Standing not far away, Locke, who was unlimitedly decreasing his presence and showing himself in Cain's appearance, listened to Gwen's sudden words from afar, and after a while, he understood the meaning of Gwen's words.

Nothing else.

Gwen may think that Madison's view of breeds is the same as him, and he doesn't like the character when he sees the black stain, so he says that Madison and him have a common language.

Locke shook his head speechlessly.

He has no discrimination against the breed, but he just happens to not like black breeds very much.

Just like some people are allergic to pollen, they happen to be allergic to black varieties.

That's all!

Locke thought in his heart, turned around and prepared to go on stage.

"Dog!"

"Up, up, up!"

After killing the voodoo doll Queenie to prevent her from committing suicide, the New Orleans Police Department police officers regrouped and planned to continue to break into the door.

Just then.

Bang!

A huge wave of wind and waves swept directly out of the Voodoo Queen's room, like a level ten storm, blowing up more than a dozen police officers who were planning to attack again.

Even a few police officers with a hundred and eighty kilograms were like this.

Next second.

It was like the sound of dumplings, and it was heard continuously. Several lighter police officers even made a thud, and they were very unlucky and directly hit the police car.

A click.

Police car glass shattered.

"dad!"

"Gwen?"

George, who was inside the cordon, looked at Gwen who was raising his hand outside and called him, walked over and said in a deep voice: "Gwen, leave quickly, this is..."

George's words have not yet come to an end.

Gwen had already interrupted quickly: "Dad, there is a Voodoo Queen living there, a magical voodoo witch who is as powerful as the Dark Head."

Originally, Gwen looked at the voodoo doll who was fucking when he appeared, and thought that the voodoo witch was just like this.

but……

Zoe and Madison told her that this was not the case.

Just then.

An Audi is coming from a distance.

Dead!

get off.

Locke walked to Gwen: "Gwen, why are you here?"

Said.

Locke and George in the cordon nodded.

Seeing this, George waved his hand: "Locke, take Gwen away from here, it's very dangerous."

Locke nodded.

"Locke, the voodoo queen lives there, and Nan seems to be inside."

“… Nan?”

"Well, Nan was brought out by Fiona at noon. We followed Nan's breath and walked here, but..."

"Nan's breath seems to be gone."

“…”

Locke raised his eyebrows.

In that room is Nan?

Why didn't he know?

Locke's thoughts changed sharply. At least, when he was in the room, he had no Nan's breath, and at least he was not alive.

Nan is dead?

"Dingling!"

"Hello."

“…Are you kidding?”

“…”

Locke and Gwen looked at George who was on the phone inside the cordon.

George couldn't help laughing for the last second, and the next second, his expression instantly became solemn. After a few ums, he hung up the phone.

Next second.

George and the two guards of the cordon pointed to Locke and Gwen, nodded, signaling that the four of them could come in, and went directly to find Cop.

After a while.

Under Cope's order, the New Orleans Police Department directly surrounded the house from all over the place and gave up the third attack that he had just been preparing to organize.

"Tell me, little girl."

George returned to Locke and others, looked at Gwen with a serious expression: "Queen Voodoo, how did you know?"

Oh no!

Gwen blinked and looked at the serious George: "Dad, who called me just now?"

She didn't want to hide it from George, but if she told George, it would break her agreement with Locke. Once George knew about the Witch Academy, he would know the story of the Witch Academy and the CIA. After that, he would know that Locke was actually a secret CIA agent.

This is not good.

So, Gwen felt that instead of letting Locke's identity be exposed, it would be better to let his father continue to be kept in the dark.

Um.

Gwen turned his mind sharply and looked at George with clear eyes.

George felt that he could no longer look directly at the four words "clear" of his eyes.

It's all a big fucking boar.

George saw Gwen change the subject and obviously didn't want to say it. He glared at Locke next to him, and then his eyes fell on the car that was driving from not far away.

Rock was confused by George.

Gwen won't tell you what it has to do with me. If you ask me, I will definitely say it.

but……

Locke doesn't need to say anything.

Because, Maria Hill, and Mr. Anonymous, have arrived one after another.

George frowned, looked at Maria Hill and Anonymous who arrived one after another, and laughed, "Why, I don't feel strange at all when I saw two of you?"

Mr. Anonymous smiled and shook hands with George: "I'm quite curious to see Superintendent Stacy here. When did Superintendent Stacy come to New Orleans?"

George said: "I'm on vacation and met a friend. I happened to have a case. Come and help."

The Anonymous smiled and said, "So that's it, so is me."

You are a ghost, you are a bad old man, very bad.

George directly threw anonymous with a look of 'Do you think I believe it' and looked at Maria Hill: "So, Ms. Hill also happened to come here for a trip?"

Hill shook his head.

have a look.

No wonder you CIA people are full of lies, and the most basic trust between people is gone.

George thought in his heart, turned his head to look at Anonymous, wanting that Anonymous all learn from Hill.

...Where are people?

George was slightly stunned, turned around, and saw the Anonymous, who had once again walked to Locke, who seemed to be still invincible for Locke, narrowed his eyes.

This wild boar already has a master.

"Supervisor Stacey."

"Director Hill."
To be continued...