the court at this time?
If George wanted to apply for a search warrant, he could do it during the day.
Not going during the day but going at night must be to cover up others' eyes and maintain a certain degree of confidentiality, so I chose to go there at night.
Then here comes the problem.
Who is so virtuous and capable?
Locke definitely didn't deserve this kind of treatment. After all, he was just a handsome sixteen-year-old harmless boy.
Again.
It is impossible for Locke to find any prohibited items here.
Well……
Alcohol is definitely out of the question.
It was so mysterious and mysterious that it was definitely not possible to cause trouble for him because he was under twenty-one and could not drink.
Again.
Even if he is caught, it will be trouble to find a guardian. Unfortunately, Locke's guardian is Locke himself.
so……
Then there is only one person or organization left who is qualified to enjoy this treatment.
Textile factory!
...your mother!
Locke raised his eyebrows. If the New York Police Department passed by tomorrow, wouldn't it be a direct collision?
the most important is……
Good guy!
Even if the cross snatches my head, you have to sacrifice your life as compensation. George, you are so good, why can't you think about it and come out to snatch my head?
wrong.
Locke was stunned.
George probably didn't go to grab people's heads, he just ran over to give them away.
Locke was speechless.
Although yesterday, regardless of whether it was the butcher at the beginning, or the Firefox or the Cross last night, in front of Locke, he was like a stinky younger brother, with no ability to fight back.
But don’t think that they are really good at it.
That's because Locke is cheating.
Players who earn money can't beat cheat players at the moment. Several poor players who don't have money can survive several encounters at the hands of cheat players. Wasn't that one a clean KO?
But is George, or rather, the NYPD, a cheater?
Certainly not.
Even if the Brotherhood is the so-called poor player, then the New York Police Department, in this game, is a full-fledged cloud player. I don’t even know the name of this game, so it’s just there to point out the world. .
The Brotherhood is a bad brother to Locke.
same.
Once the New York Police Department meets the Brotherhood, then the New York Police Department will be the stinky brother.
George is going to die!
Locke looked up, not knowing what he wanted to say.
However, Locke had a guess as to why George wanted to search the Brotherhood.
Firefox's identity must have finally been found out.
Three or four consecutive deaths were related to the textile factory. In fact, when Firefox took Wesley out, George should have seen the fiery red sports car leaving the textile factory.
And now?
The unparalleled assassin cannot be pursued, but the textile factory that is inextricably related to the deceased is clearly there. The several deceased people in a row are all good shooters, and they are all related to your textile factory. Dare you say that? Is your textile factory clean?
Locke can almost predict that once George goes to the textile factory tomorrow morning, the textile factory will be helpless. Locke doesn't know, but George will definitely play GG.
The most important thing is that although he is not afraid of the New York Police Department, he doesn't like a third party coming out when he is working. The third party even yells that he wants to join the game.
"grass!"
Locke was speechless: "If I had known yesterday, I should have given George a shot and let him lie in the hospital to recuperate, so as not to have him come out to add mushrooms to me."
Although George was given a shot yesterday, it may cause some trouble one day in the future.
But in any case, it will be less serious than the big trouble tomorrow.
no.
There must be a way.
Locke's eyes flickered, thinking this in his heart.
Locke doesn't care at all whether George dies or not. Life and death are determined by destiny, and wealth is in heaven. When the king of hell, Mephisto, wants to recruit people, Locke can't stop him even if he wants to.
At least not right now.
Locke knew Mephisto, but he didn't know him.
George can die, but not tomorrow.
After all, Locke and Gwen are friends, and they have eaten Helen twice. George even asked him to go shooting next weekend. Locke is a good man who keeps his promises. Likewise, he also hopes that others will keep their promises and not let go. He killed the pigeon.
What can you think of?
The reason why George wanted to search the textile factory was to save himself. If he did not give an explanation to New York City and the mayor, then the mayor and the New York Police Department would treat George as an explanation.
at this time.
Locke's eyes fell on a key he placed on the table.
Underground garage, the key to the Audi R8!
Locke raised an eyebrow.
no!
Locke seemed to have thought of something, and his face suddenly turned dark.
He just got a fucking license plate. It's true that twenty-four hours have passed, but seventy-two hours haven't passed yet. Netizens all know that the time to rescue hostages is the golden seventy-two hours, not to mention Where's the car?
Again.
The insurance company has already paid out the compensation twice, so you can't just grab a sheep and pull it out.
But if George is to be able to put down the textile factory and move his target tomorrow, it seems that the only way to do it is the Wushuang Assassin.
even……
Based on the character of the unparalleled assassin who only kills guilty people, if you want to attract and divert George's attention immediately, you can only do it through him.
Locke looked at the time on the computer and saw that it was past twelve o'clock.
The next second.
Locke waved his right hand, took out the sunglasses from the inventory, and put them on.
It's getting late, it's time to make preparations.
otherwise……
The day lilies are so cold.
Six o'clock.
When the first ray of the morning sun hit New York City, Chief George Stacey, who was resting against a locker at the New York Police Department headquarters, suddenly opened his eyes: "Action!"
"yes!"
"clear!"
"Get dressed!"
"Notify SWAT."
"Okay, boss."
Following George's order, the police officers in the lounge opened their eyes one by one, stood up, and took out the body armor with NYPD printed on it from the cabinet.
Getting dressed is very fast.
Almost within a minute, accompanied by various sounds of clicking and rubbing, many police officers, including George and Kate, were ready.
at this time.
George then took out the wanted poster and was just about to announce the target of the operation.
Jingle Bell!
The rapid ringing of the phone broke the tense mood.
George frowned slightly, a little unhappy, but the next second, he discovered that the ringtone was from his cell phone.
"Gwen, I am now..."
Before George finished speaking, Gwen's nervous voice came over the phone.
"Dad, Locke just called and said that the car thief had stolen his car again. Moreover, Locke seemed to have been discovered. He kidnapped Locke!"
"..."
