Chapter 215： mechanic arthur

night time.

When Locke walked into the Continental Hotel again, he could clearly feel that there was a hint of awe and fear in the eyes that looked at him from the corner of his eye.

After all, Locke turned people into big gray mice on the spot.

Although the outside world has clarified that it is a magic trick, and Locke has not jumped out to clarify, but this kind of thing is understood by everyone, and only stupid people will believe it.

These days, some things need to be heard the other way around.

therefore.

Although Locke hasn't received orders for nearly half a year, his reputation in the Assassin arena is growing day by day. The most obvious point is that people used to make fun of Wushuang's notices.

at the moment?

There is no fake notice, not even a joking one.

Locke wanted to tell them that it was okay to play his notice card game, which he also played when he met the Red Devils. The rules reminded Locke of a board game.

Charon, who seemed to be standing at the front desk 24 hours a day, watched Locke's arrival with a smile on his face: "Long time no see, Mr. Wushuang, stay in a hotel or leisure?"

Locke nodded: "I made an appointment, from the Jin family."

Charon nodded, refreshed a room card, and handed it to Locke: "Room 128, Mr. Wushuang."

Although the Continental Hotel serves assassins, it is a transit point for the entire criminal world. Basically, the Continental Hotel knows everyone with a name and a surname.

However, the Continental Hotel remains neutral, and it has never broken for so many years. Therefore, it has also formed a brand effect in the hearts of the criminal world.

soon.

Locke stepped out of the elevator.

Oncoming, two people came from the left-hand corridor.

The six eyes are opposite.

The one at the head, a man who looks exactly like Jason Brent from the New York Police Department, was stunned for a moment when he saw Locke, and then showed a smile: "Jesus Christ, am I right, Wushuang?"

Locke laughed, walked out of the elevator, and shook hands with one of his old acquaintances, Arthur, known as a mechanic in the industry: "Arthur, long time no see."

Arthur was Harry's disciple.

Locke was a disciple of Chester.

Before Chester retired, he was good friends with Harry, and even Chester once asked Harry to come to Texas to teach some skills and techniques about making accidents.

But Locke was curious at the time, wouldn't it be a perfect assassination to kill all the people he saw?

After that, there is no more.

However, Locke was familiar with Arthur.

Arthur wiped his nose, and his voice was a little low and magnetic: "I should have said this, how long have you been in New York, I haven't seen you here once."

Locke smiled.

With outsiders around, he never likes to chat too much.

Arthur seemed to have thought of something, pointed to the man next to Hannibal who looked like Hannibal, but had a beard and was dressed a bit older, and said, "Vizla, Duncan Vizsla..."

Locke stretched out his hand: "Black Caesar, old man, I have long admired it."

As a master and apprentice, there are assassins with inheritance, rules and so on, although there are not so many, but when meeting seniors, you still need to respect them.

not to mention.

This looks like Uncle Ba, whom Locke has always admired.

Let me ask, in this world, who doesn't want to taste the delicious food cooked by Uncle Ba himself?

but.

This Duncan was a little cold, but after shaking hands with Locke, he didn't say anything more.

Arthur invited: "Have a drink together?"

Locke nodded: "Okay, you go down first, I'll go find you after I finish my business."

Arthur looked at the room card in Locke's hand and nodded.

Didn't ask too much.

Do your own business, don't meddle in other people's orders, this is also the norm.

Locke waited until Arthur and the black Caesar entered the elevator and found room 128.

Refreshed the room card.

Push door.

With the sound of the pistol being drawn, the two guards protecting the employer quickly put down the pistol when they saw Locke, who was wearing sunglasses, walking in.

There was a blond man in a suit over there, who looked like a businessman. Seeing this scene, he immediately knew that the person who came was the righteous master.

Get up.

Packed with smiles.

"Good evening, Mr. Wushuang."

"good evening."

Locke shook hands with the man in front of him.

Taylor King looked excited: "Thank you Mr. Wushuang for giving me this list."

Locke said: "Although your brother Francis is very good, I don't like to lose, I like to win. You are the king of the Jin family. Naturally, I will choose you. I believe that you will give my things to you. Sold for a good price."

Taylor King looked excited: "I promise, Mr. Wushuang."

The Jin family is a very cruel family.

Put it this way.

The Jin family kidnapped, stole specific people and things, and found a specific buyer for auction. The difference is that after each auction, the two sons have to calculate their transaction amount separately. Those with a small amount must play a "Russian Roulette" .

The loser shoots himself in the head.

There is a 1 in 6 chance of dying.

But there is also a five-in-six chance of surviving.

In this way, the two can be motivated to work harder to find transaction targets and objects, and they can also better motivate their family, so that their family can continue to flourish.

To be blunt.

This family has a brain hole.

but……

This is unparalleled with Locke.

Locke lifted the plastic bag in his hand.

Taylor King was slightly taken aback at the supermarket cheap bags that could be seen everywhere, and even looked up at Locke when he saw the three square words "RT-Mart" on the supermarket cheap bags.

Locke handed the thing to Taylor: "Sorry, I went to the East Country and found that it was too late."

Life is all about acting.

What is true is what is true, what is true is what is false. In case, this inconspicuous little detail works, it is a very convenient thing anyway.

The sound of plastic bags rustling.

soon.

On the plastic bag, the thick voodoo book written in human skin, like a British law code, was taken out by Taylor King with white gloves.

"Wow."

Taylor King touched the book of voodoo with his gloved hands, which were expensive to make and guaranteed to have the same sense of touch as a plain hand. He couldn't help but sighed in admiration, and then looked at Locke: "I can..."

Locke nodded: "Of course."

Auction.

It is definitely necessary to identify the authenticity. This thing, it is not for you to say that it is true. It can be guaranteed to be true. When others come to auction, they are interested in the reputation of the auction.

If a fake appeared in it, then the reputation of the Earl King family would be ruined.

but……

Although the education model of the Jin family is a little perverted, it still has merit. At the very least, whether it is Taylor in front of him or his brother Francis, they have become the top appraisers before the age of 30. Now, his vision is no less than that of any top appraiser out there.

And it's all-powerful.

Unlike the appraisers outside, some top appraisers are seriously partial.

but……

Next to Taylor King was a female appraiser.

Should be used for cross-validation.

Locke didn't care too much.

Tyler King sat in the chair with all his attention, as if he was flipping through the pages of the Voodoo Encyclopedia one by one, carrying out a very detailed appraisal.

Locke thought of Arthur who he had just met in the corridor, and said to Taylor King, who was serious and determined, "I'm drinking down there, okay, come find me."

Taylor King respectfully looked at Locke who turned and walked towards the door after saying this: "Okay, Mr. Wushuang."

Again.

After the live broadcast of the TV station, Locke's unparalleled reputation has basically reached its peak in the assassin world.

after all……

No one is sure to give Locke a pleasure, and if there is no such certainty, then Locke will make them unhappy for the rest of their lives.

Imagine yourself becoming a big gray rat?

That feeling, just thinking about it, feels that life is better than death.

However, Locke knew that although the big gray rat in the basement of the New York Police Department was worse than death, he did not have the courage to commit suicide.

Of course, it's no use trying to kill the big gray rat.

Because the big gray mouse was **** in five flowers and hung in the air. It would also be prepared for meals and whatever it was to eat. The doctor in the autopsy room would be in charge of its nutrition to ensure that it could survive.

in the bar.

When Locke came, the black Caesar was gone.

Arthur, who was sitting opposite, snapped his fingers and called the attendant: "The transaction is over, let's go, that guy, he has been alone."

Black Cather can be regarded as the same period as Chester and Harry.

but.

Chester wanted to retire, and has since retired.

And Harry wanted to shine, became Arthur's partner, and continued to work with Arthur.

Black Caesar also wanted to retire, but because the retirement age was not yet reached, he was still working hard.

"Bourbon, Thunder Bourbon!"

Locke said to the attendant, and then looked at Arthur curiously: "Have you retired yet?"

"Soon."

Arthur drank the whiskey in front of him, thought for a moment, and said, "It's about two years left."

Locke nodded.

He was taught by Chester's mentoring relationship and belonged to free choice, while Arthur and Harry belonged to an old killer company.

In fact, Black Caesar was originally a free man, but later, a killer company dug him out, promising a rich pension, and bound Black Caesar.

Locke couldn't help shaking his head: "So ah It's okay, don't touch that thing."

Black Caesar is addicted to drugs.

Most killers have it, especially the younger and younger killers these days.

But stress is never an excuse.

Locke has never had any sympathy for active poisonous dogs.

Chester did not.

Even when Chester accepted Locke as a disciple, he told Locke, don't touch that thing, otherwise, I'll clear the door myself.

Locke wanted to laugh.

But it has to be said that it is because Chester's views are somewhat similar to his.

That's why Locke became Chester's disciple.

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