Chapter 110： Witch Carrie's Rebirth

Of course he didn't tell George.

After all, I just got back yesterday. I can't just get off the bus yesterday and say to George, hey, George, I want to go out to sea with Gwen during the New Year's, so I won't be with you for the New Year?

George will go crazy.

From George's point of view, this time he and Gwen went to Augusta, they were all eloping. They called three times a day, morning, noon and evening. to Locke's phone.

Then……

Gwen spoke.

At that time, Locke could clearly feel that George on the other end of the phone was beating faster and breathing more heavily. If it was in the same city in New York, Locke had no doubt that George would directly order the city of the New York Police Department to surround his room.

but.

Locke looked at Gwen, who was delivering his gaze, and nodded with a smile, as if I would tell George when I was fishing with George this week.

Hope George agrees.

If he doesn't agree, Locke thinks, George, maybe he will regret fishing by himself, why didn't he wear a helmet.

Locke thought so.

afternoon.

Locke and Gwen and Cindy say goodbye to Kahn.

In fact, Zhongcheng University had a holiday yesterday, but it was a holiday based on happy education. If you want to receive quality education, in fact, today is the official holiday.

After Gwen got in the car, he fastened his seat belt and looked at Locke who was driving: "Want to go to our house for dinner?"

Locke smiled and flicked his phone: "When I went to Augusta, something fell on Chester's side. I'm going to take it home."

Gwen's eyes lit up: "Need my help?"

Locke thought for a while: "You can help, but you're going to lie to your father."

"what?"

"Guess what."

Gwen looked at Locke with a mysterious smile on his face, and then, understood, and then said helplessly: "You should know that if you are caught by the New York Police Department, you will be punished, my dad. It certainly won't help you."

Locke felt thankful that George didn't fall into the trap.

but……

Locke shrugged: "I'm a cowboy, and I don't drink in public."

Gwen shook his head: "Okay, then I won't accompany you, but you'd better hide it better. Dad came back last time, but he told me that you are hiding your wine."

Locke looked at Gwen: "Make up a message, send it to me, and I'll check it somewhere else?"

Gwen directly gave Locke a roll of eyes: "...Okay."

The corners of Locke's mouth rose.

Look.

There is an inner response, which is so good.

Poor George, I'm afraid he hasn't thought that his little padded jacket has leaked to such an extent.

soon.

After sending Gwen home, Locke went to Chester's house, carried ten bottles of Thunder Bourbon that he had purchased to his car, and then killed him all the way home.

soon.

Ten bottles of Thunder Bourbon were all transported back to the Xingchen Building.

Locke looked at the empty bar counter and smacked his lips: "If you want to fill it up, after this year, you still need to wait four years."

I don't know if the house here can last for four years.

bah bah bah!

Locke shook his head, feeling the buried clone on Augusta's side, directly chose to interrupt the energy transmission of the clone over there, and then used the golden apple to form a Locke.

Silent night.

The car is galloping!

Brooklyn, a warehouse in an industrial area.

Locke, wearing sunglasses, sat in the car, made a phone call, and flashed his headlights twice. After a while, not far away, a closed warehouse door slowly opened.

Locke laughed, drove, and drove in directly.

get off.

Locke glanced at the guards holding firearms on both sides, chuckled lightly, and shook hands with a white-haired old man walking over there: "Doctor Keller, I'll trouble you this time."

Whether it's Locke or Wushuang with glasses, politeness is always maintained.

and.

This time, Locke is also begging for the doctor Hans Keller in front of him.

Hans Keller.

The gold medal cosmetician of the criminal world.

Makeover magician.

If you commit a crime, if you can find the Doctor Hans Keller in front of you, then he will use his fantastic hands to completely change your face.

but……

Hans Keller charged a lot.

Generally, the people who can find Hans Keller, and who can get Hans Keller to take orders, are the famous jewelry thieves.

There seems to be a consensus that thieves are richer than killers.

The same is true for the East.

The thief handsome Chu Liuxiang.

Be a thief.

Pirates of Saint Baiyutang.

Uh... this doesn't count. I don't do my job properly, so I can't blame others.

In short, you haven't heard of it, a few killers are rich.

Hans Keller looks like the legend, likes to wear suits, even late at night, with sunglasses and leather gloves at all times, Locke smiled reluctantly: "This way please."

If he had a choice, he would never take this order.

The main reason why he chose Jewel Thief is not because they are rich, but because they have no heart like killers. Don't worry, after the service is over, they will be silenced by them.

but……

Hans Keller had no choice.

He can only hope, hope, that this time the unparalleled assassin, like the guests who made an exception last time, will not kill the donkey.

correct.

The last client who made him make an exception was Raymond Reddington!

Locke seemed to see through the thoughts of Dr. Keller who was walking in front, and the corner of his mouth raised: "Relax, Dr. Keller, I never kill innocent people, don't I, that's why you chose to take my order after weighing it, isn't it?"

What tradeoffs?

MMP.

If it wasn't for you knocking on my window directly in the middle of the night, it would be strange that I would take care of you.

If you have the ability, you can send an email in advance, and you can see if I will fly away directly. I can't provoke you devils who kill without blinking. Can I still hide?

As long as he has money, even in a potato-growing country, he can live like an emperor.

Dr. Hans Keller reluctantly smiled again, and led Locke into a ward that looked like a modern operating room. Then, he turned around, nodded at Locke, and waved to the two nurses in the room. is to leave.

Locke put his hands in his pockets, looked at the girl who was leaning on the hospital bed, looked at him, tilted his head, smiled and said, "Have you chosen the new face you want, Carrie?"

Carrie looked at Locke: "Why?"

Yes.

Carrie!

The corpse excavated from the ruins was not Carrie's, but a clone of Carrie created by Locke with the golden apple.

The real Carrie, as early as that night, was directly packed by Locke, rented a black plane, and transported it here.

Locke walked over, pulled out the chair, grabbed an orange on the bedside table, and picked it up, looking at Carrie: "My power is for killing people, not for committing suicide."

that night.

Carrie did not choose to save her mother with a blood bottle, but wanted to die with her mother.

The kung fu of three to five and two to two.

Locke broke off the peeled orange, handed half of it to Carrie, who was looking at him, and smiled: "Your actions that night were obviously impulsive, not a decision made after careful consideration. Now, if you want to If you want to kill yourself, no one can stop you, can you?"

Carrie looked down at the oranges handed to her, and fell silent.

"A lot of people are dead, I am a devil, and my mother said I am the daughter of a devil."

"They are guilty."

Locke's tone was soft: "In the beginning, you wanted to have power, didn't you just think that if you had power, no one could bully you, and, to die, those who once laughed at you and humiliated you, those Did you let the people who helped you even when you were angry, such as... Teacher Desjardin?"

Carrie's eyes twinkled.

At the dance, she almost lost her mind, only one thought.

die.

They all be damned.

She even mentioned Mr. Desjardin at one point, intending to throw Desjardin into the water full of electricity and electrocute him alive.

but……

Carrie's reason prevailed, and she recognized that it was the only teacher in the school who stood up and helped her when she was being bullied, and did justice for her and punished those bullies.

"And Su!"

"Su?"

"right."

Locke said with a smile: "When you were going to bury you and your mother, although Su also played a prank on you, because Su already knew that her behavior was wrong, she already knew it was wrong, so you forgive me. Did she push Suzi out of the house at the last moment?"

Carrie pursed her lips. "Su..."

Locke said: "Look, the dead are all damned, undeserved, innocent, you haven't touched them, do you think if you were a demon, would this be the case?"

Carrie looked at Locke, hesitated, and shook her head.

Locke smiled brightly, and stuffed the last peeled oranges into Carrie's hands: "Now, you have a new life, choose a new face, start over, your future is far better than those damned People's future will be bright, I promise."

After all, it was also the first subordinate he gathered.

He died so easily, where would he save face as the future boss of M78 Nebula?

Then againCarrie is a witch.

Locke wouldn't switch his profession to a witch if he was killed anyway. This thing is the same as women's clothing, only zero and countless times.

He would rather be a normal person.

Therefore, at this time, it is very necessary to have a witch helper.

Locke patted Carrie's bed, got up, and walked outside: "I look forward to your new life, Carrie."

"……etc."

"Ok?"

Locke turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Carrie looked at Locke, who had reached the door, and asked, "Why?"

Locke: "..."