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Chapter 10 Prepared to come to a certain person in Luo (please recommend, please collect!)
Chapter 10 Prepared to come to a certain person in Luo (please recommend, please collect!)
When Locke came to New York from Texas, he had already figured out the surrounding environment of New York from the satellite map.
A series of plans have also been prepared.
Just right.
One of these plans is now available.
Straight hook fishing!
In the outskirts of New York, after passing the bridge, it directly enters the rural New Jersey across the Manhattan River.
After half an hour.
Locke parked the car in the parking lot of a large warehouse supermarket, and then called a taxi.
"New Jersey Waterworks!"
"Ok."
The driver quickly drove Locke on the road.
The New Jersey water plant is located in the suburbs, but this water plant is already abandoned. Basically, except for young people who like to explore, no one usually goes there.
soon.
Locke paid the fare and got out of the car.
The taxi turned around and left in a hurry.
Locke looked at the buttocks of the taxi leaving, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
That's it……
I'm just a cute 16-year-old young lady, what kind of bad intentions can I have, as for it?
Locke lowered his head and smiled, turned around, and walked directly into the water plant.
5 minute later.
That taxi, back and forth!
"Crack."
Sitting in the car, a middle-aged bald killer, also known as the butcher, pinned his pistol and looked at the taxi driver: "You must have seen him go in."
The taxi driver nodded: "Don't worry, I was in the car just now, I have already hacked into his mobile phone, it has been located, and it is inside."
Just finished training Wesley, butcher, who had nothing to do for the time being, blinked his eyes: "A 16-year-old high school student who just transferred from another school, why did he come here?"
The taxi driver shook his head.
He's just the bottom of the fraternity, to put it bluntly, a killer intern.
The marksmanship is not bad, the kind of low-level intern who can't swing a gun.
In the fraternity, those who are qualified to take out missions are all capable of throwing spears.
But he has been studying for two years and still can't.
after all……
He is not Wesley, and he is not qualified to let the boss of the textile factory spend a lot of time and energy to make it crash. A killer like him usually acts as a guest employee when he has nothing to do, and he belongs to the kind of intelligence collector when he has something to do.
A cruel smile appeared on the fat face of the butcher: "Okay, wait for me here."
The assassin intern nodded and said, "Okay."
get off.
The butcher looked around, confirmed that there was no one there, and walked directly towards the water plant.
In his opinion, he is probably another idiot who likes to go to these deserted places to play adventure games.
Just right.
It also saves the need to finish after killing.
Enter the waterworks.
The butcher's footsteps began to slow down, staring at the mobile phone in his hand, a small red dot was displayed on the mobile phone.
The location of Locke's mobile phone.
only……
When the butcher saw the mobile phone placed on top of an abandoned iron bucket not far away, he was slightly taken aback.
"what?"
The butcher walked over, the phone just turned on, and caught his eye: "I've been waiting for a long time."
what's the situation.
The butcher narrowed his eyes and turned around.
A little cold light comes first.
Then...
"boom!"
Locke jumped directly from the iron frame above. In mid-air, his right foot was like a dragon exploring a hole, and with a bang, he directly kicked the pistol in the butcher's hand out.
The "spear throwing technique" in the textile factory is all about the gun.
Locke knew very well that if he had just shot with the killer of the textile factory, he would definitely lose in the end.
He wouldn't let the bullets bend.
Not right now!
"Bang bang!"
The moment the butcher turned around, he had already raised his vigilance. Although Locke kicked off the pistol by mistake, the butcher's melee skills were also very good.
He is strong enough and strong enough.
One power down ten meetings is a perfect description for a butcher.
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
The butcher moved his neck, thinking babblingly, looked at Locke in front of him, and grinned: "Interesting, I thought it was an ordinary high school student, I didn't expect it."
The corner of Locke's mouth was also raised: "I didn't know that when I first came to New York, I would be missed by the brotherhood. I feel that I have too much face."
"is it?"
The butcher smiled cruelly, and crashed like a tank, "I will treat you well."
Die!
"boom!"
"what?"
The butcher quickly dodged to the side, and in an instant, like a fat pig falling to the ground, countless dust splashed up.
but……
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The "Silver Dancer" in Locke's hand buckled again and again, expressionless, one after another cute cuties burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and the flames swept across the butcher whose flexibility obviously did not match his size.
Shabi will play close combat with you.
Locke is very poor now. When he came to New York, he only brought a few sets of clothes. What if it gets dirty?
"boom!"
"what!"
The butcher roared in a low voice, turned over, and hid behind an iron bucket holding his wounded leg. Then, a butcher's knife gleaming with cold light was thrown out directly.
Bang!
The butcher's knife fell to the ground, three points into the ground.
next second.
"boom!"
"Boom!"
Locke's eyes narrowed slightly, and he dodged, and he could almost clearly see that a bright yellow bullet flew past his body in front of his eyes, and then blasted into the distance unabated.
"Child."
The butcher said loudly: "You don't think I only have one..."
"boom!"
"Uh!"
The butcher narrowed his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at the muzzle on his chest in disbelief.
how……
may!
Locke walked in front of the butcher expressionlessly, looked at the butcher with his head down, looking at his chest, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "You don't think that I will only go straight."
Butcher:"……"
"Intermediate Rubbing Card: The price of the game store is 5 achievement points, and there is a chance to get a [-]% discount if you use the treasure refresh coupon. After using it successfully, you can immediately rub the skills used by the NPC. The skill level is converted according to the level of the rubbing object. 』
"Successful rubbing! 』
"Spike Spear: Blue quality, intermediate level, ordinary marksmanship, straight to the point, nothing new, but your marksmanship is fancy and extremely deadly!" 』
Although Locke's ideal rubbing object is the cross.
but……
Locke investigated last night. Cross had defected, and Wesley had entered the factory.
at the moment?
Intermediate, not bad!
"you……"
The butcher was obviously exhausted, and the staring boss seemed to want to ask Locke why he could also throw spears, but maybe considering that the words were too long, when it came to his mouth, it turned into: "Who are you... !"
Locke squatted down in front of the butcher, staring at the butcher's eyes that were beginning to slacken, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I want to know, I won't tell you."
The words fall.
Locke raised his gun.
boom!
……
Happy weekend ha!
(End of this chapter)
When Locke came to New York from Texas, he had already figured out the surrounding environment of New York from the satellite map.
A series of plans have also been prepared.
Just right.
One of these plans is now available.
Straight hook fishing!
In the outskirts of New York, after passing the bridge, it directly enters the rural New Jersey across the Manhattan River.
After half an hour.
Locke parked the car in the parking lot of a large warehouse supermarket, and then called a taxi.
"New Jersey Waterworks!"
"Ok."
The driver quickly drove Locke on the road.
The New Jersey water plant is located in the suburbs, but this water plant is already abandoned. Basically, except for young people who like to explore, no one usually goes there.
soon.
Locke paid the fare and got out of the car.
The taxi turned around and left in a hurry.
Locke looked at the buttocks of the taxi leaving, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
That's it……
I'm just a cute 16-year-old young lady, what kind of bad intentions can I have, as for it?
Locke lowered his head and smiled, turned around, and walked directly into the water plant.
5 minute later.
That taxi, back and forth!
"Crack."
Sitting in the car, a middle-aged bald killer, also known as the butcher, pinned his pistol and looked at the taxi driver: "You must have seen him go in."
The taxi driver nodded: "Don't worry, I was in the car just now, I have already hacked into his mobile phone, it has been located, and it is inside."
Just finished training Wesley, butcher, who had nothing to do for the time being, blinked his eyes: "A 16-year-old high school student who just transferred from another school, why did he come here?"
The taxi driver shook his head.
He's just the bottom of the fraternity, to put it bluntly, a killer intern.
The marksmanship is not bad, the kind of low-level intern who can't swing a gun.
In the fraternity, those who are qualified to take out missions are all capable of throwing spears.
But he has been studying for two years and still can't.
after all……
He is not Wesley, and he is not qualified to let the boss of the textile factory spend a lot of time and energy to make it crash. A killer like him usually acts as a guest employee when he has nothing to do, and he belongs to the kind of intelligence collector when he has something to do.
A cruel smile appeared on the fat face of the butcher: "Okay, wait for me here."
The assassin intern nodded and said, "Okay."
get off.
The butcher looked around, confirmed that there was no one there, and walked directly towards the water plant.
In his opinion, he is probably another idiot who likes to go to these deserted places to play adventure games.
Just right.
It also saves the need to finish after killing.
Enter the waterworks.
The butcher's footsteps began to slow down, staring at the mobile phone in his hand, a small red dot was displayed on the mobile phone.
The location of Locke's mobile phone.
only……
When the butcher saw the mobile phone placed on top of an abandoned iron bucket not far away, he was slightly taken aback.
"what?"
The butcher walked over, the phone just turned on, and caught his eye: "I've been waiting for a long time."
what's the situation.
The butcher narrowed his eyes and turned around.
A little cold light comes first.
Then...
"boom!"
Locke jumped directly from the iron frame above. In mid-air, his right foot was like a dragon exploring a hole, and with a bang, he directly kicked the pistol in the butcher's hand out.
The "spear throwing technique" in the textile factory is all about the gun.
Locke knew very well that if he had just shot with the killer of the textile factory, he would definitely lose in the end.
He wouldn't let the bullets bend.
Not right now!
"Bang bang!"
The moment the butcher turned around, he had already raised his vigilance. Although Locke kicked off the pistol by mistake, the butcher's melee skills were also very good.
He is strong enough and strong enough.
One power down ten meetings is a perfect description for a butcher.
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
The butcher moved his neck, thinking babblingly, looked at Locke in front of him, and grinned: "Interesting, I thought it was an ordinary high school student, I didn't expect it."
The corner of Locke's mouth was also raised: "I didn't know that when I first came to New York, I would be missed by the brotherhood. I feel that I have too much face."
"is it?"
The butcher smiled cruelly, and crashed like a tank, "I will treat you well."
Die!
"boom!"
"what?"
The butcher quickly dodged to the side, and in an instant, like a fat pig falling to the ground, countless dust splashed up.
but……
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The "Silver Dancer" in Locke's hand buckled again and again, expressionless, one after another cute cuties burst out from the muzzle of the gun, and the flames swept across the butcher whose flexibility obviously did not match his size.
Shabi will play close combat with you.
Locke is very poor now. When he came to New York, he only brought a few sets of clothes. What if it gets dirty?
"boom!"
"what!"
The butcher roared in a low voice, turned over, and hid behind an iron bucket holding his wounded leg. Then, a butcher's knife gleaming with cold light was thrown out directly.
Bang!
The butcher's knife fell to the ground, three points into the ground.
next second.
"boom!"
"Boom!"
Locke's eyes narrowed slightly, and he dodged, and he could almost clearly see that a bright yellow bullet flew past his body in front of his eyes, and then blasted into the distance unabated.
"Child."
The butcher said loudly: "You don't think I only have one..."
"boom!"
"Uh!"
The butcher narrowed his eyes, lowered his head, and looked at the muzzle on his chest in disbelief.
how……
may!
Locke walked in front of the butcher expressionlessly, looked at the butcher with his head down, looking at his chest, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "You don't think that I will only go straight."
Butcher:"……"
"Intermediate Rubbing Card: The price of the game store is 5 achievement points, and there is a chance to get a [-]% discount if you use the treasure refresh coupon. After using it successfully, you can immediately rub the skills used by the NPC. The skill level is converted according to the level of the rubbing object. 』
"Successful rubbing! 』
"Spike Spear: Blue quality, intermediate level, ordinary marksmanship, straight to the point, nothing new, but your marksmanship is fancy and extremely deadly!" 』
Although Locke's ideal rubbing object is the cross.
but……
Locke investigated last night. Cross had defected, and Wesley had entered the factory.
at the moment?
Intermediate, not bad!
"you……"
The butcher was obviously exhausted, and the staring boss seemed to want to ask Locke why he could also throw spears, but maybe considering that the words were too long, when it came to his mouth, it turned into: "Who are you... !"
Locke squatted down in front of the butcher, staring at the butcher's eyes that were beginning to slacken, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I want to know, I won't tell you."
The words fall.
Locke raised his gun.
boom!
……
Happy weekend ha!
(End of this chapter)
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