When Locke came to New York from Texas, he had already figured out the environment around New York from satellite maps.
A series of contingency plans have also been prepared.
Just right.
One of these plans could be put to use right now.
Straight hook fishing!
In the suburbs of New York, after driving across the bridge, you will directly enter the countryside of New Jersey across the river from Manhattan.
Half an hour later.
Locke parked the car in the parking lot of a large warehouse supermarket and then hailed a taxi.
"New Jersey Water Works!"
"OK."
The driver quickly took Locke on the road.
The New Jersey Water Plant is located in the suburbs, but it has been abandoned. Basically, no one goes there except young people who like to explore.
soon.
Locke paid the fare and got off the car.
The taxi turned around and sped away.
Locke looked at the back of the taxi as it left, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
That's it...
I'm just a cute little sixteen-year-old boy. How could I have any bad intentions? Is it really that serious?
Locke smiled and turned around, then walked directly into the water plant.
Five minutes later.
That taxi went and came back!
"Click."
A middle-aged, balding killer nicknamed "The Butcher" sat in the car, sheathed his gun and looked at the taxi driver: "Are you sure you saw him go in?"
The taxi driver nodded: "Don't worry, I was just in the car and I hacked into his phone. I've located him, and he's right inside."
The butcher, who had just finished training Wesley and had nothing else to do, looked at him with a twinkle in his eyes: "Why would a sixteen-year-old high school transfer student end up here?"
The taxi driver shook his head.
He was just the lowest level in the fraternity, to put it bluntly, just an assassin trainee.
A low-level intern who has decent marksmanship and can't swing his gun.
In the Brotherhood, those who are qualified to go on missions are all skilled in gun-wielding.
But he has been studying for two years and still can't do it.
after all...
He is not Wesley, and he is not qualified to make the boss of the textile factory spend a lot of time and energy to make him successful quickly. A killer like him is a guest employee when he is not busy, and an intelligence collector when he is busy.
A cruel smile appeared on the butcher's somewhat fat face: "Okay, wait for me here."
The assassin trainee nodded and said, "Okay."
get off.
The butcher looked around, confirmed that there was no one around, and walked straight into the water plant.
In his opinion, he was probably just another idiot who liked to run to these deserted places to play adventure games.
Just right.
This also saves you from having to clean up after killing them.
Enter the water plant.
The butcher's pace began to slow down, and he stared at the phone in his hand. A small red dot was displayed on the phone.
The location of Locke's phone.
only...
When the butcher saw the mobile phone placed on an abandoned iron bucket not far away, he was slightly stunned.
"What?"
The butcher walked over and saw his phone light up. He said, "Sorry for the wait."
What's going on.
The butcher's eyes narrowed and he turned around.
A flash of cold light arrives first.
Then...
"Bang!"
Locke jumped directly down from the iron frame above. In mid-air, his right foot was like a dragon exploring a cave. With a bang, he kicked the pistol in the butcher's hand directly away.
The "gun-swinging technique" in the textile factory is all about guns.
Locke knew very well that if he fought with the killers from the textile factory, he would be the loser in the end.
He won't let the bullet turn.
Not right now!
"Bang bang!"
The butcher was already on high alert the moment he turned around. Although Locke accidentally kicked the pistol away, the butcher's close combat skills were also very good.
He is sturdy enough and strong enough.
The saying "one force can defeat ten skills" is the most appropriate to describe a butcher.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The butcher moved his neck, thinking, looking at Locke in front of him, with a grin on his face: "Interesting, I thought he was just an ordinary high school student, I didn't expect that."
Locke's mouth curled up: "I didn't know that I would be noticed by the Brotherhood as soon as I arrived in New York. I feel like I have too much face."
"Yeah?"
The butcher smiled cruelly and rushed over like a tank, rumbling: "I will treat you well."
Die!
"Bang!"
"What?"
The butcher quickly dodged to the side, and in an instant, he fell to the ground like a fat pig, splashing countless dust.
but...
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The 'Silver Dancer' in Locke's hand fired repeatedly, his face expressionless, and one after another little cuties burst out from the muzzle, bursting with flames and sweeping over the butcher whose agility was obviously not in line with his size.
Only an idiot would engage in close combat with you.
Locke is very poor now. He only brought a few sets of clothes with him when he came to New York. What if they get dirty?
"Bang!"
"ah!"
The butcher roared in anger, rolled over, and hid behind an iron barrel with his injured leg. Then, a butcher knife flashing with a cold light was thrown out.
Bang!
The butcher knife fell to the ground and penetrated three inches into the ground.
Next second.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Locke's eyes narrowed slightly, and he dodged. He could almost see clearly that a golden bullet flew past his body in front of his eyes, and then hit the distance without losing momentum.
"Child."
The butcher said loudly: "You don't think I only have one..."
"Bang!"
"Well!"
The butcher's eyes narrowed, and he lowered his head, looking at the muzzle of a gun that appeared on his chest with some disbelief.
how...
possible!
Locke walked up to the butcher with an expressionless face. Looking at the butcher who lowered his head and looked at his chest, the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "You don't think that I can only speak directly."
Butcher:"..."
"Intermediate Rubbing Card: Priced at 50,000 achievement points in the game store. Using a Treasure Refresh Ticket has a chance to refresh a 10% discount. After successful use, it will immediately rub the skills used by the NPC. The skill level will be converted according to the level of the rubbing object."
"The rubbing was successful!"
"Spear-flinging Technique: Blue quality, intermediate level. Ordinary spearmanship, straightforward and unoriginal. However, your spearmanship is fancy and extremely deadly!"
Although Locke's ideal object for rubbing is the cross.
but...
Locke investigated last night and found out that Cross had defected and Wesley had also entered the factory.
at the moment?
Intermediate, not bad!
"you..."
The butcher was clearly exhausted, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to ask Locke why he also knew how to wield a spear, but perhaps because the question was too long, the last thing he said was, "Who... are you?"
Locke squatted down in front of the butcher, staring into his dim eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "If you want to know, I won't tell you."
The words fell.
Locke raised his gun.
Bang!
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