Six golden apples.
Holy vessel.
Brotherhood, League of Assassins.
Temple, Knights Templar.
Isn't this Assassin's Creed?
Locke raised an eyebrow.
Next second.
Locke was slightly stunned, looked at the golden apple in his hand, and blinked. To activate the golden apple, he needed to sacrifice his life?
Why don't I need it?
...etc.
energy.
Locke thought of the first time he activated the golden apple. The energy that came out the first time was beyond Locke's imagination.
fortunately.
Locke's power is also beyond the imagination of the Golden Apple.
Locke thought about it and felt that it was right. He estimated that before he obtained endless energy, in order to activate the golden apple, he would have to pay the price of his life energy.
Good job.
Locke felt a little scared, but fortunately, he was busy counting the rewards at that time. When he was playing with the golden apple, the supreme talent had already arrived. If he had been careless, wouldn't he have almost died?
But...
Locke looked at the golden ball in his hand and still couldn't connect it with an apple. "Speaking of which, shouldn't apples have leaves? Where are the leaves? This thing has no leaves. No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with an apple. Instead, it looks like a stone egg."
Could it be that the leaf was picked off by Sloan?
Locke blinked and thought of something. After all, Sloan probably had the golden apple for quite some time. If he couldn't find a way to use it after groping for a long time, it was not surprising that he would try to see if swallowing it would have any effect.
A few days later.
After finishing his daily tasks for the day and gaining 2,000 achievement points and 2,000 potential points, Locke was doing his homework remotely in the study room via video chat with Gwen after dark.
Preparing for a competition in Maine in December.
Just then.
The satellite phone that Locke had placed next to him rang.
Gwen, who was video chatting with Locke, looked at Locke who was stuck in the middle of a conversation and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Locke looked at Gwen in the video and smiled: "There's a phone call coming in, I'll take it."
Gwen didn't doubt him: "Okay."
Locke stood up, grabbed the satellite phone, and walked out of the study.
Connected.
"Victoria?"
After Locke answered the phone, he listened to the voice on the other end of the line and said suspiciously, "Didn't they say Victoria had been arrested? What happened? Did she escape?"
Or did he sell out his customer list?
This is the instinct of survival. When your life is about to be lost, what secret can be compared to your own secret?
only...
The first thing Victoria said over there was, "Sorry, Wushuang."
Locke raised his eyebrows, walked from the second floor to the bar downstairs, listened to these words, and paused his drinking action: "Huh?"
"I was captured by the organization I betrayed."
"I heard."
Locke resumed drinking, and seemed to have thought of something, and said jokingly: "Was your former leader an old black slave who wore a one-eyed mask and liked to wear a windbreaker?"
Red Devil said that Victoria might be a member of this mysterious organization.
Locke just asked this and didn't take it seriously.
but...
Victoria seemed a little surprised: "How did you know?"
"…Really?"
"Well, Hardman does wear an eye patch, but he prefers to wear a beret instead of a windbreaker. But he was wearing a windbreaker the day he arrested me."
It's confirmed!
The mysterious organization is S.H.I.E.L.D.
Locke raised an eyebrow.
An eye patch basically proves that the Hardman Victoria mentioned is Nick Fury, the director of the legendary secret organization S.H.I.E.L.D.
Let me put it this way.
When people see the Hulk, they know it's Hulk.
When people see Iron Man, they know Tony Stark.
When people saw the old black slave wearing an eyepatch and pretending to be a pirate, they knew it must be Nick Fury.
Just like the Hulk can only be transformed by Bruce Banner, the eyepatch can only be worn by Nick Fury.
only...
Locke walked to the balcony with a glass of wine in hand, gazing at Central Park across from the Star Building. Curiously, he asked Victoria on the other end of the line, "How did you get out?"
Would Nick Fury let the defecting Victoria go so easily?
"The Roman Brotherhood rescued me."
"…I'm listening."
"I'm sorry, they knew I had business dealings with you. They rescued me and wanted to know from me how to find you."
Victoria, with her blonde hair, blue eyes and sweet appearance, boarded the private plane that came to pick her up. She sipped the red wine, with a smile on her face and an apology on her lips.
Locke was not surprised at all: "It's okay, as long as the person comes out."
The same thing.
His life is almost gone, and no secret is more important than his own life. Locke would not do this, and naturally, he would not ask others to do it.
It is normal for the Roman Brotherhood to know about this matter.
After all, Victoria Knox is an arms dealer, and the only way for an arms dealer to advertise is to tell new customers who her old customers are.
Originally, Locke was not very well-known among Victoria's customers.
He's just an assassin.
But who can blame Victoria Knox for liking to buy on credit? When faced with customers who want to buy on credit, in order to ensure that the customers will not default on the money, she will definitely show off Locke.
so...
Locke lowered his head and smiled: "It's okay, I can understand."
Just confess it.
The Peerless Assassin, this person does not exist at all. As long as he does not wear sunglasses, it is impossible for the other party to find him even if they turn the entire earth upside down.
Unfortunately, Locke was wrong.
Victoria Knox said over there, "They must have useful clues, so I'll give your little friend..."
Locke narrowed his eyes when he heard this: "What little kid."
"Locke Broughton, um, your little friend, right?"
"What?"
"Feel sorry."
Victoria Knox continued to apologize, her tone sweet: "If I don't give them an explanation, they will ask me to give them an explanation. They are very strong, unparalleled."
"Me too."
"Varied..."
Locke interrupted directly: "Goodbye, Victoria."
Finished.
Locke hung up the phone decisively and at the same time blocked the sweet-looking Victoria Knox from his friend database.
I give you some further information to enhance our friendship, not to betray you.
You betrayed Wushuang. As a friend, I can understand and I won't blame you for doing so in order to protect yourself.
But it was wrong of you to betray Locke.
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