Because the competition time was around Christmas, so you transferred to another school?
Stop it.
Midtown University can be said to be one of the top ten best universities in the Federation. Ordinary people try their best to transfer in, but there is no such thing as transferring out.
Locke also spent a lot of effort to transfer to Midtown University.
Otherwise, Locke wouldn't have rushed to school as soon as he arrived in New York, fearing that the school would directly dismiss him for being late.
besides……
Locke looked at Gwen suspiciously: "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Gwen smiled sheepishly: "I said it yesterday afternoon, but when I went to find you, I forgot to mention it. Are you unwilling to go? If not, you can tell the teacher in charge."
Although Gwen said so, her expression clearly wanted Locke to go.
And Locke.
Locke thought for a while and shrugged: "If you can go, why not go? This kind of competition can give me extra points when I apply for college in the future."
If you get a ranking, it will be even more points.
and.
For this kind of competition, the system will definitely give you tasks. Judging from the rewards of the Junior Cowboy Competition in Texas, it should be that the basic rewards start at 2,000 points.
Locke smiled: "If it's Christmas, that would be better. Anyway, I'm alone. It's the same wherever I spend it."
Gwen said: "You can come to my house."
Locke looked up at Gwen.
Gwen coughed and said: "It shouldn't even be occupied by Christmas. It may be in the early days of December. Then, if you are fine, you can come to my house. Every Christmas, my mother will prepare a lot Rich.”
Locke nodded: "I will consider it, thank you, Gwen!"
Gwen: "..."
In the afternoon.
After Locke and Gwen took pre-chemistry classes, the teacher informed him of this incident. Then, despite the recommendation of team leader Gwen, Locke still came up with a few questions for Locke to answer on the spot.
At this time, if we don’t upgrade chemistry (tenth grade), then what’s the point of being systematic.
After Locke came out of the office, Gwen, who was holding his backpack and leaning in the corridor not far away, saw this, walked up, and asked with concern: "How is it?"
Locke sighed.
Gwen was slightly stunned. Didn't you pass? No, Locke's knowledge reserve is obvious...
Locke looked at the expression on Gwen's face, laughed, and then said: "Passed."
Gwen was stunned for a moment, and then gave Locke a very beautiful look.
Locke laughed in a good mood.
On the way home.
Locke hung up the call from the insurance guy and said to Gwen, who was driving attentively: "Can you put me down at the intersection ahead? My car is here."
Gwen blinked: "Did I pay you again?"
Locke's lips twitched: "I'm not a fraudster, so why shouldn't I pay compensation?"
Gwen smiled at the corner of her eyes: "I guess if there is a chance to come back, the insurance company will definitely not accept your bill."
Locke opened his mouth.
but……
The truth is probably the same as what Gwen said.
The insurance officer was in a car shop not far away.
Now you pay for the car and have it delivered on site, it’s so fast, it’s dazzling. Before Locke could react, a brand new car key was in Locke’s hands.
Locke looked at the insurance man who was walking with wind, and curiously asked the boss next to him.
Only when I asked did I find out.
In a sense, this car was not paid for by the insurance company, but because the manufacturer saw the news that happened in New York, and then combined with the insurance company, they simply roped in the insurance company to promote it.
New York Fast and Furious designated car!
Good guy.
Locke was shocked when he heard the boss's explanation. If this advertisement were put out, he would lose everything. As a result, he was superficial again. Today alone, this store has sold thirty Audi R8s. .
It's me who lives in the countryside.
Locke grabbed the keys, got in the car, and left.
At night.
Manhattan!
Pearl Street.
A hotel entrance similar to a triangle.
The hotel is called...
Continental Hotel!
The doorman standing at the door of the Continental Hotel was slightly startled when he saw Locke, who was wearing sunglasses and a neat suit, getting out of the taxi.
Unparalleled!
The doorman was excited and helped Locke open the door.
Locke said thank you and walked into the Continental Hotel.
Eye-catching!
The hotel lobby is not deserted, but it is definitely not lively either.
At the front desk facing the door, the hotel manager Charon stood there. He looked up at Locke who was approaching and raised his eyebrows. After Locke walked in, he greeted with a smile: "Good evening, Mr. Wushuang. "
Locke took out a gold coin and pushed it over: "Have a glass of wine!"
Charon nodded, served with a smile, and then gave Locke a hand card: "I wish you a happy game, Mr. Wushuang."
Locke took the cards and walked towards the elevator.
When I was about to enter the elevator, someone came out of the elevator.
After Locke entered the elevator, he happened to hear Charon say to the man: "Good evening, Mr. Wick."
"..."
Locke seemed to have thought of something: "That John Wick just now, kill one of my dogs, and I want your whole family to be buried with him?"
Counting the time, have you not retired yet?
Locke thought in his mind.
Ding!
Go to the end of the elevator and open the door.
Enter the eyes.
It's a hotel.
As a qualified killer, Locke immediately took note of the surrounding environment and people, and immediately located his target this time.
Take a seat.
Locke waved, called the waiter, and then said to the unsmiling Xiao Hei sitting opposite: "Good evening, Demby, where is the Red Devil?"
Demby glanced at the waiter who served the bourbon. After the waiter left, he said, "Mr. Ledington is abroad and it is not convenient for him to return to the Commonwealth."
Yes.
The Red Devil is also the FBI's most wanted fugitive.
but……
Then why did he run to Texas at that time?
Locke smiled, took out the piece of paper from his arms that the Red Devil said he wanted, handed it directly to Demby, and then invited: "Would you like a drink?"
Demby glanced at Locke, took out the phone, and dialed. After the Red Devil over there answered the call, he said a few words and then handed the phone to Locke.
Locke took it: "Red Devil, I thought I could buy you a drink. After all, I like bourbon now, but you told me that bourbon was good."
The red devil over there laughed loudly: "My dear friend, rum is also very good. You should try more, not just drink bourbon."
Locke smiled.
The Red Devils also said directly after exchanging pleasantries: "There is actually another reason why Demby came to pick up the goods this time."
Locke: "..."
