Why hasn't this broken task been completed yet?

MMP!

Locke was speechless.

Lorraine Broughton not only did not raise him, but even left a steel slaughter for him. The most important thing is that he did not even meet him.

What's the result?

As soon as he appeared, he directly needed to help wipe his butt.

good.

If you have a task, you can make money, and you won’t be terrified.

But why has this broken task not been completed yet?

Could it be...

Is there anything else I don't know?

Locke was moved by six feelings, raised his eyebrows and quickly flipped through all the information about Lorraine Broughton in the Palace of Memory.

CIA.

Fantasy 6.

KGB.

No more, the only thing that can make people think of Lorraine Broughton is these three organizations, one with allegiance attributes, and the other two organizations have just been dealt with.

Rock stood on the balcony with the bourbon glass in his hand, looking at New York City under the night, his eyes flashing slightly.

Is it related to Lorraine Broughton's last mission?

On the information given by Anonymous, the previous information was very detailed, but the last task, which led to Lorraine Broughton's death, was rarely smeared for more than half.

Locke was not curious about how Lorraine died at first, but when this matter involved his mission, Locke's curiosity came.

The six senses were touched again.

and……

Locke suddenly jumped from 80% to 81% of the task progress bar, and he understood it completely, so he was right.

Next second.

Locke's face turned black.

Speechless.

Locke thought in his heart.

the next day.

Rock drove to a warehouse under the Brooklyn Bridge and met Clyde Sheldon, the instructor assigned by Anonymous.

Enter the warehouse.

With a rush.

With the movement of a floor, what caught my eye was a secret passage leading to the underground space. After following Clyde Sheldon in, I realized that this was a secret base with an area of ​​no smaller than a warehouse.

"Is this the secret stronghold of the CIA?"

"Mr. Anonymous's base."

Clyde Sheldon led Rock to a room full of weapons, said casually, and turned to look at Rock: "One of them."

Another typical guy who uses public funds to do private affairs.

Who is the last one?

Clyde Sheldon dismantled several weapons on the counter in a few seconds: "From today, every Saturday, I will wait for you here, and I will teach you what I know."

Locke did not answer, but looked at Clyde: "Do you know Lorraine Broughton?"

Clyde was slightly stunned and looked up at Locke.

Locke said: "I've read the information about Lorraine Broughton. After the Berlin Wall mission, she has done several missions with you."

"……yes."

"What was her last mission?"

"What?"

"Her last mission."

Clyde Sheldon frowned and said, "This is not something you can know."

Locke nodded, then turned around and left.

Clyde was stunned.

"Where are you going?"

"go home."

“…”

Locke said that he would come here, and his primary purpose was to come for what problems left by Lorraine Broughton for him, not for training.

He doesn't mind being an agent who can swipe missions in the future, but he doesn't mind that he must be.

Anyway, if he wants to take on the task, he can also take on the task from the KGB side.

It doesn't matter.

A thud.

Clyde then came to his senses from the sound of closing the door, opened his mouth wide, as if he was a little unbelievable. When he walked out, he saw that the silver Audi had already arrived on the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Waterfa?" Clyde blinked. Didn't Anonymous say, he had agreed, what?

Clyde, who took out his cell phone, quickly contacted Anonymous directly.

soon.

On the way home, Locke received a call from Anonymous.

Anonymous on the private plane rubbed his eyebrows: "Didn't you say you don't care about Lorraine Broughton?"

Locke's expression was faint: "I don't care, I don't mean you can ignore it."

It's his business that he doesn't care.

But the CIA didn't say that it was a matter of integrity. It was all about its own people, especially Lorraine Broughton's. What could he not know?

"That mission is confidential, you now..."

"learn."

Locke nodded and interrupted directly: "Goodbye, Mr. Anonymous."

“Hey hey hey…”

"Water..."

When Mr. Anonymous fluctuated again, the other end of the phone was already on the blacklist.

"This kid..."

Mr. Anonymous had a headache. He thought for a while, looked up and said to Agent L who was coming with him: "Let the plane turn around and go back to New York City."

Agent L nodded expressionlessly.

At night.

"Mr. Broughton, the one who claims to be..."

"I know, let him come up."

"OK."

After Anonymous walked out of the elevator, he looked at the open door, and then his eyes fell on the Locke, who was sitting on the sofa, drinking while studying hard, smiled speechlessly, walked in, and took the door with him.

A click.

Anonymous threw a piece of information in his hand on the coffee table, then sat down, looked at Locke who was holding a chemistry book and taking notes while shaking his head: "Maybe, my recruitment choice is wrong."

Locke looked up at the Anonymous: "Take the information away, I don't need it."

"What?"

“I’m very busy.”

Locke put down the pen in his hand, looked at Anonymous, and smiled and said, "For me, joining CIA is an option, but it is definitely not the best choice. You have tested me, and I have also tested you. Obviously, I passed the test on your side, and you have not passed my test."

The anonymous frowned.

Locke glanced at the coffee table, with top secret printed and even the title was painted black, and smiled: "You are right, I don't care about Lorraine Broughton, so I don't need to read this information. If nothing else, I need to review it. There will be chemical tests next month. When I leave, I will bring it to my door. Thank you."

The Anonymous was slightly stunned.
To be continued...