What the hell?
Action tomorrow morning?
The speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously!
Locke couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard Gwen's words.
Going to court at this time?
If George wants to apply for a search warrant, it's not impossible during the day.
They don't go during the day, but only go at night. This must be to hide from others and maintain a certain degree of confidentiality, so they choose to go at night.
So here comes the question.
Who is it, and what qualifications do they have?
Locke certainly did not deserve such treatment. After all, he was just a handsome, harmless sixteen-year-old boy.
Besides.
It is impossible for Locke to find any prohibited items here.
Well...
Alcohol certainly doesn't count.
It's so mysterious and it's definitely not that they are doing this just to cause trouble for him because he is under 21 and cannot drink.
Besides.
Even if he was caught, he would have to find trouble with his guardian. Unfortunately, Locke's guardian was Locke himself.
so...
Then there is only one person or organization left who is eligible to enjoy this treatment.
Textile factory!
...your mother!
Locke raised his eyebrows. If the New York Police Department also went there tomorrow, wouldn't they run into each other head-on?
Most importantly…
Good job!
Anyone who steals my head must pay with his life as compensation. George, you are fine, why do you want to be so upset and come out to steal my head?
wrong.
Locke was stunned.
George shouldn't have gone there to get the kill, he was actually running over to get the kill.
Locke was speechless.
Although yesterday, no matter who was the butcher at the beginning, or the Firefox or the Cross last night, they were like a stinky little brother in front of Locke, and had no ability to fight back at all.
But don't think they are really bad.
That's because Locke is cheating.
Even players who spend money on games can't beat players who use cheats. How many poor players who don't have any money on games can last a few rounds against players who use cheats? Wouldn't they be KOed cleanly that time?
But is George, or rather, the New York Police Department, a cheating player?
Definitely not.
In fact, if the Brotherhood is the so-called poor player, then the New York Police Department is a complete cloud player in this game. They probably don't even know the name of the game, but they are just giving orders.
The Brotherhood is a stinky little brother to Locke.
Same.
If the NYPD runs into the fraternity, then the NYPD will be the stinky little brother.
George is dying!
Locke looked up, not knowing what to say.
However, Locke had guessed a little about why George wanted to search the Brotherhood.
Firefox's identity must have finally been discovered.
Three or four consecutive deaths were related to the textile factory. In fact, when Firefox took Wesley out, George should have seen the scene of the fiery red sports car leaving the textile factory.
And now?
The peerless assassin cannot be pursued, but the textile factory that has close ties with the deceased is right there in plain sight. Several consecutive deceased people are good shooters, and they are all related to your textile factory. Do you dare to say that your textile factory is clean?
Locke could almost predict that once George went to the textile factory tomorrow morning, the textile factory would surrender. Locke didn't know, but George was definitely going to be defeated.
The most important thing is that although he is not afraid of the New York Police Department, he doesn't like a third party to come out when he is working, and even that third party is shouting that he wants to join the game.
"grass!"
Locke was speechless: "If I had known yesterday, I should have shot George directly and let him lie in the hospital to recuperate, so that he wouldn't come out to add mushrooms to me."
Although George was shot yesterday, it may cause some trouble in the future.
But at least it will be less troublesome than tomorrow's big trouble.
no.
We must find a way.
Locke's eyes flickered as he thought to himself.
Locke didn't care whether George lived or died. Life and death were determined by fate, and wealth and honor were in the hands of God. When Mephisto, the lord of hell, wanted to take someone away, Locke couldn't stop him even if he wanted to.
At least not right now.
Locke knew Mephisto, but others didn't know him.
George could die, but not tomorrow.
After all, Locke and Gwen are friends, and he has had two meals with Helen. George even asked him to go shooting next weekend. Locke is a good man who keeps his promises. Similarly, he also hopes that others will keep their promises and not stand him up.
What can we do?
The reason why George wanted to search the textile factory was nothing more than to save himself. If he did not give an explanation to the city of New York and the mayor, then the mayor and the New York Police Department would hand George over as an explanation.
Just then.
Locke's eyes fell on a key he had placed on the table.
Underground garage, the key to the Audi R8!
Locke raised an eyebrow.
no!
Locke seemed to have thought of something and his face suddenly turned dark.
He just got a license plate, and it's true that the car has been in the past 24 hours, but it hasn't even been 72 hours yet. Netizens all know that the time for rescuing hostages is the golden 72 hours, let alone the car.
Besides.
The insurance company has already paid compensation twice. You can't just grab the sheep and pull it hard.
But if we want George to give up the textile factory and change his target tomorrow, it seems that only the unparalleled assassin can take action.
even...
Based on his character as an unparalleled assassin who only kills guilty people, if you want to attract and divert George's attention as soon as possible, you can only do it through him.
Locke looked at the time on the computer and it was already past twelve o'clock.
Next second.
Locke waved his right hand, took out the sunglasses from the inventory and put them on.
It's getting late, time to get ready.
otherwise...
The daylily is getting cold.
Six o'clock.
When the first rays of sunlight hit New York City in the early morning, Sheriff George Stacy, who was resting against a locker at the New York Police Department headquarters, suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Action!"
"yes!"
"clear!"
"Dress!"
"Notify the special forces."
"Okay, boss."
Following George's order, the police officers in the lounge opened their eyes one by one, stood up, and took out bulletproof vests printed with NYPD from the cabinet.
The speed of getting dressed is very fast.
Almost within a minute, accompanied by various clicking sounds of loading guns, many police officers including George and Kate were ready.
At this time.
George then took out the wanted warrant and was about to announce the target of the operation.
Ding-a-ling!
The rapid ringing of the phone broke the tense atmosphere.
George frowned slightly, a little unhappy, but the next second, he found that the ringtone was from his own cell phone.
"Gwen, I'm..."
Before George could finish his words, Gwen's nervous voice came from the phone.
"Dad, Locke just called and said that the car thief stole his car again. Moreover, it seems that Locke has been discovered. He kidnapped Locke!"
"…"