Half an hour later.
After tidying up the house, Locke quietly put away the bugs in the room, and then quickly rushed to the rooftop of Gwen's apartment.
after awhile.
The rooftop door was pushed open.
"Locke" was in front, and Gwen was behind. Then, after "Locke" went up to the rooftop, he made a sound and seemed to see something, and walked towards the shadow where Locke was hiding just now.
Gwen, who was following behind, looked at Locke who suddenly disappeared into the shadows, and was slightly startled: "Locke?"
The words fell.
Locke came out of the shadows, looked at Gwen not far away, turned his head, and looked behind him: "I swear, I just saw a short-haired cat running past me, but the one who passed by Then, it disappeared.”
fine.
There were no searchlights installed on the roof of Gwen's apartment, otherwise, there wouldn't even be a chance to recover the clone.
Gwen blinked, as if she had discovered a new world: "Do you like cats very much?"
Locke thought for a moment: "I like horses."
He's a cowboy.
It’s normal for cowboys to love horses.
Gwen twitched the corner of her mouth: "You can't keep a horse in your apartment."
Locke shrugged: "Well, cats, I like Napoleon short-legged cats. They look very cute."
Gwen's eyes lit up: "Really."
Locke nodded.
Of course it's fake.
But who knew there was a pet magazine in Gwen's room, in which the picture of the Napoleon short-legged cat was circled? Locke checked it online. Otherwise, he wouldn't have known that there was a cat called the Napoleon short-legged cat. Woolen cloth.
at this time.
Locke's legs suddenly softened and he almost fell to his knees.
Gwen was shocked when she saw this, and quickly ran to Locke and supported Locke: "What's wrong with you?"
Locke shook his head: "It's okay."
The aftermath of golden apples.
He did come to Gwen's house for dinner today, but he was cloned from a golden apple, and his real body was fishing at the Star Building.
If only one Megan came tonight, it wouldn't take much time.
Mainly because Hydra disrupted his rhythm.
Although the energy provided by his supreme talent and excellence is endless, the level is only one level. With levels, there are certain limitations.
The energy provided to Golden Apple to maintain its clones has always been constant, but Locke could clearly feel that after more than an hour, he could feel his physical strength being rapidly consumed.
To put it simply, although there is a constant flow of mana, his current body cannot bear much.
If he hadn't drank a small bottle of blood on the way here, Locke would have withered on the way.
at the moment?
Locke felt that he could still hold on.
only……
a bit sleepy.
Locke yawned and looked at Gwen: "I think I might be too sleepy."
Gwen blinked: "Is that so?"
Locke hummed.
His level two extraordinary talent, Tenacity, is also continuing to show its power. Just wait and it will be OK.
but.
Locke was about to say goodbye.
Gwen stood nearby and said to her father George: "Dad, I know that drunk driving is illegal, but what about fatigue driving?"
George, who was sitting in the living room with his wife Helen, drinking red wine and talking, smiled and said: "Of course, forget it. Wasn't there a traffic case in Brooklyn last week where fatigue driving caused a truck to crash into a coffee shop?"
Gwen said oh.
The next second.
Gwen pointed at Locke and looked at George: "I'm reporting that Locke plans to drive while fatigued."
Locke, who yawned, blinked: "What?"
George and Helen looked at each other: "..."
Half an hour later.
In the guest room on the second floor of Gwen's house.
Locke opened his mouth, then turned to look at the door. With a smile, Gwen walked in holding the quilt that Helen had just taken out, feeling a little magical: "What operation is this?"
Why did you stay overnight out of nowhere?
Gwen threw the cup into Locke's arms and said with a serious expression: "You also heard what George said, if you go back now and are discovered by the patrol police, they will think you were driving while fatigued and throw you into the police station. , believe me, you will not be willing to go to the custody room of any branch of the New York Police Department."
A handsome man like Locke will definitely be bullied by those gangsters after entering.
"alright."
Gwen clapped her hands, shook her golden ponytail, and looked at Locke with a smile: "Then you can rest first. See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
Locke looked at Gwen who turned around and closed the door to leave, looked at the door, and then looked down at the quilt in his arms.
He has now recovered.
The two levels of extraordinary tenacity talent can ensure that no matter how much energy he loses, he can recover as quickly as possible. The reason why it happened just now may be because the clone has not been recovered yet, making the tenacity talent mistakenly think that he is still alive. In the middle of the battle.
On the rooftop just now, perhaps because of his extraordinary tenacity, he misjudged something and thought that his losses were too serious, so he made up for it all at once.
As we all know, humans need oxygen, but too much oxygen can be toxic.
"never mind."
Locke thought, shook his head, and went to bed: "Anyway, the finishing work at Xingchen Building is done, so let's stay overnight. It's just right. It can make his alibi stronger."
Moreover, it was not Locke's initiative to come to Gwen's house for dinner today.
Because after all, tomorrow is the school dance, and the dance starts at six o'clock in the evening. There is no way Locke can tell George when he comes to the door at five o'clock tomorrow that I will be your daughter's best man.
Just right.
Every Friday Helen would ask Gwen to ask Locke to come home for dinner. After all, Locke was an orphan, and Helen was a good wife and mother with a very kind heart.
So Locke came and, by the way, told George about this at the dinner table.
Helen seemed to have been mentally prepared for this incident.
After all, it was the eighth grade prom or something, and Gwen didn't care at all what her dress looked like.
But this time it was different.
After confirming the prom, this time, Helen and I went to the dress store to choose a suitable dress for ourselves.
so……
And George's reaction is more interesting.
Of course.
Locke was also expecting what kind of reaction George would make.
Um.
Originally, George and Locke went to target shooting every Saturday, but after Locke finished speaking, George pondered for a moment and changed the target shooting time to Sunday.
Maybe he was thinking about waiting for the prom tomorrow to see if he bullied Gwen, and deciding whether to take him to target shooting tomorrow or take him to target shooting tomorrow.
Although they both sound similar, in fact, there are obvious differences between the two.
sleep!
Locke thought this, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a second.
but……
Locke can sleep peacefully, but some people can't sleep.
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