Chapter 141： Candlelight memorial service in the port

George never stopped giving up the idea of ​​capturing the unparalleled assassin.

After all, who let the unparalleled assassin provoke the NYPD when he was a police detective, and even kidnapped his future son-in-law at one point?

Although George no longer needs to go out for field work, he always pays attention to the unparalleled assassin.

And Locke's Audi R8 was naturally the object of George's attention.

The Peerless Assassin loves the R8, otherwise, he wouldn't be driving a one-off R8 for every mission, whether it's a textile factory or the moment he kills someone at the prison gate, it's an R8.

George ordered the police officers in charge of patrolling the New York port to check whether Locke's Audi R8 was still there three times a day, and whether there were any signs of being moved. Even the port's surveillance was almost in full working condition.

but.

The Peerless Assassins didn't squat, on the contrary, they squatted a lot, at least five groups of thieves who planned to come to the port to steal cars.

Those car thieves had just destroyed the surveillance, and then, before they drove out of the port in five minutes, they were made dumplings by the police force who arrived.

Under George's concern, the port parking lot, which basically disappeared three cars a day, actually maintained a situation where not a single car was lost, which greatly improved the safety and living standards of the port.

Even the wife of the owner of the New York Port Company specifically mentioned George's move when she was having dinner with the current mayor, Ms. Casey. For this reason, Ms. Casey specially invited George and Helen to have lunch, which was a pleasant surprise. , George never imagined.

but……

The trace of the unparalleled assassin was still not found.

Locke smiled in his heart, nonsense, he went to the sea to play PUBG and Rim Atlantic, no one else was in New York, how could the unparalleled assassin be in New York.

Helen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at Gwen behind him: "Your father has been stunned. The most information in the study recently is the information of this unparalleled assassin, and he also specifically contacted his friends in Texas, coming here. All the files of the Peerless Assassin are under study."

Gwen smiled. "I'm sure Dad can do it, right, Locke."

Locke nodded.

Flattered.

Good guy, in the future, my father-in-law cares so much about him, I can't wait to find him and throw him in jail, what should I do, wait online, it's not urgent or not.

George also snorted twice: "I will definitely catch this guy!"

The justice of lynching is not justice.

George had no doubts about this.

night time.

The New York port, at this moment, has gathered a large number of people. For this reason, the New York Police Department had to send enough police force to come here to maintain order.

Even anyone who wants to enter the New York port needs to be searched to ensure that no weapons are on them.

no way.

All members of the Poseidon were killed, and only eleven people survived. However, behind the more than 3,000 people who died, there were at least 3,000 families.

What if some angry family members of the victims turned their anger on the survivors?

Not to mention, one of the survivors this time is their own family member of the New York Police Department.

so……

Tonight's port is extraordinarily safe. Originally, the port terminal where the Poseidon was docked had also been vacated. In the sky, three helicopters from the New York Police Department were circling.

Countless people crowded around the port, crying and wailing, resounding constantly.

When Locke and others arrived in New York, the Poseidon was confirmed to have sunk due to huge waves, and the news that there were no survivors had been confirmed and reported by major media in New York.

The hope in the hearts of countless families of the victims was completely dashed.

this day.

Hospitals across New York City are also extraordinarily busy.

When Locke and Gwen took a taxi to the port, they caught their eyes and blinked at the crowded scene inside.

at this time.

A homeless man came over and looked at Locke and Gwen: "You two, you are also here for the candlelight memorial service."

talking.

Before Locke and Gwen nodded, the tramp took out two candles from his arms and handed them to Locke and Gwen.

Locke looked at the candle that Gwen took over, and the tramp: "How much?"

The homeless waved his hand: "I don't make this kind of money."

Done.

The homeless looked not far away, got off the taxi again, and a couple with red eyes from crying walked over, also took out two candles, and then did not charge any cents.

Compared with this homeless man, not far away, there is also a cardboard box, with a happy smile on his face, a little black man who sells with five dollars and a candle is particularly dazzling.

Locke narrowed his eyes: "Gwen, I want to tell you something."

Gwen looked at Locke curiously.

Locke looked at Xiao Hei, who was full of joy and made a fortune, and said solemnly, "I don't have racial discrimination, but this picture is a bit too ironic."

Gwen followed Locke's gaze to the candle selling, and even pestered a family member of an obvious victim, Xiao Hei, who had an endless smile on his face, pursed his lips: "There are always a few people with low quality."

Locke nodded: "I agree."

But don't fully agree.

Dark skinned, few people are of high quality.

As Locke thought about it, he took out an item from the inventory, clacked, and landed on the homeless man and the little black, and then said to Gwen, "Let's go in."

He doesn't like to meddle in his own business.

but……

This time is different.

into the port.

soon.

Locke and Gwen have found a large force.

even……

"Pepper?"

Gwen looked surprised at Pepper Potts in a pair of jeans and an inconspicuous coat.

Pepper said, "Sorry for not being able to come back with you."

Several people waved their hands to show their understanding.

If Pepper was on the plane, they would probably be surrounded by the media, and I'm afraid they wouldn't even have time to rest.

Locke and Dylan stood by.

One smoke per person.

Dylan looked at the pier where the Poseidon used to be, and said, "I plan to stabilize."

Locke was not surprised at all: "Congratulations."

"Lend me some money."

"..."

MMP!

You, an old man in his thirties, and a seventeen-year-old me who is still a child, borrow money? Is this reasonable?

This needs to be replaced by another person, and Locke has already given it out in one go.

Dylan looked at Locke who was looking at him with an inexplicable look, his expression very melancholy: "My savings are all on the Poseidon."

He won millions.

but……

gone.

After all, when the huge waves hit, the chips in his hand hadn't had time to exchange.

so.

Dylan said, "If you don't support me, I'm afraid I'll go bankrupt in place."

Locke asked curiously, "Where did you live just now?"

"Maggie's house is in the Upper East Side, quite close to the Xingchen Building where you live."

"You can continue."

"no."

Dylan shook his head: "Maggie's ex-husband is too lazy to do it. Maggie couldn't bear it so she divorced him. I must have some money, otherwise, I guess I will end up like that ex-husband."

Locke thought about Dylan's skills: "Then what are you going to do?"

This stuff...

In addition to the submariner's skills, the rest is gambling.

Dylan took a deep breath and exhaled a smoke ring: "Get a fire company. In the early days, Robert said he had a few factory fire-fighting equipment business for me, and then Pepper also said that some small fire You can give it to me, now it's time to start the capital."

Robert was the former mayor of New York. Those who can run for mayor are not capitalists. After becoming mayor, they will also become capitalists. It is not surprising that there are several companies.

After all, a ticket is 250,000.

Not to mention Pepper, although Stark Industries is now under the management of Tony Stark's godfather Obadiah Stan, Pepper can still propose such a small business of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands Replace it.

after all……

Everyone is a friendship that got together and escaped death. If it wasn't for a few people who were younger, I am afraid that after escaping from death, they would have made blood alliances and become half-brothers.

Locke thought so in his heart, and threw away the cigarette butt: "How much do you want?"

Dylan thought for a while: "Fifty... no, 300,000, it's really not good, I'll find a chance to go to Las Vegas a few times, and within a year, I'll definitely give it back to you."

Locke glanced at Dylan: "300,000? So little, where do you live?"

Dylan shrugged: "Find a motel and squat."

Locke smiled, took out a brand new checkbook from his arms, wrote three million, signed his name, tore it off and handed it to Dylan: "It's fine anytime."

He made a net profit of more than 50 million on the Poseidon.

three million?

drizzle.

Locke felt that if it wasn't for the extra money at night, he felt that he could say goodbye to the killer career.

but……

There are also rewards for assassination missions. No matter how small the flies are, they are meat. Money may not be saved by saving, but, saving, you can definitely save money.

As for why it is so generous Locke doesn't have many friends, but if they are friends, Locke will help.

Three million is just a small number to him.

Dylan looked at the check he received with a smile on his face, and then asked curiously, "Isn't your wallet or something in the Poseidon like us?"

Locke put away his checkbook: "If you have 50 million in the bank, you can ask the bank manager to come to your house to find you at night."

Dylan: "..."

After Locke was sent back to the Star Building by George at noon, the bank manager brought him a brand-new bank card and a brand-new checkbook in the afternoon.

This is the Commonwealth.

Rich is the federation of heaven!

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