"Ding! 』
"Mission completed: "Assassin Junior"
『Quest Reward: "Achievement Point*500", "Potential Point*500", "Treasure Refresh Ticket*1"
"Scene bonus: "100 times!"
"Settlement! 』
"Ding! 』
"Task reward: "Achievement point*50000, "Potential point*50000", "Treasure refresh ticket*1""
"Current status:"
"Name: Locke Broughton (sole player
"Achievement point: 6.5W (can be used to purchase items in the achievement mall
"Potential point: 5.8W (can be used to upgrade own skills
"Supreme Talent: Extraordinary (Golden Quality, Level 1): My energy is inexhaustible, your energy is beyond your imagination! 』
"Extraordinary Talent: Tenacity (Level 2): Your body will be able to withstand more damage, and at the same time, you will gain faster recovery after you get out of the damage (upgrading to Level 3 requires 4W potential points
"Extraordinary Skill: Spear Throwing (Advanced): Your marksmanship has become even more inscrutable and unbelievable! (2W Potential Points need to be consumed to upgrade the blue quality to the red quality)”
"Extraordinary Skill: Falconry (Elementary): You can change your name to Assassin, not the kind of killer who only knows **** with firearms. 』
"Extraordinary Skill: Stealth (Elementary): Although it is not stealth, if the level is high, as long as you want, you can stage a realistic version of an empty house. 』
"Talent: None"
"Skill: Driving..."
"Mission: "Chemistry Competition"
"..."
night time.
Locke leaned on his sofa, sipping the bourbon in the cup, watching the bonus that began to increase with the nightly news reports, and when the bonus factor reached 100 times, he chose to submit this task.
moment.
A wave of fat!
Locke drank the bourbon from the glass.
Beautiful.
As for the TV news, the FBI's Chief Detective Colin and the NYPD's Inspector George Stacy released a joint release listing the Peerless Assassins as so-called terrorists?
Locke has no psychological pressure on this.
Doing anything has a price.
For example, when a person is killed, he will die.
Locke's principle is very simple, I don't mess with you, you don't mess with me, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude.
Nick Fury?
Moving him means moving the plot?
Ah.
If it weren't for the fact that the SHIELD was not counted in this task, and if he joined it, Locke would dare to directly take the SHIELD, and it would be very delicious to use the SHIELD to exchange for his one million points.
"only……"
Locke smacked his lips, got up, and walked towards the bar with some regrets: "I still couldn't see Nick Fury's charred black egg with his own eyes."
He only saw the scene of the two charred people screaming and falling.
Locke used Stark's lightning ground-to-air missile to knock down the plane. Unfortunately, the plane didn't land very well and fell into the river, while the Jersey City police and New York The city police were also coming, so Locke had to withdraw.
I thought the news would be broadcast live.
result……
Salvage is salvage, but unfortunately, there is no live broadcast of the salvage of the body from the wreckage of the plane.
What?
Nick Fury is not dead?
Ah.
That is the lightning surface-to-air individual missile produced by Stark. Do you think it is a defective product produced by the imitation company next door, Hammer Industries?
Locke actually intends to purchase Hammer Industries' imitation of Stark Industries' missiles against the Benchmark Lightning.
After all, Stark Industries, this round is $100,000, and Hammer Industries has $50,000 a round, and it's a special buy ten get one free.
But Locke thought about it, how about Nick Fury, he is also a decent person.
So Locke had a good heart and simply bought a Stark Industries one.
As long as Nick Fury was on the plane, under a lightning missile, and he was a direct hit, under such circumstances, if Nick Fury could survive, Locke would dare to give his surname to him. Write upside down.
Nick Fury, at best, lived longer.
Then what?
What else?
If the US team is on that plane, then the US team will kneel!
……etc.
Locke blinked.
Speaking of Captain America, Locke suddenly remembered that he seemed to have promised Gwen something when he went to school for him.
Oneshette!
Locke's eyes narrowed slightly.
the next day!
Brooklyn!
Steve Rogers House!
"Oh my God."
Locke stood at the door of an old, but unusually strong house, blinked, and looked at the words on a sign stuck in the yard of the house. Eastern people.
Gwen looked at Locke's shocked expression and asked curiously, "What are you thinking?"
Locke came back to his senses and looked at Gwen: "I was thinking, this yard can run horses or not."
Gwen was stunned for a moment, then opened a nice white eye, and then looked at Locke: "Do you miss Texas?"
Locke thought for a while: "It can't be counted as nostalgia, but it is my hometown after all."
Gwen smiled and said, "It's normal for you to want to go back. After all, it's normal that you just came to New York when you encounter such a thing and want to escape."
Locke blinked: "Escape?"
Gwen nodded seriously: "It's okay, it's normal."
This would have been normal.
It's normal for anyone to want to escape, leave, and return to the hometown where he is familiar and has a sense of belonging.
Gwen felt that something was wrong with Locke these days. Although he was still looking forward to the various exams in school as before, he always looked absent-minded.
Especially yesterday, this feeling was even worse.
Gwen remembered what his mother Helen had said, and she had also read some books on psychology in the past few days, hoping to help Locke get out of the haze as soon as possible.
This time, taking advantage of the last weekend of November, I came to bring Locke to visit the former home and museum of the US team for this purpose.
Gwen pursed his lips and said, "Locke, you must know how many interviews the US team has participated in in order to join the army. People say that the US team became the US team because of the injection of super soldier potion, but I think, It's because of the brave and strong heart of Team America that makes Team America Team America."
Locke opened his mouth.
He thought so too.
but……
Why did Gwen say this to him all of a sudden?
Question marks emerged from Locke's head.
next second.
Locke's eyes moved down, and fell on the hand with a hint of tenderness that was holding his own hand.
Gwen's.
"Locke."
"Ok?"
"I'll accompany you to see a psychiatrist."
"Okay...wait!"
Locke recovered and looked at Gwen: "Psychiatrist, why?"
good end.
What psychiatrist do I see?
I'm not sick, and it's that black braised egg who thinks he is an antisocial personality. Please, he likes cats, dogs, rabbits, and pythons. No matter how you look at it, there is no antisocial personality.
Gwen sighed: "Resistance is a typical performance. In fact, we all sympathize with your experience."
Locke was confused: "Wait, what happened?"
Gwen looked at Locke with concern: "Actually, everyone is kind, so you don't need to resist so much."
Isn't our conversation on the same channel?
encounter?
Locke raised his eyebrows and seemed to think of something. He looked at Gwen: "You mean, what happened to me being abused by those guys?"
Gwen gave a Locke, you still pretended.
Locke's mouth twitched.
This is a misunderstanding.
Locke shook his head: "Trust me, Gwen, I'm fine, and if every encounter like this can make me more than 10 million, I can't wait to have it every day."
What a joke.
Locke has made up his mind. From now on, until next year, Wushuang Assassin will suspend activities.
The reason why he was an assassin was also for missions, but more importantly, he hoped to make money from the assassin industry to make his life better.
The main energy for earning achievement points and potential points, Locke has always been on campus.
After all, assassins or something can be done after he graduates, but it is impossible for him to return to school to do school tasks when he grows up.
This is the same as in some games. I rushed out of the novice village. As a result, I turned around and found that there were still a few tasks in the novice village. .
Locke didn't want such a thing to happen to him.
at the moment?
With the huge sum of more than 10 million on the bright side, he can suspend the assassination mission. After all, the points earned by working overtime every night are not as good as writing a paper at night and taking a test to get the points faster.
It's hard to go from one hundred dollars to ten thousand dollars.
But from 10 million to 100 million, the difficulty is far less difficult than the former.
Locke was thinking about waiting until tomorrow, finding a good Wall Street investor, throwing the money in, and relying on this tens of millions, as long as he didn't spend too much, he could retire early.
not to mention.
Now the limelight is not very good, let the Peerless Assassin appear for a while, or, find a time to do a mission in New Jersey to divert the attention of New York City.
Gwen looked at Locke, who had the usual smile on his face, and shook his head worriedly: "Money, can't heal the wounds in the heart. Although I haven't experienced it, I hope I can understand you."
Locke's mouth twitched: "Gwen, I'm really fine. Money can't solve all problems, but it can solve 99% of the problems."
Gwen blinked.
Locke smiled and said, "At the very least, with the money, after we go to college, we can consider sharing an apartment outside instead of living in the school, right?"
Gwen: "...let's wait until next week to get back from Maine and see a psychiatrist."
Locke: "..."