"Sorry."

"fine."

In Gwen's room, Gwen looked at Locke who was about to come back to get his bag and then left, spread his hands and sighed and explained: "My father is good at everything, but he is too impulsive and has a strong sense of justice. No matter what kind of case it is, as long as it falls into his hands, he will rush to the front. You don't know how worried my mother and I are."

Gwen and Helen, I hope this time I can teach George a lesson!

That is, if George was not facing a sin hunter last night, but other serial killers or other terrorists, what would the outcome of a policeman who was not wearing a bulletproof vest or even without support, would go up directly?

Just look at the memorial wall of the New York Police Department.

Many are.

It's not that Helen and Gwen are standing on the side of the Sin Hunter, but that they are speaking with facts.

Locke smiled, took the casual blazer on Gwen's coat rack and put it on: "Because of a police officer like Mr. Stacey, we can enjoy a safe life, right? Mr. Stacey is a man worthy of admiration."

but……

Even though he admires it, Gwen and Helen want to use this to make George change his character. Locke feels that it is unlikely.

There are thousands of successful people. Maybe they have different personalities, but they all have a common character.

persist in!

Like Locke.

In his assassination career, Locke also ensured the success rate of each assassination. No one who received the orders was ever sent or missed.

So is George.

The cases delivered to George all ended with the closing of the case.

Let's say so.

An old sheriff who has been in New York for more than ten years is unlikely to have few unsolved cases on his hands.

But George is different. He is closed and there are no unsolved cases.

From this point of view, George seemed to be saying to Locke with his eyes, "I know we are the same type of people", but there was nothing wrong with that.

He and George are indeed the same type of people, but they have chosen different paths.

“By the way.”

Gwen looked at him wearing his coat and handed Locke's backpack over: "What will you arrange tomorrow?"

Locke said, "Go to the vehicle management office."

The personalized license he applied for was released. In fact, it was the day he bought the car, but who told him that the car had been scrapped before he went to the municipal government?

And twice.

Tomorrow is Sunday, so there should be no big problem.

Locke has confidence.

Gwen's eyes lit up: "It's just right, let's go together."

Rock looked at Gwen.

Gwen smiled and said, "My driver's license is good, I originally planned to take my dad home, but..."

I guess George won't have time to go.

Locke nodded: "Okay, then you plan to give it to me tomorrow, and I'll pick you up."

As classmates, it is appropriate to help each other.

not to mention.

Rock also had Helen's meal twice.

but……

Just as Locke was about to go out, George, who had just been lying down, walked down the stairs and looked at Locke: "Are you going back?"

I want to stay overnight, are you sure?

Locke nodded: "Yes, Mr. Stacey, you are..."

George put his coat on: "The bureau report came out, it happened to be a good time to send me a ride. I drank wine, don't mind."

Locke shrugged: "Of course not."

Then Rock, Gwen and Helen said good night, and then went out with George.

The silver Audi R8 is 60 miles away and refuses any speeding ticket.

Locke was driving, and George seemed to be on the phone with the people in the bureau in the co-pilot.

The identity of Firefox was found out?

So fast.

At this time, shouldn’t the textile factory be busy wiping its butts and refuse to look at them one by one?

Locke thought in his heart.

"Locke."

After George hung up the phone, he looked at the scenery outside the window and said casually: "Do you like playing with guns?"

Locke glanced at George: "Of course I like it, guns, men should like it."

George nodded: "Have you ever played?"

Locke said: "I used to hunt and play in Texas."

George smiled and said, "Next weekend, will we go to the shooting range to have fun?"

Rock looked at George: "Really, great, thank you, Mr. Stacey."

The words fell.

The New York Police Department has arrived, too.

"Then let's just say that."

After George got out of the car, he closed the door and said to Locke: "Don't tell Gwen and Helen, this is a man's agreement."

Locke nodded: "I will keep my promise."

After a while.

Locke drove back on the road.

Did George discover something?

Locke raised his right hand and looked at it. It was very smooth and very suitable for the hand a sixteen-year-old boy should have, rather than the calloused right hand that was proficient in "gun swinging" and was proficient in "gun swinging".

His shooting was added directly.

A real sharpshooter needs a lot of bullets to feed.

But Locke doesn't need...

Deep blue...

Pooh!

Upgrade it and get it done directly.

If you want to judge Locke's profession based on Locke's physical characteristics, it is completely nonsense.

So George asked him to go to the shooting range to fuck him?

Locke thought of a possibility, and then couldn't help but smile and shook his head.

the next day.

After Locke waited for Gwen's call, he took Gwen to the vehicle management office in New York.

After a while.

After Gwen got his driver's license, Locke also got his license plate number from the staff.

Lock grabbed the tool, squatted in front of his vehicle, and fixed the license plate onto the hard-earned Audi R8.

License plate number.

LKNB!

Gwen looked at it for a while and couldn't make a turn: "Is this the abbreviation of what word?"

Locke nodded: "Of course."

Gwen blinked and quickly flipped through his vocabulary, trying to find out what kind of abbreviation these four letters were.

but……

Nothing was found.

Rock looked at Gwen's expression and smiled.
To be continued...