An hour later.
Locke smiled and waved goodbye to the police officer who had escorted him to the door.
The officer left his phone number in case Locke felt unwell.
soon.
Wait until the police officer enters the elevator and leaves.
Close the door.
Locke's face suddenly darkened.
After taking off his shirt, Locke walked into the bathroom, twisted his body, and carefully untied the bandage that had just been wrapped around his body.
Catch the eye.
The dozen or so fragments left behind have disappeared without a trace.
Level three toughness, so terrifying!
"Gudong!"
Locke walked out of the bathroom, took out a bottle of bourbon from the bar, poured a glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
An ordinary sixteen-year-old boy cannot buy alcohol.
But Locke is no ordinary man.
Next second.
Locke looked up and looked at the study on the second floor.
In the study.
It was a special computer in the mainland hotel. Locke, shirtless, directly opened a chat software on the computer.
『Wushuang: "Are you there?"』
"I'm not the Red Devil: Speak!"
Wushuang: "There's a corpse falling from the sky in Manhattan tonight. I want to know everything about him."
I'm not a Red Devil: "Wait a minute"
Locke looked at the message and leaned back in his computer chair.
The New York Police Department has its own way of investigating crimes.
There is also a dark world!
In many cases, intelligence from the dark world comes much faster than from open organizations.
If Locke knew how to trade stocks, he could have made a fortune in the stock market by taking advantage of the fast speed of information transmission in the dark world.
Of course.
Intelligence about the dark world is both true and false.
However, the source of information that Locke was chatting with was still very good.
When Locke was in Texas, he had several transactions with this intelligence dealer. They could be considered pleasant business partners, and Locke also accepted several orders from this guy privately.
Anyway, Locke never refuses anyone. As long as the order he places can allow the system to complete the task, he will accept it.
As for who this guy is?
Locke seriously suspected that this guy was the Red Devil, the legendary goalkeeper of the dark world.
Of course.
The person talking to him was definitely not the Red Devil himself.
He should be a salesman under the Red Devils.
After all, the Red Devils' name is much more famous than Locke's, and they make a living from intelligence, so people are looking for business with the Red Devils almost every second.
Locke is just one of them.
After a while.
Replied.
"I'm not a Red Devil: 'One hundred thousand!'"
Wushuang: "Robbery? Who is this person? Why is the information so expensive?"
Good job.
"Wushuang: "I know your boss. I'll give you a discount. We've been working together for so many years."
"I am not the Red Devil: "Wait a minute!""
Wushuang: "Okay."
Locke stroked his chin, which was finally starting to grow a beard again, and looked at the message on the computer screen.
One identity is worth one hundred thousand?
Do you really think money is not money?
Although being a killer makes money quickly, Locke has also spent a lot in the past two days.
Let me put it this way.
If Locke stops accepting orders from now on, by this time next year, he will have to watch the IRS drive a tank to his door to have a chat with him because he cannot pay his property taxes.
"I'm not a Red Devil: "I asked the boss, and he said, since you are our friend, this information can be given to you for free."
If someone is too nice to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief.
Wushuang: "Price?"
"I am not a Red Devil: "Next time if there is a single,
Please complete it for us free of charge. In exchange for equal value, if the price exceeds the amount of this information, we will make up the difference."
Wushuang: "No problem!"
Locke typed this directly.
There is no love or hate without reason in this world.
He was also unwilling to take advantage. After all, free things have been thoroughly proven to cost more.
That's fine.
Equivalent exchange.
This is what he does. It doesn't matter who he kills, as long as the system can assign a task. As long as the system assigns a task, the person is judged to be a bad guy, and he has no psychological pressure when killing.
In this world, someone will eventually uphold justice.
So...
Why can't that person be me?
soon.
Ding Dong sound.
Locke opened his email in the dark world and clicked on it.
Raised an eyebrow!
WTF?
Gallagher Abel, male, 35 years old, alias Mr. Y, dark world, New York Brotherhood assassin!
What's going on?
Mr. Y?
Fraternity?
assassin?
Colleagues?
What are you doing?
"bite!"
"Mission accomplished (every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor)"
『Task Rewards: "Achievement Points*1000" "Potential Points*1000" "Treasure Refresh Ticket*1"』
"bite!"
『Task generated! 』
"New mission: My destiny is in my own hands!"
『Task Rewards: "Achievement Points*2000" "Potential Points*2000" "Treasure Refresh Ticket*1"』
Mission Description: "In this world, there is a magical loom. Legend has it that this loom brings God's will. There is a group of people who practice their faith by killing one person to save ten, a hundred, or even a thousand others. Any name that appears on the loom will be cleared by them. What if your name appears?"
"Note: You are a player. If there is a destiny in this world, then this destiny has no right to judge you!"
"W…T…F?"
Locke frowned.
Textile machine?
Fraternity?
Wanted warrant?
Are you kidding me? How could my name possibly appear on the loom of fate?
Locke raised his eyebrows with an expression of disbelief.
Isn't that loom of destiny fake?
Locke had naturally seen the movie Wanted, and he also knew that there was a brotherhood here. He even planned to find a way to visit them after he had settled down in New York for a while.
after all...
The "gun-swinging technique" is a unique skill.
The Brotherhood's signature skill!
but...
I haven't even gone to the textile factory to study yet, and now you're telling me that my name has been woven into the loom of fate?
Did I offend that old nigger?
Locke blinked, thinking about this question in his mind.
wrong.
It seemed that the Loom of Fate was indeed real at the beginning and was not forged by Sloan. Sloan was indeed doing his best to practice his so-called justice with the name on the Loom of Fate.
It seems that after Sloan discovered his name, his mentality completely exploded, and then he chose to start forging, using the Loom of Destiny as an excuse to make profits for himself.
so...
The Loom of Destiny cannot actually be said to be fake, but can Sloan mistake the fake for the real thing?
That is to say?
Is destiny going to kill me?
Locke raised an eyebrow.
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