grass!
Aren't they on holiday too?
Locke suddenly realized this problem.
Tomorrow is the weekend, no work.
Good job!
Please, although it looks like an ordinary, unremarkable textile factory on the outside, your core is a genuine killer incubation factory.
Have a holiday?
Do killers have vacations?
Have you ever seen a killer take a day off?
but...
It seems that there really is no such thing as 996 in the Federation. At least, in the capitalist society of the Federation, no one dares to publicly say that "996 is a blessing."
If the president says this, the union will directly sue him in court.
What now?
Waiting for work?
Locke looked up at the sky. There was no wind, as if to say that this was not a good day to set a fire. Besides, there were only a dozen kittens in there. It was obviously not cost-effective to go over and harvest them.
Especially with George in there.
Just then.
A fiery red sports car driving out of the textile factory caught Locke's attention.
"bite!"
"Task generation in progress."
『Tasks: "Scent of a Woman at Night" and "Night Visit to the Newbie"』
『Completion rewards: "Achievement points*1000", "Potential points*1000"』
『Task Description: "No good will happen if you don't sleep late at night!"』
"…"
Locke raised an eyebrow.
good.
very good.
You smashed my car and now you want to tear down my house?
sure.
Brotherhood, this time, if you don't turn into a mass of corpses, I will never dare to say that my code name is Wushuang from now on!
Locke looked at the textile factory expressionlessly, then turned and left.
Monday is Monday.
Working hours are the time for you to report to hell!
Locke never waits for revenge, but right now, not to mention that there are only a few birds in the textile factory, he doesn't have the time to waste on playing hide-and-seek.
not to mention...
Who knows if the game of hide-and-seek will count as a task at that time?
Manhattan.
Fifth Avenue.
Star Building!
Wesley, sitting in the passenger seat, looked up through the car window, gazing at the Star Building, which shone like stars in the night sky, and asked curiously, "Isn't he an orphan?"
Comparing yourself to others will make you feel nauseous.
Wesley felt that he was not an orphan, but no orphan, and a sixteen-year-old orphan was doing well.
It's not scientific.
Isn't he only sixteen?
Firefox stared at the pitch-black 28th floor of the Xingchen Building. "He's an orphan, but not abandoned. He has a family fund. Rather than calling him an orphan, it's more appropriate to say he's a rich second-generation kid with the title of an orphan."
Wesley: "…"
No wonder he could afford a house that he couldn't even dream of.
Damn capitalists.
Just then.
"Here I come."
"What?"
Wesley followed Firefox's gaze and saw a silver Audi R8 in the parking lot of the Star Building. Under the control of the clearly visible target, it drove out of the parking lot and directly passed their fiery red sports car.
I started Firefox and followed it.
Locke glanced at the rearview mirror, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.
He would never let the war spread to his new home which he had just bought less than seventy-two hours ago.
not to mention...
Locke didn't expect to reveal his identity so early.
"System, upgrade driving!"
"It takes 1000 potential points to upgrade from driving (beginner) to driving (intermediate).
Are you sure you want to upgrade?
"...directly upgraded to advanced level!"
"Improved my driving (beginner) to..."
"Confirm, Sheng!"
"Upgrade successful, consuming 2000 potential points!"
"Driving, current level, advanced!"
Directly and once and for all.
In Texas, Locke actually spent most of his time riding horses. After all, there was no requirement to be sixteen years old to ride a horse.
and...
This basic driving skill comes with Locke.
Obviously.
Locke, who claimed to be an experienced driver in his previous life, was judged by the system to be only a beginner in driving skills.
It's really a disgrace to his reputation as the driving god of Daxigou.
However, driving skills have to be improved sooner or later. After reaching advanced driving level, Locke feels that there is no need to improve further, at least within five years.
His current driving skills are unparalleled in the world.
But anyway, Locke felt that compared with the Dom who is still hanging around in Los Angeles, he should be no worse.
Next second.
Locke took out sunglasses from his arms, put them on himself, and glanced at the fiery red sports car in the rearview mirror.
The show begins.
Step on the accelerator!
"Buzz!"
"Hold on tight, something's wrong!"
Firefox, who was following behind, felt something was wrong almost the moment Locke accelerated. Then, he looked at the Audi RB that suddenly accelerated and turned into the side road like a loach. He shouted to Wesley, pulled the handbrake directly, and then drifted on the spot to chase after it quickly.
Wesley is an instant killer.
In fact, a real killer should be a jack of all trades in a sense, but Wesley is different. He only knows how to make a bullet turn, and he knows nothing about intelligence analysis, collection, tracking, etc.
The textile mills didn't teach Wesley either.
after all...
For the textile factory, Wesley is just a special killer tool developed specifically to deal with the cross.
Firefox while driving is the real killer!
"boom!"
Locke drove the Audi R8 as if flying, and went straight through an alley at a speed of 80 mph without slowing down!
"Bang!"
"ah!"
Following closely behind was the fiery red Maserati driven by Firefox.
Wesley, who was sitting in the passenger seat, gripped the handguard tightly. At this moment, he felt his adrenaline starting to surge.
Firefox narrowed his eyes.
He found out.
Firefox stared at the rearview mirror of the Audi R8 in front of it, and saw the reflection of the person glancing at their target out of the corner of his eye, and said so in his heart.
Next second.
Firefox quickly pulled out his gun.
"Bang!"
A golden bullet instantly shot out of the gun, and with a bang, it went straight towards the position of the rearview mirror.
but...
Locke turned the steering wheel to the side, and the bullet left a mark on the body of the Audi R8. Then, it lost all its strength and fell softly to the ground.
boom!
Locke drifted directly on the spot, turned right, and then quickly turned around.
It is impolite not to reciprocate.
Try mine.
Rock, who was wearing sunglasses, moved his ears slightly. The moment he stretched out his right hand from the window, the "Silver Dancer" in the inventory appeared in his hand.
"Bang!"
"Get down!"
"Bang!"
"…"