Chapter 636： kill yourself

Locke quickly understood what the Red Devil meant by guards.

look up.

Locke looked across the road, the brightly lit, luxurious and stylish casino, and blinked.

If there are not more guards in the casino, then what is called more?

Locke raised his eyebrows and stood across the road, admiring the casino with a lot of traffic.

quite a while!

Locke put the cigarette **** aside, put on his sunglasses, and walked directly across the road towards the casino called "Eternal".

Getting in...without hindrance.

After all, casinos are open to welcome guests, as long as they are not on the blacklist, there is no reason to reject guests.

but……

Locke didn't come here to gamble. Soon, Locke went around to the corridor behind the roulette area.

"guest……"

The two bodyguards in black with sunglasses standing in the corridor looked at Locke who came in and stepped forward: "This is the work area, you are going wrong."

"I know."

Locke smiled slightly, shook his right hand, took out his business card, and handed it to the black-clothed bodyguard standing in front of him: "Tell the craftsman that he needs to see me."

"Sorry, we're not called here..."

While talking, the bodyguard in black looked at the business card in his hand, and then, his pupils trembled, with a thud, swallowed his saliva, raised his head, and looked at Locke again with the eyes of the flood and beast: "You...you...unparalleled …”

Locke smiled and said: "Help me inform me, I have something to look for a craftsman!"

The black-clothed bodyguard groaned, swallowed again, and nodded: "Please wait a moment."

Locke hummed: "Okay."

next second.

The black-clothed bodyguard snorted, turned around, and walked towards the inner passage.

Seeing this, a colleague who is not far away is a little confused: "Who is it?"

The black-clothed bodyguard lowered his voice, but even so, he was still full of fear and panic: "Unparalleled Assassin!"

The colleague was stunned for a moment, and then, in an instant, his pupils shook.

unparalleled...

assassin? ?

Inside, wearing colorful clothes, a craftsman known as the Dark World, a madman of science, wiped his beard, looked up at the famous post in his hand, looked at the bodyguard in black who just came in to report, and drank fiercely. Taking a sip of high-concentration volts pressurized the shock: "Have you confirmed your identity?"

The bodyguard in black twitched: "How to confirm?"

This is the unparalleled assassin.

The kind of assassin who kills the whole family in one word.

impersonating?

Since the last time, the Wushuang Assassin turned a little thief who pretended to be him into a mouse, in the entire dark world, let alone pretending, there are not many who even said the words of the Wushuang Assassin.

"Please come in."

The craftsman took a deep breath and said to the bodyguard in black, then changed his mind and said, "No, let's go."

If this is really the unparalleled assassin.

That……

bother you for something.

The craftsman is a little bit drummed in his heart. He is just a scientific madman. He works with the Wushuang Assassin and has no communication. No matter what he thinks, he can't think of the reason why the Wushuang Assassin would come here to find him.

after awhile.

When the craftsman saw Locke standing in the corridor, he instantly knew that this was a real unparalleled assassin.

Although the strong murderous aura is restrained, the overflowing murderous intention is enough to make people shudder.

The craftsman is also a member of the Infinite Clan. Although he is just an ordinary person, many times of reincarnation will always bring some special abilities.

Chester's special ability is scum.

And his special ability is to be able to see at a glance the killing intent and hostility of a person.

On Locke, the craftsman could see the surging killing intent that was restrained but still overflowing, but he couldn't see the hostility.

This reassures the craftsman a little.

"Hahaha!"

The craftsman restrained his emotions, laughed loudly, and walked towards Locke quickly, handing out his hands, full of enthusiasm: "Mr.

Locke looked at the bearded craftsman who came with a smile on his face, and he shook hands with the craftsman who reached out his hand without hitting the smiling man: "Excuse me, there is something, I want to consult, think about it, or come to the door and ask for a comparison. Okay."

"Of course, of course!"

The craftsman warmly invited Locke into his room full of technological style. The first time, he quickly grabbed the bourbon collection that people found when he left, poured out a cup, and handed it to Locke. : "Bourbon from the first year of Thunder Distillery, I don't know if Fu suits Mr. Wushuang's taste."

first year?

Locke thought about it carefully. Over the years, he drank the bourbon from the first year of Thunder Distillery. It was not one thousand, but ten thousand. However, there were still bourbons from the first year that appeared from time to time.

Speaking of which, how many bourbons did Thunder Distillery produce in its first year?

"good."

After thinking about it, Locke took a sip of the glass of wine, not at all afraid that the craftsman would poison him, tasted it, nodded, and praised: "Thundering Winery, the first year's bourbon, the unique taste makes people taste like thunder. tasty."

The craftsman smiled enthusiastically, and then waved to a few cool-dressed young ladies not far away. .

soon.

A few young ladies and a few bodyguards quickly left the room.

The craftsman said: "Mr. Wushuang, what questions do you want to ask, as long as I know, I know everything, and I can't say anything!"

This is a murderer.

Although the craftsman is an infinite clan, he belongs to the kind of life-saving, which kind of enjoys life, and he will not feel that he has lived enough for as long as he lives.

Locke laughed, put the bourbon glass aside, and then looked at the craftsman: "Otto!"

The craftsman was slightly taken aback.

"what?"

"Otto!"

Locke looked up and looked at the craftsman: "The weapon of destruction, you helped Otto make it."

Craftsman pupil earthquake.

Yes.

This is why Locke chose the first stop to find the craftsman.

Otto must die!

He has already seen today's sun, but tomorrow's sun, Otto, will definitely not be seen.

Locke speaks.

If Otto is not resolved, Locke's thoughts cannot be reached.

Anyone who provokes me will die!

Locke played with the wine glass on the table, looked up, looked at the craftsman whose pupils continued to tremble, the corners of his mouth raised: "Don't think about denial, that's boring, I didn't intend to kill you, I'm here just for Otto , tell me where Otto is, I will turn around and leave, otherwise, I will find the answer myself."

The craftsman came back to his senses, feeling the endless warnings that Locke had exposed to him at this moment, as well as the looming endless killing intent, and swallowed: "I..."

Locke raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and put down the wine glass.

The craftsman's eyes shrank: "The weapon of destruction is indeed made by me for Otto."

Locke stopped, grabbed the glass again, and started to play: "Go on."

The craftsman took a deep breath: "But, it's not me who really made the weapon of destruction."

Locke looked at the craftsman: "Who is that?"

"Fastos."

"Who is Fastos?"

"The one who really helped Otto create a world-destroying weapon."

"..."

Locke sighed and looked at the craftsman with a calm tone: "If you think that this kind of conversation can kill me, then you are wrong, the last chance, the craftsman, tell me, where is Otto, or …”

"call out!"

"Ding!"

The words did not fall.

Locke raised his hand, but he didn't turn his head. With a bang, he instantly grabbed a dagger that was galloping from behind, and then, with a bang, he squeezed the dagger directly with his bare hands.

next second.

Locke turned around and looked at a vigilant blonde beauty who came out of the side door. He smiled and continued the words he just didn't finish: "Or, let someone who knows come out to see me."

Done.

Locke narrowed his eyes: "Who are you?"

"Nora!"

The blond beauty reported herself to the door and stared at Locke: "Are you sent by Otto?"

Lockhart smiled: "I was invited by Otto."

Otto invited him to Paris to take his life.

Isn't this an invitation?

Locke glanced at the broken dagger on the ground, and the corners of his mouth rose: "You know, since my debut, what will happen to anyone who dares to attack me?"

next second.

boom!

The blonde beauty over there narrowed her eyes.

but……

"Boom!"

Locke had already appeared in front of Nora, and then, with his right hand open, he directly and firmly pinched the neck of Nora's Angelica who was about to dodge, and with a thud, he slammed Nora directly on the wall.

"Ha ha!"

Locke squinted his eyes and looked at Nora who was lifted by him and blasted against the wall: "They will all die!"

talking.

The strength of Locke's right hand began to gradually increase, ready to crush the delicate white swan in his hand.

The craftsman over there recovered from his shock, just as he was about to speak.

A male voice also appeared.

"stop."

"..."

Locke's strength slowed down, hehe smiled, turned around, looked at the man who came out of the other side door, the corners of his mouth rose, and he looked at the craftsman: "Your room, the people who hide, really don't less."

The craftsman opened his mouth.

"We are not enemies, Wushuang."

"Eric Heller."

Locke directly broke through the voice of the man who said this, and smiled.

Release her right hand The exquisite white swan Nora fell directly to the floor, clutching her throat, feeling the abnormally painful throat, coughing hard, soothing the pain.

Eric Heller looked at Nora, who was lying on the ground and coughed, and said with concern, "Are you alright."

Nora waved her hand, struggled to stand up, and stared vigilantly at Locke, who was about to kill if he disagreed.

Locke raised the corner of his mouth and looked at Eric Heller who appeared here: "I haven't found you yet, you should know what will happen if you show up."

Eric Heller looked at Locke calmly, as if, through the sunglasses, he saw through Locke's true identity: "I know, and I'm mentally prepared."

Locke nodded: "Very good, then you can kill yourself."

Eric Heller: "But not now!"

Locke: "..."