A Certain Marvel Super Player

two years ago.

Chester accepted his daughter's suggestion and planned to retire. It happened that he had already given all the teaching to Locke, so he followed his daughter to New York.

Locke also learned from the letters that Chester sent back that Chester used his savings to open a restaurant in New York.

God testified.

Locke had already thought about it at the time. If Chester was poor in his later years, he promised to send Chester to spend his later years in a decent manner and leave without any worries.

but…

Locke obviously had a bad idea.

Sure enough.

A mentor is a mentor. Even if he retires, the restaurant he opens and the turnover for one day will be worth two nights of work for Locke.

Locke complained at the time, don't people in New York lose their sense of taste?

but.

After a while, when the food came, Locke didn't want to say anything.

A word.

A teacher is a teacher, far from being comparable to a student.

Sure enough.

The best cowboy in Texas went to the military and became the best sniper in the military.

The best cowboy in Texas can become a chef who has won a culinary championship.

what about me?

Locke suddenly thought of himself. He is also known as the No. 1 Cowboy in the New Era of Texas. If he is not a cowboy, what would be the best?

no doubt.

Killer!

Gwen served a dish over there, took a photo, and then started eating.

Food can cure all depression.

This is not entirely true, but it is also inseparable.

"How about it?"

Locke said, "Don't be depressed."

Gwen looked at Locke: "Thank you, Locke."

Locke smiled: "Then let's go, I'll take you back?"

Gwen blinked: "Don't you need to pay?"

Locke laughed: "If I dare to pay, believe it or not, this old guy will come out with a whip to trouble me."

Killers don't need any emotion.

But friends need it.

Chester is not only his mentor, but also his friend, a friend who can be trusted.

But Chester is now retired.

Locke will come to see Chester as Locke, but he will never see Chester as a peerless assassin. If he has to come, it will be when Chester is in trouble and needs his help.

Locke never likes to cause troubles that have nothing to do with him, but Chester's troubles are an exception. He can help for free, and even if necessary, he will pay for help.

after awhile.

Locke opened the car door, waved to Chester who was wiping hands on the second floor of the restaurant over there, motioned for him to leave, got in the car, and left here.

in the car.

Gwen turned sideways and looked at Locke who was driving: "Tell me about you being a cowboy."

Locke smiled: "Didn't you say that New York doesn't need cowboys?"

Gwen shrugged: "But I need it."

Locke glanced at Gwen, then, after thinking about it, he picked a few, and then followed Chester to learn the story of the cowboy.

Gwen listened attentively, as seriously as listening to a lecture.

soon.

Gwen's home arrives.

get off.

When Gwen closed the car door, he leaned forward and said to Locke who was sitting in the car, "Good night, Locke, I'm very happy tonight, really, thank you, my cowboy."

Locke made a move of taking off his cowboy hat.

Soon.

Locke drove away, Gwen stood at the door of the apartment with a happy smile on his face.

"It's over."

"I'm going to kill him."

"…"

At the window of the house, after Gwen and Locke went out to eat, they had been concentrating all the time, listening to George, who was very familiar with the sound of the R8 engine, and ran to the window almost when Locke's R8 drove to the street.

Then…

George and Helen heard Gwen Locke say goodbye.

Finish the calf.

The little cabbage at home was really kicked by a wild boar, and then it seemed that he planned to take the flowerpot and run away.

no.

George's eyes flickered and he looked at Helen: "That crime hunter is too crazy. New York is not very safe at night. I think we should set a time for Gwen."

Helen gave George a direct look: "It's only 7:50, and it's an hour earlier than the stipulated time of 9:00. Don't worry, Locke is a very good child, you didn't say it yourself, and you also said , Locke's talent is very good, isn't it, if you are worried about your daughter's safety, why not get Locke a gun license?"

George opened his mouth wide: "He's only sixteen years old, not yet eighteen."

Federal laws come step by step, sixteen years old, you can get a driver's license, eighteen years old, no mental illness, no criminal record, you can get a gun license, twenty-one years old, you can drink...

George said so, then paused and said, "However, Locke's gun sense and fighting skills are indeed very talented, and he deserves to be a cowboy."

Lone Star State, specializing in the strong!

only.

Helen glanced at Gwen who entered the door and looked at George: "Don't think about it, if you think about letting him go to any police school, your daughter will trouble you, after all, Locke is your daughter alone now. Cowboy."

Gwen, who had just entered the door, blinked, and then his face turned slightly red: "Mom!"

Sure enough.

Have you been heard?

Gwen looked at the mysterious smile on his mother Helen's face, and the indifferent face on his father George's face, opened his mouth and walked directly to the stairs: "I'll go back. room."

said.

Gwen fled straight away.

Star Building.

"Ding!"

When Locke walked out of the elevator and took out the key to open the door, he raised his eyebrows, squatted down, and looked at a long hair that fell to the ground.

This is no stranger to long hair.

It's Gwen's.

When Gwen came over a few days ago, Locke took away a piece of Gwen's long hair without leaving a trace, and used it to do some things, such as adding a means of defense.

for example…

Check to see if anyone came in when you were not at home.

Now?

Someone once came in the house.

Good guy.

How is the security of the Xingchen Building done? Is it possible for anyone to get in easily?

Locke was a little speechless, seriously suspecting that the security of the Xingchen Building was too boastful.

The last time someone from the fraternity came to his house, it was because Locke's sixth sense was transcendent, and he smelled something that shouldn't be in his house, so he concluded that there was someone from the family.

But if people from the Brotherhood came to his house and left, in fact, Locke wouldn't necessarily know, so Gwen's hair came out.

Actually, I can't blame other people's security.

After all, the rank of security is too low.

The worst rank of the Brotherhood is platinum.

Take a silver to defend platinum, what is the difference between that and a white one?

so…

What rank did you come in this time?

Locke put away Gwen's long hair, took out the key, and opened the door.

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