Locke said, “Do you have cigarettes there?”

Roy was slightly stunned and said, "Where is yours?"

"I've finished smoking, damn Q, he doesn't smoke."

"Then I'll give it to you."

"Thank you, I'll walk to the stairs now."

"OK."

Lock finished speaking in Jeff's voice, then, staring downstairs with a smile, shook his head, took out the cigarette from his arms, and walked straight up the stairs.

Roy just went upstairs and rolled his eyes.

Locke took Roy directly and quietly put Roy on the ground. This time, he was not tied up.

No time.

"It's okay upstairs."

"It's okay, I just went to the attic to see it."

"Hey, Q!"

"Damn it, this window is leaking."

"Haha, we're okay, we're leaving."

"good."

Locke used his superb ventriloqu skills to complete the dialogue with two roles, and then walked down the stairs openly.

The student who was with Roy looked at the figure who appeared on the stairs, listened to the conversation between Roy and Jeff just now, and laughed: "Fortunately, we two don't want the top floor...W..."

Lock looked at the student who was still holding the terrified expression before fainting, and shrugged: "Sorry."

Said.

Locke dragged the guy aside and glanced at him. Like a few people, he was filled with plastic bullets and shook his head.

Everyone likes to choose guns.

Haven’t these people ever heard of me invincible within seven steps?

It's just two people away.

Inside the house.

Locke was actually quite happy, there were bodyguards in this house.

One sentence.

Human troubles can never be as troubles caused by machines.

If there is no one in the room, there is no doubt that various motion sensors must be turned on.

But now?

Tsk tsk.

Who paid attention to this?

Locke tsk twice. Although he said so, through the phone call just now, he undoubtedly had a rough guess.

James Clayton.

It was the bartender who was attracted by Walter Burke and recruited. His results were able to compete for third place with Patriot Jack in shooting, and even second place with Mays in psychological tests.

Moreover, Walter Burke clearly wanted to put this guy in the position and let him take charge of the cat side, not beyond Locke's expectations.

James Clayton may think that as long as there are people in the house, they can rush in as soon as they are alarmed. Even if Locke lurks in, he can basically lose.

but……

Ideals are full, but reality is very skinny.

What a pity.

Lock licked his lips, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
Chapter completed!