Chapter 679： Daniel Whitehall

Crossbones Brock Rumlow froze in place.

Head down.

Crossbones seemed to see his chest that had been pierced into a hornet's nest, and he could even clearly feel the sound of the wind whistling through the hornet's nest behind him.

but…

Why am I not dead?

In the mind of Crossbones, suddenly, such a very inexplicable thought came out.

yes.

Why am I not dead?

Crossbones raised his hand and stared at his hornet's honeycomb chest. After an obscure sound, there was an extra thing on Crossbones' hand.

A heart that has been irregular, even, looks like a dog gnawed!

People are careless?

still alive?

The crossbones froze slightly.

next second.

Crossbones saw the great elemental envoy who walked straight to him, that red body, like a battleship piercing the sea.

at this time.

The black mist suddenly appeared beside Crossbones, and then, a demon with a stern face and a sickle appeared on the ground.

"Take him."

Carrie glanced at the messenger of the underworld who came out of the underworld, pointed to the crossbones, then looked at the crossbones thoughtfully, thought about it, and said, "I hope you can have fun!"

After all, there is no such thing as Hydra in Locke's script.

at the moment?

Don't ask, just messed into Locke's script, Carrie could clearly feel that at this moment, Locke's deeply hidden but clearly felt anger!

Crossbones opened his mouth slightly, but just as he was about to open his mouth to speak, in an instant, the boundless darkness and black mist directly swept him and completely surrounded him.

A thud.

As the crossbones rumbled and fell to the ground, it was the action of the demon holding the scythe returning to the underworld after harvesting its soul.

Whoa whoa whoa!

In the distance, the police lights are rapidly approaching.

Whistling!

Carrie walked straight towards the van that contained the body of Kabuda Icaris.

"Wait a moment!"

George, who was rescued by Carrie at a close call behind him, clutched at his aching ribs, struggled to get up from the ground, and looked at the opened van, with Kabuda Yi in his hands. Carrie of Carris Corpse: "Why?"

obviously.

The great elementalist was always nearby.

Moreover, the picture just now has proved that under the play of the Great Elementalist, these soldiers are like chickens, and they are not threatening at all.

It can be said that if the Great Elementalist had shot earlier, then the unparalleled assassin would not have died at all.

But the result?

This great elementalist never came out before the Wushuang Assassin died, but waited until the Wushuang Assassin died.

This is the question that haunts George's mind.

Carrie, who was collapsing from Kabuda Icaris, stopped in her footsteps, then slowly turned around and looked at George, who was clutching her aching ribs, without any superfluous expression on his face: "He is tired. "

George hesitated slightly: "What?"

Carrie said lightly, "I just respect his choice."

George frowned: "You mean... the unparalleled assassin, he wants to die?"

"He's tired and wants to rest."

"…I don't know!"

Carrie smiled, then, looking at the police lights not far away, who had roared to the beginning of the street, she looked at George: "Believe it or not, he never thought of being your enemy, he said that any A person who resists the darkness is worthy of respect, but you and he choose to resist the darkness in a different way."

Done.

Carrie ignored George, but at the moment when the whistling police car arrived, she looked up at the sky, directly, holding the body of Kabuda Icaris soaring into the sky, and quickly disappeared in the thick air. in the night.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Beckett hurried out of the police car, looked over there, the disgraced George, hurried up, and supported the swaying George: "God, George, are you alright."

When he saw his colleague coming over, George couldn't hold on any longer, leaned on Beckett's body, and then, looking at the colleague who was trying to enter the scene and approaching the vans, he endured and used his best Strength: "Block the scene!"

He said it!

If he doesn't die, he must find these people out.

Woodlawn Cemetery!

In the surging of darkness, Carrie came out of it with the body of Kabuda Icaris, and walked straight to the smoking man who was standing by a hole that seemed to have just been dug. Locke.

Locke turned his head and glanced at Carrie who came over, smiled, and pointed to the hole just dug in front of him: "I reserved this place for Chester three years ago."

Woodlawn Cemetery is known as a luxury cemetery, so to speak, even a millionaire is not enough to buy a leftover in this cemetery.

but…

At the foot of Locke, this position is not a leftover material. It is close to the forest, and there is a lake not far away. At that time, Locke spent real money to buy it and planned to use it as the end point of Chester.

After all, Locke said that he would end his retirement for Chester.

at the moment?

Locke couldn't help laughing, looked at Kabuda Icaris who was gently put into the cemetery by Carrie, and shook his head: "I didn't expect that Chester was useless."

I used it myself.

After Carrie sent Kabuda Icaris to the cemetery, she opened her mouth after hearing Locke's words: "Anyway, Chester doesn't need to use the cemetery anymore. A few days ago, I also noticed that his breath appeared. In Nepal."

"Has his lover been reincarnated in that place?"

"Maybe."

"Ha ha."

The corner of Locke's mouth rose slightly, and with a wave of his right hand, the mud that had just been excavated fell directly into the cemetery: "Forget it, I still have to leave a piece for him, in case it can be used. After all, we agreed to give him the old age. At the end of the day, be a human being and keep your promises."

Carrie opened her mouth.

this word...

It always feels weird.

next second.

Carrie came back to her senses and looked at Locke: "That guy has been dragged back to the underworld."

Locke hummed.

Carrie said, "George seems to be hurt."

"It's good not to die."

"…"

Locke returned to his senses, withdrew his gaze that fell on the cemetery, and shook his head speechlessly: "If it weren't for me being the unparalleled assassin, change to another assassin, that old guy, it has nothing to do with me if he hangs up on the spot, just in time. , after going to the underworld, you can still be a little more peaceful, so as not to cause trouble for me."

Carrie twitched the corners of her mouth, but did not answer.

As she knew, Locke's heart was always soft and kind.

Carrie thought in her heart, shrugged and said, "It's almost twelve o'clock, you go back first, and I'll go to Pennsylvania?"

"Do not!"

"what?"

"Need not!"

Locke narrowed his eyes and looked at Carrie: "I'll just come."

In a word!

Life is alive, dare to do, we must dare to be.

"Hydra?"

"Ah."

Locke couldn't help shaking his head: "I always thought that the IQ of S.H.I.E.L.D. led by Nick Fury was low enough, but I didn't expect that Hydra's IQ was directly negative."

mmp!

George could almost see that the identity of this Kabuda Icaris was too simple and straightforward.

but…

What about Hydra?

It's so direct and stupid, you don't even try to test, you just come straight to the door?

Although from a certain point of view, Hydra's random entry this time was considered a favor for Locke, and Kabuda Icaris left in a sensational way.

but…

One thing at a time.

Hydra actually wanted to assassinate him.

What if Locke just endured it?

Ha ha.

very good!

Daniel Whitehall, I'd love to know if you really ate bear heart and leopard gall!

Think about it.

Locke said a word directly to Carrie, then turned around, and entered the underworld with a bang.

Howling!

Scream!

This is almost the daily routine of countless soul corridors who died unexpectedly. The boundless wailing and endless screams constitute the main tone of the soul corridor.

Among the countless small black houses that look exactly the same, there is a small black house that is imprisoned. The crossbones that have just been harvested by the messengers of the underworld and specially detained.

Crossbones, who was in his never-ending cycle of death, repeated over and over again the image of himself being disemboweled by Carrie.

again and again!

again and again.

at this time.

The cycle of death seemed to be stagnant, and Crossbones stared in horror at the countless bullets that stopped in his chest like a storm.

"Varied…"

"It's fun."

"Who!"

Crossbones looked at the suddenly stagnant picture, and then heard a voice. He couldn't help turning around, turning his head to look at the van behind him that was also in the picture of his own death.

next second.

The door of the van opened automatically, and then, under the gaze of Crossbones, Kabuda Ikaris, who had already been confirmed dead, was lifted into the car by them suddenly, living in such a **** mess. coming.

next second.

Kabuda Ikaris took out a pair of sunglasses from his arms and put them on under the gaze of Crossbones.

moment.

Unparalleled Assassin, Recreate the Jianghu!

Crossbones' expression was sluggish: "Unparalleled Assassin, you are not dead."

Locke stretched out his hand, UU Reading shook his fingers, like a conjuration, after taking out the sunglasses, he instantly turned into Kabuda Icaris, and then his appearance changed, returning to his original state. The face, then, looked at the crossbones: "Surprise?"

Crossbones stared at Locke, who had changed drastically, and said solemnly, "Locke Broughton!"

Locke nodded with a smile, walked out of the van, and walked to the front of the crossbones: "How is it, unexpected."

Crossbones eyes narrowed.

at this time.

Locke opened his right hand and grabbed the head of the crossbones directly: "It's good to know, as a price, your memory, I took it!"

Crossbones pupils dilated! !

"Do not!!"

"…"

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