Chapter 8： Destiny to kill me

after an hour.

Locke smiled and waved goodbye to the police officer who specially sent him to the door.

The policeman left his phone number just in case Locke had any discomfort.

soon.

Wait until the police officer enters the elevator and leaves.

Close the door.

Locke's face suddenly darkened.

Taking off his shirt, Locke walked into the bathroom, twisted his body, and carefully untied the bandage he had just wrapped around him.

Into the eye.

The dozen or so fragments that were originally left behind have disappeared without a trace.

Level 3 tenacity, so terrifying!

"Gudong!"

Locke walked out of the bathroom, took out a bottle of bourbon from inside the bar, poured a glass, and drank it directly.

Ordinary sixteen-year-olds cannot buy alcohol.

But Locke is no ordinary man.

The next second.

Locke raised his head and looked at the study on the second floor.

Inside the study.

It's still the special computer of the Continental Hotel. Chi Guo put on Locke on his upper body, and directly clicked on a chat software on the computer.

"Wu Shuang: "In?"

"I'm not the Red Devil: "Speak!""

"Wushuang: "There is a corpse in Manhattan tonight. I want to know all the news about him."

"I'm not the Red Devil: "Wait a minute"

Locke looked at the message and leaned back in the computer chair.

The New York Police Department has the New York Police Department's investigation methods.

The dark world also exists!

Even many times, the information of the dark world comes much faster than the agencies on the bright side.

If it wasn't for Locke's inability to speculate in stocks, taking advantage of the speed of information transmission in the dark world, it would be possible to mix a wave of the stock market.

Of course.

The information of the dark world is true and false.

However, the source of information that Locke talked about is still very good.

When Locke was in Texas, he had several transactions with this intelligence agent, and he could be regarded as a pleasant business partner. Locke also took orders from this guy several times in private.

Anyway, Locke does not refuse to come, as long as the order he places allows the system to perform tasks, he will accept it.

As for who is this guy?

Locke seriously suspects that this guy is the Red Devil, the legendary goalkeeper of the dark world.

Of course.

It was definitely not the Red Devil who was talking to him.

It should be a salesman under the Red Devils.

After all, the Red Devil's name is much louder than Locke's, and he still eats intelligence food. Almost every second, people are looking for the Red Devil to do business.

Locke is just one of them.

after awhile.

replied.

"I'm not the Red Devil: "One hundred thousand!"

"Wushuang: "Are you stealing money, who is it, intelligence is so expensive?"

Good guy.

"Wushuang: "I know your boss, let me give you a discount, everyone has been working together for so many years."

"I'm not the Red Devil: "Wait a minute!"

"Wushuang: "Okay.""

Locke touched the chin that finally started to grow a beard again, and looked at the message on the computer screen.

Is an identity worth 100,000?

Do you really think that money is not money?

Although it's quick money to be a killer, Locke has spent a lot these two days.

Let's put it this way.

If Locke doesn't take orders from now on, by this time next year, he will watch the IRS drive a tank and come to him to chat because he can't pay the property tax.

"I'm not the Red Devil: "I asked the boss, the boss said, you are our friend, this information can be given to you for free."

No matter what you are doing, you are either a traitor or a thief.

"Wu Shuang: "The price?""

"I'm not the Red Devil: "Next time, if there is an order, help us complete it for free, and exchange it at an equivalent value. If this information is exceeded, we will make up the difference."

"Wushuang: "No problem!"

Locke said directly by typing.

There is no love and hate in this world for no reason.

He also doesn't want to be cheap. After all, free things have been thoroughly proven, and the more free things are, the higher the cost.

fair enough.

Equivalent exchange.

That's what he does. It doesn't matter who he kills, as long as the system can perform missions, as long as the system performs missions, he will be judged as a bad person. If he kills him, there is no psychological pressure.

In this world, after all, someone needs to uphold justice.

So…

Why can't that person be me?

soon.

A ding dong sound.

Locke opened his mailbox in the dark world and clicked in.

She raised her eyebrows!

WTF?

Gallagher Abel, male, thirty-five years old, alias Mr. Y, Dark World, New York Brotherhood Assassin!

what's the situation?

Mr. Y?

fraternity?

Assassin?

Peer?

What are you doing?

"Ding! 』

"Mission Completed (Injustice and Debt

"Quest Reward: "Achievement Point*1000", "Potential Point*1000", "Treasure Refresh Ticket*1""

"Ding! 』

"Task generation! 』

"New mission: My life is up to me! 』

"Quest Reward: "Achievement Point*2000", "Potential Point*2000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1""

"Task description: "In this world, there is such a magical textile machine. According to legend, this textile machine brings the will of God. There is a group of people who save ten, a hundred, or even a thousand people by killing one person. Practice your beliefs, and they will remove any name that appears on the loom, what if your name appears?""

"Remarks: You are a player, UU reading www.uukanshu. com If this world has a destiny, then this destiny is not qualified to judge you! 』

"W...T...F?"

Locke frowned.

textile machine?

fraternity?

Wanted?

Just kidding, how could Lao Tzu's name appear on the loom of fate?

Locke raised his eyebrows with an expression of disbelief.

Isn't that fate loom a fake?

Locke has naturally seen the movie Wanted. Similarly, he also knows that there is a fraternity here, and he even plans to find a way to visit after he has stabilized his feet in New York for a while.

after all…

"Spear throwing" is a unique skill.

Brotherhood's signature skill!

but…

I haven't gone to the textile factory to study yet, my dear, tell me now, Lao Tzu's name has been tinkered with by the fate loom?

Did I offend that old nigger?

Locke blinked, thinking about such a question in his mind.

Not right.

The Destiny Textile Machine seems to be real at the beginning, it was not faked by Sloan, and Sloan is indeed doing his best to practice his so-called justice with the name on the Destiny Textile Machine.

It seems that after Sloan discovered his name came out, Sloan's mentality completely exploded, and then he chose to start forging, using the fate loom as an excuse to make a profit for himself.

so…

The Fate Textile Machine can't actually be false, but Sloan will turn the fake into the real?

That is to say?

Destiny to kill me?

Locke raised his eyebrows.

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