Chapter 256： Why don't I change my name

not to mention……

This is not classified information. His birth information or something, there is a slightly more powerful organization in Texas. If you want to check it, it will not be troublesome at all.

As for why S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't find it at the time?

Not to force chanting.

In fact, Locke was also curious about this mother who existed on paper for him. After improving his hacking ability, he also tried to find information and find out about it.

but……

Locke directly rejected it at the time.

There is no need for this, so what if you find the information? Are you going to recognize your relatives?

Stop talking.

During the most difficult five years of development, Locke survived on his own. Although the process was a little sad, he was fine by himself anyway.

I didn't intend to find a burden for myself, or to cause myself some trouble.

Therefore, Locke only knew her name, and he didn't want to know or was interested in knowing the rest.

Again.

If the court didn't support him to change his name back then, his name would have been overdue.

"correct!"

Locke seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Gwen: "Or, after we get married, don't change your surname, I'll change it!"

Gwen opened his mouth. "What?"

Locke said: "I also think Broughton's surname is not very good. Stacy's surname is very lucky. Otherwise, I should be my surname. By the way, in this case, George should feel that he has won. "

Don't look at the federal women's rights, but boxing is a business, and at the same time, it does not delay their marriage, and then changes to her husband's surname after marriage.

Like the boxer from Dongguo, a mentally retarded person!

and.

This idea is very good oh.

If George finds out, he will be very happy. After all, if a woman does not change her surname after marriage, her husband changes her surname.

Exactly, you don't have to find a way to lose to George.

"goodbye."

Gwen smiled helplessly, shook his head, stopped the topic directly, and kissed Locke: "Good night, Locke, see you tomorrow."

"Good night."

Locke smiled after watching Gwen walk into the apartment.

Scumbag?

I?

how is this possible.

Although Locke couldn't understand why Maeves' mother predicted that, there is no doubt that the prophecy must be Locke who did not pass through.

Again.

Locke couldn't think of the reason why he broke up with Gwen, or the reason why he became scum.

Every normal man has a mouthful of flowers.

Locke is a normal man, and at the same time, he is also a very serious person, he does things upright, speaks his mind, and never hides.

What?

Peerless Assassin?

The unparalleled assassin thing is the unparalleled assassin, and he has a half-money relationship with Lock Broughton.

It's not like the anonymous person in the CIA, who has made a public appearance, and as a result kept his information strictly and strictly.

When Locke thought of the anonymous person in the CIA, he couldn't help but spit it out. He said that he went back that night and started to check the anonymous person's information.

As a result, twelve points of information were found, but, without exception, all the information was fake and shoddy.

This is amazing.

Locke seriously suspects that the real information about Anonymous has completely disappeared from the Internet. I am afraid that the original identity information and so on can only be archived in Langley's paper archives.

"Drip!"

After Locke parked the car in his underground garage, he opened the door and was about to walk towards the elevator that leads directly to the apartment from the garage, and then his corner of the eye fell to the side: "Huh."

Take a few steps back.

Locke's eyes fell on an unfamiliar BMW that he had never seen before.

Black.

Four.

Locke took out his mobile phone, took a photo, and looked at it: "Maybe, this car can be considered?"

After all, Audi's safety factor has been sold throughout New York City, perhaps, it is time to consider a new car for the Wushuang Assassin.

Locke thought in his heart, searched the Internet to see the price of this car, and walked to the elevator.

Just right.

Ding sound.

A beautiful woman came out of the elevator. The woman looked at Locke who appeared and nodded with a smile.

Locke is also polite.

After walking into the elevator, I heard the sound of starting from there.

after awhile.

Locke walked out of the elevator, his six senses were touched, his nose moved, and then he stood there and thought for a while.

The woman just now came to his floor.

Although the smell was very light, it still did not escape Locke's nose.

Ding!

The door was unlocked successfully.

Locke walked in, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and after activating the smart housekeeper, he looked at the gradually lit living room, and then his eyes began to patrol like a precise radar.

Ok.

Two bugs were taped under the sofa.

There is one under the flower arrangement bottle on the other side of the bar.

Except for bugs.

and……

Locke took off his coat, walked over to the bar, and watched. On the bar, there was an extra stack of documents without a cover.

grab.

Smell.

Well, it's the smell of that strange woman.

open.

The first of these is a photo.

The skin is delicate and the water chestnut is distinct, it looks cool and noble.

only.

Locke shook his head, looked at the silver hair of the beauty in this photo, and slapped his lips: "Silver hair is not good, I still prefer blond hair."

Blonde, blond, whatever it is, looks very valuable and classy.

silver hair?

It's okay, but Locke prefers the silver-haired shawl after Carrie's casual clothes. This one, the silver hair still has curls, and the small waves are okay.

But this kind of big waves, Locke can't GANK to the point.

next page.

After Locke opened it, he raised his eyebrows, slammed it, closed it again, and then, with a snap, threw it towards the back without looking back.

There is no sound of data landing.

A pure white arm firmly caught the information that flew over, and then a cold female voice said, "Why don't you continue reading?"

Locke lowered his head and smiled.

He's moving!

MMP!

He spent a lot of money to buy the apartment in the Xingchen Building for what, isn't it just for the safety factor, and it turned out to be good, how does it feel that everyone can come in?

Locke took a voice recorder from his pocket and put it on the bar.

Press.

Locke just turned around and looked at the same amazing woman as the strange woman just now, with white and flawless skin, silver hair shawl, and a tall woman: "Sorry, you are..."

"Sharapova, Yurina Sharapova!"

"Russian."

Locke nodded, sat on the sofa under the woman's gaze, and then looked at the woman named Sharapova thoughtfully: "Sorry, I'm not 21 years old, and there's no alcohol at home. "

His wine is only for friends.

in front of this?

It felt like a bad visitor.

The woman smiled slightly, then looked at Locke and asked, "You don't seem surprised at all, we can come in your room."

Locke shrugged: "My house, the FBI entered, the Homeland Security Bureau entered, and even the killer can come in, why can't you come in."

MMP!

Starting tomorrow, I will activate the bomb at the door when I go out. Whoever dares to come in will be responsible for the consequences.

It is impossible to change houses.

If this is a single-family house, the loophole will be even bigger. At the very least, the Xingchen Building can ensure that non-professional personnel cannot enter his house.

As for these agents and killers or something?

Locke felt that he couldn't put too high expectations on the security personnel of the Xingchen Building. If they could stop the agents, why would they come here to be security guards?

"Go ahead."

Locke yawned, looked at the time on his watch, and looked up at the woman: "In the evening, the agent of the KGB appeared at my house, wouldn't it be specially to send me materials."

"You are ours too."

"what!"

Locke blinked, couldn't help laughing, and looked at Sharapova as if he couldn't hear it clearly: "Sorry, what did you say?"

who am I?

KGB?

Why don't I know?

Locke is confused!

"Your mother is our agent."

"Then what?"

"You too."

Sharapova looked at Locke sitting on the sofa: "It's time to go home."

The corners of Locke's mouth rose: "I'm from Texas!"

People of the Lone Star Republic!

and.

He is still the leader of the younger generation in the Lone Star Republic!

"Aren't you curious, your mother?"

"Not curious."

"..."

Locke smiled and shook his head: "Who is she and what she does, it has nothing to do with me. I don't know why you found me, but, sorry, I have no interest in this."

Done.

Locke walked directly towards the door.

at this time.

A gust of wind came from behind, and Sharapova's firm thighs directly greeted Locke, who had her back turned to her, as if she planned to forcibly bring Locke down and take him away.

but!

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

A golden light flashed by with a click, the golden dancer appeared in Locke's hand instantly, and then Locke turned around and shot silently, directly piercing Sharapova's exquisite The forehead, with a bang, fell directly to the floor.

"MMP!"

Locke shook his head, put away the golden dancer, looked down on the floor, opened his eyes wide, and seemed to be thinking, why Sharapova, who called the curtain before saying a few words, shook her right hand, The still warm corpse was put into the storage compartment, and then, looking up at the ceiling, he sighed.

Forefoot just chatted with Gwen about his biological mother, that mission that only exists on paper, and Backfoot, good guy, went straight from paper to reality.

I didn't open the title of the protagonist of destiny.

recent.

As Locke thought in his heart, he was speechless. He walked to the bar and put away the signal jammer in the room. Then, he grabbed the document that had just fallen on the ground, sighed again, and then dialed Called 911.

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