A Certain Marvel Super Player

Chu Chu Chu!

Chu Chu Chu!

In a spacious hall of the textile factory, there is a loom that occupies a huge area. Even though the outside is now full of corpses, this loom is still working diligently.

Destiny Loom!

The Brotherhood, the most solid cornerstone of its existence.

But now?

"boom!"

"Ah, Mom Falk!"

The door was smashed, and Sloan, who was bent over, scolded angrily, and slammed into the room without looking at it, and slammed a gun at the back.

"Duang!"

"hehe."

Locke flashed to the side, then looked at the bullets that landed on the wall, came out again, patted the dust that fell on his shoulders when he was dodging just now, and tidied up his hem: "Sloan, became the factory manager, It’s been a long time since I practiced my professional skills, and this marksmanship is not enough.”

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 6 people! 』

Locke walked towards the room where Sloan had just escaped, expressionlessly.

The next second.

Lift the gun and face back!

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Pfft!"

A killer who had just stretched out his pistol from the ventilation duct was directly hit in the head by a bullet that pierced through the ventilation duct, and with a muffled sound, he lay directly in the ventilation duct.

Locke turned around, flicked his right hand, and took out a sweet potato.

Open.

Throw it out.

With spear throwing, it's not just bullets that can turn.

Sweet potatoes are also available.

A ding dong sound.

The sweet potato landed directly on the corpse in the ventilation duct, and exploded instantly under the split-eyed gazes of the several killers who were trying to climb from the ventilation duct to the roof!

Boom!

The ventilation duct exploded, and the blood rained down with the minced meat.

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 1 person! 』

"Ah!"

Locke turned around again and entered the room where the fate loom was stored.

"boom!"

"…"

Locke stood there, his head turned to the side, looking at the bullet that hit the threshold, and then his eyes fell on Sloan, who was lame and holding a special blue pistol: "Would you like to? , am I giving you a chance?"

Sloan raised his hand and shot.

"boom!"

"what!"

Locke put one hand in his pocket, wearing sunglasses and a gun in the other, came over, saw a big hole in his palm, and was about to use his left hand to pick up the gun, and kicked Sloan aside: "Forget it, I'm in a hurry."

Sloan looked up at Locke.

"Why?"

"Ah."

Locke lowered his head and smiled, looked at Sloan: "Guess!"

He will always keep his identity.

Let Sloan die, understand?

Why should I let him die to understand?

In these years, there are not a few people who have died in the Federation, so why can't Sloan.

"Ledger!"

"Humph!"

Locke shook his head with a smile, put away the pistol, and waved his right hand. Last night, too, the temporarily purchased Gurkha knife appeared in the cold light.

Next second!

Locke raised his knife and fell!

"what!"

Sloan screamed and broke out in cold sweat.

Fortunately, both hands were not crippled.

Locke murmured in his heart, grabbed Sloan's left hand, turned around without looking back, walked to the center of the Destiny Textile Machine, and tapped Sloan's left hand directly.

Ding!

After a crisp sound, the part that seemed to be integrated with the textile machine clicked and rubbed, as if the switch had been triggered, and it popped out directly.

Into the eye.

Inside lay a thick ledger quietly and a stack of bank cards.

even…

And two bundles of Franklin.

"A pleasant surprise."

Locke directly swept the inside, opened a black plush bag, and looked at the glittering things inside, and then, suddenly, with a snort, he raised his eyebrows and threw the thing he grabbed into the into its own inventory.

As for that ledger?

Locke flipped through the ledger in his hand, walked up to Sloan again, and threw his left hand to Sloan: "Thank you."

Finished.

Locke found the page the Red Devil wanted, tore it, and pulled it off.

At this moment, Sloan, who was in a cold sweat, almost squeezed the words with his teeth. Looking at Locke's movements, he seemed to understand: "It's Raymond..."

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 0! 』

Locke put away his gun, looked at Sloan with his head raised, and smiled: "You guessed it yourself, I didn't say it, but it can be regarded as letting you die without regrets."

At least, from a certain point of view, Sloan knew why he died.

"Hey!"

"I'm still too soft-hearted."

"Ding! 』

"Mission accomplished (Destiny is mine!

"The settlement is in progress! 』

"Quest Reward: "Achievement Point*39200", "Potential Point*39200"

"Pre-task (rewarded by my destiny): "Achievement Point*2000", "Potential Point*2000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1""

"Hidden mission (single-handedly going to a meeting): "Achievement Point*5000", "Potential Point*5000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1""

"Current status refresh:"

"Name: Locke Broughton (sole player

"Achievement point: 57500 (can be used to purchase items in the achievement mall

"Potential Points: 59500 (can be used to upgrade own skills

"Talent: Tenacity (Level 3): Your physical fitness and recovery ability will be greatly improved"

"Common Skills: Driving (Advanced), English (Grade 9), History (Grade 9), Mathematics (Grade 9), Chemistry (Grade 10), Shooting (Intermediate), Sniper (Advanced)..."

"Extraordinary Skill: Spear Throwing (Blue Quality) Intermediate: Ordinary marksmanship, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is straight, nothing new, but your marksmanship is fancy and extremely deadly! 』

"Current mission: None! 』

"Ness!"

Locke raised his eyebrows, only to feel that the whole person was about to be sublimated.

Achievement points and potential points have both exceeded 50,000.

This is something that has never happened in the sixteen years he has traveled here.

Sure enough.

New York deserves to be my place of prosperity!

I like.

Locke glanced at the dead Sloan and turned to leave. However, just as he left the room of the Loom of Fate, he heard the alarm bell coming closer and closer from outside.

so fast?

Locke raised his hand and glanced at the time on his watch.

Ok.

Not too fast.

It's that he's slower here.

Originally, according to Locke's prediction, the battle could be resolved in forty-five minutes at most. In that case, the plot predicts that it should be able to pass the New York Police Department.

But he's timed out here.

but…

The New York Police Department is indeed coming a little faster.

Locke walked to the window. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the police cars that had begun to pop up at the entrance of the textile factory, and raised his eyebrows.

never mind.

Fortunately, I came prepared.

…