What the hell?

Action tomorrow morning?

The speaker is unintentional, the listener is intentional!

Locke couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard Gwen's words.

Run to the court at this time?

If George wants to apply for a search warrant, it is not impossible during the day.

If you don’t go during the day and go at night, it must be to hide your eyes and maintain a certain degree of confidentiality, so you choose to go at night.

Then the question is.

Who, what virtue can do?

Locke is definitely not worthy of enjoying this kind of treatment. After all, he is just a handsome and handsome young man who is sixteen years old and harmless.

Let’s talk about it again.

It is impossible for Locke to find any prohibited items here.

Well……

Alcohol is definitely impossible to count.

If you do this, it is definitely impossible to come specifically to find trouble for him that he cannot drink alcohol if he is less than 21 years old.

Let’s talk about it again.

Even if you are caught, you will be trouble for the guardian. Unfortunately, Locke's guardian is Locke himself.

so……

Then there is only one person or organization who is qualified to enjoy this treatment.

Textile factory!

...Your mother!

Locke raised his eyebrows. If the New York Police Department passed by tomorrow, wouldn’t he just hit him straight?

The most important thing is...

Good guy!

The cross robs my head, and you need to pay life as compensation. George, you are so ok, are you going to be too busy for Mao to come out and grab the head?

wrong.

Locke was stunned.

George probably didn't go to steal the heads, he just ran over to give the heads.

Locke was speechless.

Although yesterday, although it was the first butcher, or the Firefox or the Cross last night, in front of Locke, he had no ability to fight back like a stinky brother.

But don't think they're really a waste.

That's because Locke is cheating.

All krypton gold players can’t beat the cheaters. A few poor players who don’t have krypton gold can survive a few meetings in the hands of cheaters. Wasn’t that time the krypton gold players simply KO?

But George, or, is the New York Police Department a cheater?

Surely not.

Even if the Brotherhood is the so-called poor player, then the New York Police Department is a full cloud player in this game. I probably don’t know what the name of this game is, and I’m just there to give some advice.

The Brotherhood is a stinky brother in front of Locke.

Same.

Once the New York Police Department runs into the Brotherhood, then the New York Police Department will be the stinky brother.

George is going to die!

Locke looked up, not sure what he wanted to say.

However, Locke guessed the reason why George searched the Brotherhood.

It must be that Firefox's identity was finally found out.

Three or four dead people have a relationship with the textile factory. Even when Firefox took Wesley out, George probably saw the scene of the fiery red sports car leaving the textile factory.

And what about now?

The unparalleled assassin cannot be chased, but the textile factory that has a close relationship with the dead is placed there brightly. Several of the dead are good gunmen in a row, and they all have something to do with your textile factory. Do you dare 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 was unaware of it, but George would definitely be going to play GG.

The most important thing is that although he is not afraid of the New York Police Department, he doesn't like to have a third party running out when working, and even the third party shouts to join the game.

"grass!"

Locke was speechless: "I had known yesterday, I should have shot George directly and asked him to lie in the hospital to recuperate, so that he could come out and add mushrooms to me."

Although I shot George yesterday, it may cause some trouble in the future.

But no matter how you say it will be a little lighter than tomorrow's big trouble.

no.

A solution must be thought of.

Locke's eyes flashed for a moment, thinking in his heart.

George is dead, Locke has no concern at all. Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in heaven. When the monarch of the hell Mephisto wants to take people, Locke can't stop him even if he wants to stop him.

At least not at the moment.

Locke knew Mephisto, but he didn't know him.

George can die, but not tomorrow.

After all, Locke and Gwen are friends, and after two meals from Helen, George even made an appointment with him to shoot a gun next weekend. Locke is a good person to keep his promises. Similarly, he hopes that others will keep their promises and not let him go.

What solution should I think?

The reason why George wanted to search in the textile factory was nothing more than self-rescue. If he didn't give New York City or the mayor an explanation, then the mayor and the New York Police Department would hand over George as an explanation.

Just then.

Locke's eyes fell on the key he placed on the table.

Underground garage, the key to that Audi R8!

Locke raised his eyebrows.

no!

Locke seemed to have thought of something and suddenly turned dark.

He just put on a license plate, and the car has indeed been twenty-four hours, but it has not been seventy-two hours yet. Netizens know that the time for rescue of hostages is seventy-two hours, let alone the car.

Let’s talk about it again.

The insurance company has paid compensation twice, so you can't grab a sheep and pull it hard.

But if George wants to let go of the textile factory's transfer target tomorrow, it seems that the Wushuang Assassin can do it.

even……

Based on the character of the Unparalleled Assassin, who only kills guilty people, if you want to attract and divert George's attention as soon as possible, you can only operate it through him.

Locke looked at the time on the computer and it was already twelve o'clock.

Next second.

Locke shook his right hand, took out the sunglasses from the inventory and put them on.

It's getting late, so I have to prepare.

otherwise……

The daylily is so cold.

Six o'clock.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone on New York City, Sheriff George Stacey, who was resting in the storage locker at the New York Police Department headquarters, suddenly opened her eyes: "Operation!"

"yes!"

"clear!"

"Dress up!"

"Notify the Secret Service Team."

"Okay, boss."

With George's order, the police officers in the lounge opened their eyes one by one, got up, and took out the NYPD-printed bulletproof vests from the cabinet.
To be continued...