Chapter 147： literal meaning

what the hell?

I did it again?

Why don't I know it myself?

If it's about the murder last night or something, Locke may have lost his memory and can't remember it, but tonight, hey, he has a 100% alibi.

The thought turned.

next second.

Locke's anger suddenly surged.

If he is just an ordinary killer, then maybe he is really impersonated by this guy. After all, ordinary killers don't have the special notice and the bullets that will disappear automatically.

Kill the innocent first, then the police?

This is not a simple impersonation incident.

This is really like going up to the thatched hut with a lantern.

Locke was still sighing outside the door just now. As a result, after entering the door, he suddenly found out that it was himself who created all these tragedies?

Uh……

fake self.

Tao Ruisi was stunned for a moment, her husband used to be George's partner, and of course he had heard of this notice, his eyes almost widened: "How is this possible, who is Jeff, you know George better than me, he How is it possible to receive a notice, doesn’t the peerless assassin only kill guilty people, how could Jeff receive a notice?”

"Of course I know what Jeff is like," George said.

Tao Ruisi's expression was extremely painful: "Then why..."

Take a look at the furniture and furnishings in their room. Some of the furniture was even given by others at Tao Ruisi's wedding. They were tinkered with, and basically, they were never changed.

Locke and Gwen sat aside, in charge, looking after Taurice and Jeff's three oldest children, who were less than ten years old.

Two daughters, one son.

Gwen didn't look back, and sighed as she heard the crying coming from the living room behind her.

Locke looked at Gwen.

Gwen shook his head: "Taurice is a full-time wife, and their youngest daughter Mandy has chronic diseases and needs to take medicine regularly."

Locke understood.

In fact, most families in the Federation have a very low ability to resist risks. Unlike Dongguo, in Dongguo, if most families have no income for half a year or a year, the hardship will be over.

But in the Commonwealth, no income basically means one thing.

They've already started the timer to become homeless.

What?

Does the NYPD have a pension?

no kidding.

George's current annual salary is only 70,000 to 80,000 yuan. How much pension can he give to the families of the injured and wounded police officers?

This is why Locke feels that the spider is not worthy of the title of hero.

A true hero always sacrifices himself in exchange for the safety of thousands of people.

Iron Man can be said to be a hero because of that snap of his fingers.

Captain America Steve is a hero.

But what about the little spider?

Every time the little spider grows, it is accompanied by the destruction of other people's homes. Is he worthy of the title of superhero?

at the moment?

Locke always felt that his nameless fire was swaying.

Someone used his name to kill the police officer, which made Locke suddenly feel inexplicable.

Fake!

after awhile.

Locke and others left, because there may be people from the funeral department at the police station later.

out the door.

When the four of them walked towards the parking lot, Helen and George, who were walking in front, said, "They should organize donations."

George nodded.

No way, the NYPD's pension is very low, it is a well-known thing, and because of this, basically, if a colleague is unfortunately killed, they will organize donations.

Although the money is not a lot, at least, it will not make people live on the street because they can't pay real estate taxes in the second year.

Moreover, various colleagues in the New York Police Department will also take special care. Basically, tickets and violations are completely impossible. Some good colleagues will often come to provide help within their ability based on feelings.

After all, any police officer will have such a day, helping others, in fact, to a certain extent, is helping themselves.

That's why Ms. Casey has the support of NYPD officers.

Because Ms. Casey promised to greatly improve the treatment of NYPD officers, and, after she was successfully elected, did so, although it was still very little, but at least it was improved.

Helen hummed: "Find a nanny tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I'll bring Gwen to Jeff's house to help."

Gwen, who was walking behind with Locke, said, "Bring little George too. Little George and Mary played well. You can let little George comfort and take care of Mary tomorrow."

Mary was the ten-year-old from Jeff's family who had been sitting over there, silent, a very quiet-looking little girl.

Helen nodded: "That's a good idea."

In the parking lot, Locke and the Gwen family separated and drove back to the Xingchen Building.

Enter the house.

Locke took off his suit and trench coat, took bourbon and a cup from the bar, and went directly to the study on the second floor.

Pour wine.

power on.

All in one drink.

All in one go.

Looking at the opened computer interface, Locke directly used advanced hacking techniques to hack into the backstage of the whole-process surveillance system with nearly 7,000 cameras all over New York. Surveillance nearby.

but……

There is no surveillance in that alley, and in the vicinity, the surveillance of that alley can be photographed, either it is broken, or simply the chewing gum stuck on it has dried and has not been removed.

There are nearly 7,000 cameras in the whole city. After careful calculation, there are nearly 5,000 cameras that can operate and shoot normally. There are more than 2,000 cameras that have been waiting for replacement or maintenance due to cost and manpower reasons. .

is a master.

After looking around to no avail, Locke left the keyboard with both hands, stared at the gleaming Bourbon with less than half of it on his desk, and sneered.

Pity.

Who are you not good at disguising, but you want to disguise me?

The living don't know who you are.

Don't the dead still know who you are?

Locke got up, drank the remaining bourbon in the cup, took out the sunglasses from his arms, put them on, and stepped forward, leaving a clone who stayed at home to disguise him, and then went straight downstairs, Walk towards the door.

Ordinary people cannot make dead people speak.

Kroc is no ordinary person.

His motto is that if the game can't be played, the game will be meaningless.

Who is playing reasoning with you.

I want to see, how dare you to pretend to be me!

New York Police Department.

Morgue.

With the help of the light from Callum Lynch, who looks exactly like Magneto, Locke was the first time to use the concealment technique today. Under the child, he quietly arrived at the forensic office on the second basement floor.

"Ok?"

Just received the news, returned to the office, prepared for an autopsy test overnight, the judge who changed his clothes, turned around, frowned at the door that seemed to be pushed open suddenly and then swayed, and said, "Who is outside. "

Locke stood behind the forensic doctor and said, "Hi."

The forensic doctor was shocked, turned around, and then, with a thud, he was directly knocked on the head, and then fell to the ground with a gorgeous thud.

At the moment the forensic doctor landed, the folder in his hand was firmly caught by Locke with his right hand wearing a leather glove.

quite a while.

Locke dragged the forensic doctor to his office chair and sat down, took a pose, and filled the forensic doctor with a bottle of stun potion to ensure that he could sleep all night, and then turned around and entered the laboratory with three planing tables. went inside.

into the eye.

The three planing tables are already full.

There just pushed the couple out of the freezer together. The assistant who was standing in the corner and ended the phone call with his girlfriend explained that the assistant who couldn't go back tonight put away the phone and looked at the man with sunglasses who walked in swaggeringly. The Locke was stunned at once: "Hey, who are you, this is Fa...ga!"

The assistant's words stopped abruptly.

without him.

Because a pistol with a golden texture all over the body was on his forehead.

"Gudong!"

The assistant gulped down his saliva, broke out in cold sweat, and raised his hands high: "I'm French... Boom!"

Locke frowned as he looked at the assistant who was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground.

Is he French?

What does it mean?

Could it be that the French have any privileges to avoid death?

Locke thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a reason. After returning to his senses, he walked directly towards the middle of the three planing tables.

Open the white cloth.

into the eye.

Shot and stabbed again, Inspector Jeff Martin, who looked dead and could be described in words, lay quietly on the dissection table.

Okay.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief.

Inspector Jeff Martin's appearance is a bit miserable, but at the very least, his limbs are healthy, all are there, no arms or legs are missing, and his head is intact, except for some bruises and bruises, nothing special.

"It's okay Locke nodded affirmatively, shook his right hand, and took it out. It is said that even if the soul is in Mephisto's hands, as long as the body is healthy, the soul is not eaten by Mephisto as a snack. The life potion that can definitely be pulled back, looked at Jeff Martin on the dissection table: "If you are a little bit miserable, or I am late, you have already been dissected, even this bottle of potion, I guess it can't save it. is you. "

They were all dismembered by the forensic doctor, and the internal organs were taken out and weighed one by one.

How can it be saved?

Not to mention that even if it can be rescued, after the rescue, how to explain it?

It has not been dissected now, and the doctor can still describe it as tenacious vitality. If this is dissected, even if it can be resurrected, how can I explain it? Has it returned from **** as a zombie?

Locke couldn't help smiling, took out the life potion directly, opened Jeff Martin's mouth, and then, like a goose, poured the life potion in his hand into Jeff's mouth.

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