He has been in his career for decades and has recruited not a hundred agents, but it is the first time he has seen him with such personality as Locke and has said goodbye directly if he has a disagreement.

The most important thing is...

Locke really has the confidence to say this.

He is beautiful, rich, has a superb IQ, and has the ability to remember everything he has. He is obviously the rhythm of a winner in life, so why should he be your agent?

but.

Anonymous said in a deep voice: "If you say such things just because I didn't tell you the whole truth at once, then maybe you are not as mature and steady as I think."

The pen in Locke paused for a moment, then put it down again, closed the notebook in front of him, looked at Anonymous, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I am only seventeen years old, sir."

It is his business that he is mature and steady.

He can be mature or willful.

“Besides…”

Locke smiled: "I have money, I have the qualification to be willful."

The anonymous man was speechless.

Locke got up from the sofa, and didn't even look at the information on the coffee table. He walked towards the bar with an empty wine glass: "Drink a drink, and then, walk slowly, don't give it."

The Anonymous took a deep breath.

Next second.

“ICA!”

Anonymous turned around and looked at Locke who walked over to the bar: "Your mother... Lorraine Broughton's last mission goal is ICA, the full-name international contract agency, a killer organization that we investigated but never had direct evidence."

Since Locke doesn't plan to read it, he can only tell it orally.

after all.

Who made Rock right?

The one who wanted Rock to join the Anonymous was not Locke wanted to join the Anonymous.

Let’s talk about it again.

The Anonymous originally wanted to recruit Locke with the information of Lorraine Broughton. The reason for blackening the last task was because the killer organization had never been confirmed, and the photos on the scene were a bit bloody.

Locke poured wine into his glass with expressionless face.

After a while.

After finishing his words, Anonymous looked at Locke who had not done any movement there, got up, walked towards the door, stopped at the door, shook his head, turned to look at Locke at the bar: "If you just want to simply understand your mother, then you can just say it. I can guarantee that as long as there is something about your mother, Clyde will tell you in a simplified manner, goodbye, Locke, I hope you don't leave early next week."

A thud.

Lock held the wine glass, looked at the room where the door was closed, took a sip of the wine in the glass, walked to the sofa, and his eyes fell on the information on the coffee table.

Was he willful just now?

No.

He was beating and telling Anonymous not to play secrets with me. He didn't want to do it anymore and could leave anytime, anywhere.

As for why Anonymous had imagined that he wanted to know more about Lorraine?

That was the Anonymous problem, not his.

Locke flipped through the information and saw the wreckage of the apartment and the high-definition flesh and blood in the wreckage, with a expressionless face. These pictures did not affect his drinking at all.

He had only one thought.

International Contract Intermediary Office?

ICA?

This is a fucking thing, isn’t it an organization that specializes in cultivating a group of bald killers?

So...

This time, not only was the KGB targeting me because of Lorraine Broughton, but this ICA also targeting me because of Lorraine Broughton?

WTF?

Why?

People sit at home?

Did the pot come from the sky?

I haven't even seen Lorraine Broughton before, so I'm taking the blame?

...

Monthly tickets!

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Expensive ball!!!!!!
Chapter completed!