As soon as the sound came out.

The mascot director and Mr. Anonymous who were in the observation room, as well as Walter Burke's pupils could not help but trembled slightly.

Walter Burke even looked at the monitor screen.

On the screen, after Director Alexander Conklin left, Locke sat on a chair as if he was on vacation, drinking the bourbon that Director Alexander Conklin had just brought over.

Very leisurely, very leisurely.

even....

There was a mysterious smile on his face.

no way!

Originally, Locke did not intend to come directly to Langley to ask for someone in person.

but....

Who asked Mr. Walter Burke to send invitations, someone sent invitations, but did not go, obviously, this is a very rude thing to do.

Locke is a very polite person.

so....

Locke thought for a while, since Walter Burke wanted to see him so impatiently, then, as Walter Burke wished, he directly moved the visit originally planned tonight to the present.

no way.

I'm always so understanding.

Locke sipped the bourbon in the glass, thinking so in his heart, and then, as if he noticed something, he raised his head, looked at the surveillance camera, raised his bourbon glass in the distance, smiled slightly, and seemed to be responding to someone's request. Same as invitation. .

Walter Burke's face darkened instantly.

Although Mr. Anonymous didn't understand what happened, he knew one thing very well and looked directly at Walter Burke: "Mr. Burke, it seems that your speculation is that all your hysteria has attacked again."

Locke is the unparalleled assassin?

Ah.

The unparalleled assassins called directly, and they also hoped to implicate Locke, what a sweet dream. Locke was being monitored and said that he was the unparalleled assassin. How could he disguise the call?

Walter Burke looked at the expression delivered by Anonymous and sneered: "A phone call can prove..."

"Daddy!"

"..."

Before Walter Burke finished speaking, suddenly, listening to the voice on the other end of the phone, his face changed: "Lisa?"

"Not anymore!"

When the voice of the unparalleled assassin came from the phone again, the other end of the phone was silent for about five seconds, accompanied by the sound of wiping hands: "Mr. Walter Burke, originally, you and I It's just business, but why do you want to make this matter a personal grudge?"

This is a double entendre!

The Wushuang Assassin smiled happily: "Since Mr. Burke has turned this matter into a personal grudge, let's handle this matter in the way of personal grudges."

Walter Burke said in a deep voice, "What did you do to Lisa?"

The unparalleled assassin smiled and said, "She is too naughty, so I told her to shut up."

"you...."

"Okay, I called, not to talk to you."

The unparalleled assassin was directly on the opposite side of the phone, interrupting Walter Burke, who was extremely angry, and changed the topic: "11 Palm Elm Street, Washington, Orient, Coster, Director Duter, is this information familiar? "

The mascot director's face was also ugly at the moment: "What do you want?"

just....

The street number mentioned by the unparalleled assassin is his home address, while Orent is his husband, and Coster is the adopted son of him and his husband.

Yes.

husband!

Frankly speaking, when Locke was collecting information, he was a little unbelievable. Unexpectedly, the mascot director was also a buff owner.

But that has nothing to do with Locke.

Saying this is just to make the mascot chief listen to his words carefully.

Locke said directly: "I want to make a deal with Langley!"

The mascot chief looked at the agent over there who was nervously locating the signal, nodded, and then said solemnly, "What do you want?"

Locke said: "Once the sin notice is issued, I will take it back, so you know very well, what do I want?"

From the debut of the Peerless Assassin to the present, no matter who it is, as long as he has received a crime notice, then there is only one way to go.

Locke hates experiencing new things.

For example, lose once.

Locke said directly: "But, I am also a Federalist. On the land of the Commonwealth, Langley's face is not good, and I always feel bad, but I don't want to get my notice back, so I plan to talk to Duterte. The director makes a deal, I tell you, one of you Langley undercover KGB agents, and in return, you need to give me the people I need, how?"

The words just fell.

A thud.

Walter Burke over there, at this moment, couldn't bear the anger in his heart, and broke out directly.

Anonymous hurriedly nodded with several agents next to him.

The special agent thought, and quickly followed, Walter Burke, who had disappeared at the elevator entrance.

The Mascot Director and Mr. Anonymous looked away from the door, Director Duterte wiped his face and said to the phone in a deep voice, "The Federation has never negotiated conditions with anyone, if you want Director Burke , maybe you can try it, come in and get it yourself."

"That's too bad."

"what?"

at this time.

The agent in charge of tracking and locating the phone signal, after the results came out, his eyes shrank, turned around, and looked at the mascot director and Mr. Anonymous: "Director, the source of the signal, our building."

talking room.

Beep, beep, beep!

The mobile phone that was sent by the unparalleled assassin has also been hung up at this moment.

Gucha

Anonymous suddenly changed his face: "Jack, Director Burke..."

Jack, who had chased down to the lobby on the first floor with the two agents, covered his headset and watched, but there was no trace of it: "Director Burke didn't come down."

Anonymous frowned.

next second.

Anonymous scolded Shet and hurriedly ran out of the door.

Twenty-fourth floor!

Bang.

After Walter Burke just pressed the elevator's down button, he entered another elevator, went up, and violently pushed open the door of his office, took off the glasses on his face, and opened the door. While he was in the safe in the office, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number from Paris.

"Hey?"

One doesn't need to look, just listen to know that the voice must come from a black voice coming from the phone.

Walter Burke took out the pistol in the safe and swiped the gun: "I was targeted by the Peerless Assassin."

"Marissa..."

"Do you need to ask, she's already dead."

"Lorraine?"

"I do not...."

Walter Burke was just about to speak, and in the next second, he seemed to feel something, turned around quickly, and was about to pull the trigger directly.

but....

"Bang!"

"what!"

Wearing sunglasses, the unparalleled assassin in a suit and leather shoes directly sent Walter Burke to the wall as a hanging wall, and then, with his right hand with a leather glove, he directly took over the arc that was drawn in the air. mobile phone.

Boom!

Walter Burke slowly flowed down from the wall like a painting.

Locke stared at Walter Burke, then raised the phone to his ear, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Otto? Maybe you and I don't know each other, but soon, I'll know who you are, and you'll know too. , who am I?"

"...Really? I'm waiting for you!"

"You won't wait too long."

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

Locke shook his head when he listened to the low but unusually unpleasant, even disgusting black words that came from the phone, and then, with a shake of his right hand, threw the phone back to Walter Burke's side.

Walter Burke, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth just kicked by Locke, was struggling at this moment, leaning his back against the wall, trying to get up.

Locke glanced.

Raise your hand!

"boom!"

"what!"

Accompanied by a sound, there was the sound of Walter Burke Bolingai cracking, followed by the scream of the wide-mouthed, painful exhalation.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Locke turned his head to look, but saw that the door of the office was being slammed hard from the outside, and the next second, accompanied by a sudden sound, it slammed on the wooden door.

pity.

Wooden door, very strong.

The corner of Locke's mouth rose, and then, without turning his head, he shot another shot directly on Walter Burke's other Bollinger.

moment.

Walter Burke, at one point, let out a scream.

next second!

Walter Burke's expression was distorted, his eyes shrank, and he switched to it in an instant, a second. It was as if he saw a ghost-like expression. His eyes were so wide that they were about to bulge out. Pain, hand, pointing at the unparalleled assassin.

"Um?"

Locke turned around, looked at Walter Burke's small eyes, stunned for a moment, then lowered his head, saw the sunglasses that fell on the ground, laughed haha, picked it up, blew it, and moved towards Walter. "I haven't brought it in a year," Burke said.

"Locke... Broughton!"

"..."

Locke rubbed his ears, looking at Walter Burke with a disgusting expression: "Why are you yelling so loudly, and you can't hear it outside, you broke your throat, and no one can hear you outside."

What a joke.

Locke's part-time job is the unparalleled assassin, and the main job is now the main god.

if we assume....

If a few mortals can blow open the door with a firearm, then, does he need the face of the Lord God?

Locke said this Then, tilted his head and looked at Walter Burke: "I told you, it's obviously a business, why do you want to turn him into a personal grudge? "

In this matter, Locke can say that he is completely passive.

He was so good, he went to the Secret Service Academy for further studies, originally thinking of going through the motions.

The results of it?

And he got involved in something related to Lorraine Broughton again.

Who is this all because of?

no doubt.

Locke sighed faintly and looked at Walter Burke: "You said, let me come over, you will let me know, what is real cruelty, now that I am here, what about your cruelty?"

Walter Burke: "..."

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