Purple Man.
This was someone Nolan cared about deeply.
Although he had known Jessica Jones for a very long time.
He had never forgotten.
There was a guy nicknamed Purple Man who ruined Jessica Jones's future.
This time, he intercepted Jessica in advance and changed the future.
But of course, he wouldn't forget this matter.
This was also why he installed Red Queen's sub-system for monitoring inside Jessica Jones's detective agency.
And the effect was surprisingly good.
In less than half a year.
He saw Purple Man.
Zebediah Kilgrave frowned slightly.
This person had some issues.
But he didn't care.
Because from the moment the other party walked up to him.
He was already in an invincible position.
Nolan acted as if he hadn't noticed.
"Jessica?"
Nolan called out.
Jessica Jones glanced at him.
"Nolan, why are you here?"
The memory was still there.
Nolan found it somewhat amusing.
"Baby, you need to know, you've been kidnapped by that Mr. next to you."
"Zebediah?
That's impossible, he's my friend."
Jessica Jones said with certainty.
Nolan chuckled.
"I think in a moment, you won't say that anymore."
Then Nolan looked at Zebediah Kilgrave.
And said seriously:
"Today, I'm here to kill someone.
Guess who I'm here to kill?"
Zebediah Kilgrave was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, his eyes turning cold.
"You want to kill me?
No one in this World can do that yet.
Don't believe it.
You can try..."
While speaking.
Purple Man had already controlled Nolan through the diffused hormones.
Nolan looked at him.
And grinned.
"Since you said try, I'll try."
The next instant,
He struck suddenly.
His right hand directly reached out towards Purple Man.
At this moment, his speed was extremely fast.
In just an instant, he grabbed Purple Man's neck.
Leaving him no time to even react.
Purple Man's expression suddenly turned to terror.
"How can you be fine!"
Nolan's mouth twisted.
"I've been waiting for you for a year!"
As he spoke.
Nolan squeezed hard.
Purple Man's body instantly went limp.
He killed someone.
And, he killed them with his own hands!
Nolan withdrew his hand, this was the feeling of power.
The next instant.
Jessica Jones threw a punch.
Under the influence of hormones.
Zebediah Kilgrave was the person Jessica Jones trusted the most.
Now that Zebediah Kilgrave had been killed by Nolan.
How could she tolerate it?
Facing Jessica Jones's fist.
Nolan didn't dodge or evade.
Bang!
The two of them collided with a punch-to-punch strike.
Nolan retreated a few steps.
Jessica Jones stood rooted to the spot.
There was a significant gap between the two.
But at least,
Nolan had firmly taken the hit!
Super Soldier Serum.
After his tireless research.
It was finally completed!
It was just a pity that this version of the Super Soldier Serum, although it had no side effects.
It couldn't reach the true peak level of the human body.
But it was enough.
After confirming his strength.
Nolan didn't hesitate.
He pressed his wrist.
Then the power suit on his back ejected.
Covering his body in the blink of an eye.
Wearing the power suit.
Nolan chuckled.
It had been a long time since he had exercised.
"Jessica, let's try again!"
Nolan called out.
Charging towards Jessica Jones again.
This time.
His punch sent Jessica Jones flying.
Before Jessica Jones could get up.
Nolan had already rushed to her side and directly sat on her.
Hmm... a familiar posture.
Without giving Jessica Jones a chance to react.
Nolan tied her up with a backhand move.
Looking at the messy scene around them.
And the corpse in the coffee shop.
Nolan was completely calm.
Purple Man?
He had long since stopped caring about him.
Nolan looked around.
That faint gaze, whether real or not, still existed.
But he could never determine the source of the gaze.
Before long, a Police siren sounded.
Then a group of Police officers walked down.
Leading them was New York City Bureau Director George Stacy.
He looked at the situation around him.
Walked up to Nolan.
And sighed:
"Mr. Locke, you are in big trouble."
George Stacy rubbed his temples.
Issues involving capitalists were what he hated the most.
Especially when the other party had killed someone with his own hands.
Nolan looked at George Stacy.
"Big trouble?
I don't think so.
In fact, I think I did a good deed."
George Stacy's face darkened.
"You killed someone."
"No, I just killed a piece of trash, society will prove me right." Nolan said seriously.
George Stacy took a deep look at Nolan.
This wasn't his first encounter with Nolan Locke.
Last time, he only suspected the other party of murder.
But this time, there was no need to suspect.
He really killed someone.
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And, he killed them with his own hands.
Nolan held down Jessica Jones.
Purple Man's hormone control had a time limit.
But even now, Jessica Jones hadn't recovered.
She was just cursing Nolan like crazy.
In response, Nolan shrugged.
Let her curse, it's not like he'd lose a piece of flesh.
But tonight.
She was dead!
Nolan thought resentfully.
I saved your future.
It's fine if you don't thank me properly.
But you even dare to curse me.
When Jessica Jones recovered, her whole body stayed rooted to the spot.
This feeling of social death.
Nolan could completely understand.
"Alright, you go back first, we'll talk when I get home tonight."
After tidying up the scene, George Stacy sighed.
"Take him away!"
Then, he pulled Nolan towards the Police station.
At the street corner.
A figure stared intently at Nolan.
Only after the Police car disappeared.
Did he mutter to himself:
"Nolan Locke, it seems he's no longer an ordinary person.
Perhaps, it's time to make a move..."
After speaking.
The man disappeared and left.
Back at the Police station.
Nolan had no sense of being arrested whatsoever.
He didn't think George Stacy would dare to do anything to him.
He didn't even worry about whether he would spend the night here.
Just as he was waiting.
A man walked in.
"Hello, I'm Morrison Craid, your defense attorney."
Nolan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"I haven't heard of you."
Nolan certainly had his own legal team.
He was sure this person wasn't part of it.
Morrison Craid had a smile on his face.
"That's not important, what's important is that you are currently facing a murder charge.
If nothing unexpected happens.
You will likely need to spend three to five years in a prison cell because of this."
Nolan scoffed.
"Are you kidding me?
Tonight, I'll be sleeping soundly in my Villa."
Morrison Craid's expression was calm.
"No, as long as I don't want you to, you won't be able to leave."
Hearing this, Nolan said:
"State your identity and your purpose, otherwise, you won't be leaving here."
Morrison Craid chuckled.
"Back then, your father received our help to establish Locke Technology Company.
He once signed an agreement, perhaps you can take a look."
Saying that, Morrison Craid took out an agreement.
Nolan looked at the agreement on the table, and his whole body froze for a moment.
Then his expression became strange.
He said indifferently:
"Regardless of what agreement you signed.
The current Locke Technology has no relation to the original Locke Technology.
So this so-called agreement has nothing to do with me."
Morrison Craid stared into Nolan's eyes.
There was coldness and a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Nolan Locke, you simply don't understand what you are facing.
We are the deepest darkness in this World.
We are the masters of this World!
Your father was just a puppet we pushed forward.
But after he had you, he developed thoughts he shouldn't have.
But he simply didn't understand the principle that once you join HYDRA, you and your descendants are HYDRA for generations.
Locke Technology went bankrupt, and Old Locke also died in a car accident.
Now, it's your turn..."
Morrison Craid pushed a new agreement towards Nolan.
His eyes were cold.
"Now, you only have two choices.
Sign it, or die!"
But he didn't notice.
Nolan's eyes at this moment.
Were even colder than his.
"So, that's how it is..."
Nolan sighed.
He knew his father's death wasn't ordinary.
Charles had lied to him countless times, the only thing he hadn't lied about was perhaps that Old Locke's death wasn't ordinary.
He just didn't expect that he was actually a second-generation HYDRA member.
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