Chuchuchu!
Chuchuchu!
In a spacious hall of the textile factory, there is a loom that occupies a huge area. Even though there are corpses everywhere outside, this loom is still working hard.
Destiny loom!
Brotherhood is the strongest foundation for its existence.
But right now?
"boom!"
"Ah, fuck Fuck!"
The door was broken open, and Sloan, who was bent over, cursed angrily and ran straight into the room. Without even looking, he fired directly at the back with a gun.
"Duang!"
"hehe."
Locke dodged to the side, then looked at the bullets that landed on the wall, walked out again, patted the dust that fell on his shoulders when he had just dodged, and straightened his clothes: "Sloan, became the director of the factory. It’s been a long time since I’ve practiced my professional skills, and my marksmanship is not good enough.”
"The remaining enemies on the battlefield: 6 people!" 』
Locke walked towards the room that Sloan had just escaped into with an expressionless face.
The next second.
Raise the gun and point it backward!
"boom!"
"Boom!"
"puff!"
A killer who had just stretched out his pistol from the ventilation duct was directly hit in the head by a bullet that pierced the ventilation duct, and he lay down in the ventilation duct with a muffled sound.
Locke turned around, flicked his right hand, and took out a sweet potato.
Open.
Throw out.
The gun-slinging technique can turn bullets, not just bullets.
Sweet potatoes are also available.
A ding-dong sound.
The sweet potato fell directly on the corpse in the ventilation duct, and exploded instantly under the eyes of the killers who were trying to climb from the ventilation duct to the roof!
boom!
The ventilation duct exploded, and blood rained down with minced meat.
"The remaining enemies on the battlefield: 1 person!" 』
"Ah!"
Locke turned around again and entered the room where the Destiny Loom was stored.
"boom!"
"..."
Locke stood there, his head turned to the side, looking at the bullet that hit the threshold. Then, his eyes fell on Sloan, who was lame with one leg and holding a blue special pistol: "Do you want to , am I giving you a chance?"
Sloan raised his hand and shot.
"boom!"
"ah!"
Locke put one hand in his pocket, wore sunglasses, and held a gun in the other. He walked over. Seeing a big hole in his palm, Sloan was about to pick up the gun with his left hand. He kicked Sloan aside: "Forget it. I'm in a hurry."
Sloan looked up at Locke.
"Why?"
"Ah."
Locke lowered his head and smiled, then looked at Sloan: "Guess!"
His identity he will always maintain.
Let Sloane die, understand?
Why should I let him die?
These days, there are quite a few people in the Federation who have died for unknown reasons. Why can't Sloan do the same?
"Ledger!"
"snort!"
Locke smiled and shook his head, put away his pistol, and flicked his right hand. Also last night, the Gurkha knife he had purchased temporarily appeared in the cold light.
The next second!
Locke raised his sword and dropped it!
"ah!"
Sloan screamed and broke into a cold sweat.
Fortunately, both hands were not disabled.
Locke muttered in his heart, grabbed Sloan's left hand, turned around without looking back, walked to the center of the destiny loom, and slapped Sloan's left hand on it.
Ding!
After a crisp sound, the part that seemed to be integrated with the textile machine clicked directly, as if a switch was triggered and popped out.
Enter the eyes.
Lying quietly inside was a thick account book and a stack of bank cards.
even……
There are also two bundles of Franklins.
"What an unexpected surprise."
Locke swept everything inside, opened a black plush bag, and looked at the shiny things inside. Then, suddenly, he made a sound, raised his eyebrows, and threw the things he grabbed into it. in your own inventory.
As for the ledger?
Locke flipped through the ledger in his hand, walked back to Sloan, and threw his left hand to Sloan: "Thank you."
Finished.
Locke found the page that the Red Devil wanted, and pulled it off with a tear.
Sloan, who was sweating coldly, was almost speaking with his teeth at this moment. Looking at Locke's movements, he seemed to understand: "It's Raymond..."
"boom!"
"Boom!"
"Enemies remaining on the battlefield: 0!" 』
Locke put away his gun, looked at Sloan with his head held high, and smiled: "You guessed this yourself, I didn't say it, but it can be regarded as letting you die without regrets."
At least, from a certain perspective, Sloan knew the reason why he died.
"Why!"
"I'm still too soft-hearted."
"Ding! 』
"Mission accomplished (my destiny is mine!)"
"Settlement in progress!" 』
"Task rewards: "Achievement Points*39200", "Potential Points*39200"』
"Preliminary tasks (I can't help but reward my destiny): "Achievement Points*2000", "Potential Points*2000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1"』
"Hidden mission (going to the meeting alone): "Achievement Points*5000", "Potential Points*5000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1"』
"Current status refresh:"
"Name: Locke Broughton (only player)"
"Achievement points: 57500 (can be used to purchase items in the achievement mall)"
"Potential points: 59500 (can be used to upgrade your own skills)"
"Talent: Tenacity (Level 3): Your physical fitness and recovery ability will be greatly improved"
"General skills: driving (advanced), English (ninth grade), history (ninth grade), mathematics (ninth grade), chemistry (tenth grade), shooting (intermediate), sniping (advanced)..."
"Extraordinary Skills: Spear Throwing Skill (Blue Quality) Intermediate: Ordinary marksmanship, straightforward and nothing new, but your marksmanship is fancy and extremely deadly! 』
"Current mission: None! 』
"Nais!"
Locke raised his eyebrows, feeling that his whole body was about to sublimate.
Achievement points and potential points both exceeded 50,000.
This is something that has never happened in the sixteen years since he traveled here.
really.
New York is indeed my place of prosperity!
I like.
Locke glanced at the dead Sloan and turned to leave. However, just when he left the room of Destiny Loom, the sound of alarm bells coming closer and closer from outside came to his ears.
So fast?
Locke raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch.
All right.
Not too fast either.
It was his side that was a little slower.
Originally, according to Locke's prediction, this battle could be resolved in forty-five minutes at most. In that case, the assassination prediction should be able to miss the New York Police Department.
But it timed out on his side.
but……
The New York Police Department did arrive a bit quickly.
Locke walked to the window, glanced at the police cars that had begun to appear at the entrance of the textile factory, and raised his eyebrows.
never mind.
Fortunately, I came prepared.
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