As soon as the sound came out.

The mascot director, Mr. Anonymous, and Walter Burke's pupils were shaking slightly in the observation room.

Walter Burke even looked at the surveillance screen.

On the screen, after Director Alexander Conklin left, Locke sat on a chair like a vacation, drinking the Bourbon that Director Alexander Conklin had just taken.

Very leisurely, very leisurely.

even……

There was also a mysterious smile on his face.

no way!

Originally, Locke didn't plan to come to Langley to ask for someone in person.

but……

Who asked Mr. Walter Burke to send an invitation? Someone sent an invitation instead of going, obviously, this was a very rude thing.

Locke is a very polite person.

so……

Locke thought about it. Since Walter Burke wanted to see him impatiently, as Walter Burke wished, he moved the originally planned visit tonight to the present moment.

no way.

I'm always so understanding.

Rock pursed his glass of Bourbon, thinking in his heart, then, as if he had noticed something, looked up, looked at the surveillance camera, raised his Bourbon wine glass from afar, smiled slightly, as if responding to someone's invitation...

Walter Burke's face was instantly dark.

Although Mr. Anonymous did not understand what was going on, he knew one thing very well, and looked directly at Walter Burke: "Mr. Burke, it seems that your speculation is that all your hysterical attacks have occurred again."

Is Locke the Unparalleled Assassin?

Oh.

The Wushuang Assassin called directly, and he still hoped to implicate Locke. What kind of dreams are there? Locke is under surveillance and said that he is Wushuang Assassin. How could he pretend to be the phone call?

Walter Burke looked at the expression delivered by Anonymous and sneered: "A phone call can prove..."

"Dadly!"

“…”

Before Walter Burke finished speaking, suddenly, listening to the sound coming from the other end of the phone, his face changed: "Lisa?"

"Not anymore!"

When the voice of the Wushuang Assassin came out of the phone again, the other end of the phone was silent for about five seconds, accompanied by the sound of wiping hands: "Mr. Walter Burke, originally, it was only business between me and you, but why, do you want to make this matter a personal grudge?"

This is a pun!

Wushuang Assassin laughed: "Since Mr. Burke has turned this matter into a personal grudge, then deal with it in the way of personal grudges."

Walter Burke said in a deep voice: "How did you do Lisa?"

Wushuang Assassin smiled and said, "She is so naughty, so I told her to shut up."

"you……"

"Okay, I'll call here, not talking to you."

The Wushuang Assassin interrupted Walter Burke, who was extremely angry, and changed the subject: "No. 11, Brown Elm Street, Washington, D.C., Orent, Coster, Director Duter, are you familiar with this information?"

The mascot director's face looked ugly at this moment: "What do you want?"

just……

The street number that Wushuang Assassin mentioned is his home address, while Orent is his husband, Cost, and the son he and his husband adopted.

Yes.

husband!

To be honest, Locke was a little unbelievable when collecting information. Unexpectedly, the director of the mascot was still a BUFF owner.

But this has nothing to do with Locke.

I said this just to let the mascot director listen carefully to his speech.

Locke said directly: "I want to make a deal with Langley!"

The mascot director looked over there, the agent who was nervously locating the signal, nodded, and then said in a deep voice: "What do you want?"

Locke said: "A sin notice, once it is issued, I will definitely recycle it, so you know very well, what do I want?"

From the debut of the Wushuang Assassin to the present, no matter who it is, as long as it receives a notice of crime, there is only one way to go.

Locke hates experiencing new things.

For example, lose once.

Locke said directly: "But I am also a federal person. I always feel bad about making Langley's face lose his face on the federal land, but I don't want to get my notice back. So, I plan to make a deal with Director Duter. Let me tell you, one of you KGB undercover agents in Langley, and as a reward, you need to hand over the person I need to me, how about?"

The words just fell.

There was a thud.

Walter Burke over there could no longer bear the anger in his heart and broke out directly.

Anonymous nodded quickly to the agents next to him.

The agent agreed and quickly followed Walter Burke, who had disappeared from the elevator entrance.

The director of the mascot and Mr. Anonymous took their eyes back from the door. Director Duterte wiped his face and said to the phone in a deep voice: "The Federation never negotiates terms with anyone. If you want Director Burke, maybe you can try it, come in and get it yourself."

“That’s so bad.”

"What?"

Just then.

The agent who was responsible for tracking and locating the telephone signal, after the result came out, his eyes shrank and turned around, looking at the mascot director and Mr. Anonymous: "Director, the source of the signal, our building."

While talking.

Dou, Dou, Dou!

The mobile phone, which was sent by Wushuang Assassin, has been hung up at this moment.

Gu Ju

The Anonymous suddenly changed his face: "Jack, Superintendent Burke..."

Jack, who had already chased him to the first floor lobby with two agents, covered his headset, and looked at him, and there was no trace of him: "Super Burke did not come down."

The anonymous frowned.

Next second.

The Anonymous cursed Shet and hurriedly ran outwards.

Twenty-fourth floor!

With a bang.

After just pressing the down button of the elevator, Walter Burke entered another elevator and went up. He violently pushed open his office door, took off his glasses from his face, opened his safe in the office, took out his cell phone, and dialed a phone number from Paris.

"Hello?"

No one needs to watch, just listen, and you can know that the voice must have come from a black man's voice coming from the phone.

Walter Burke took out the pistol from the safe and clicked and loaded it: "I was targeted by the Unparalleled Assassin."

"Marisa..."

"Is this still a question? She is dead."

"Lorraine?"

"I don't……"

Walter Burke was just about to speak, and the next second, he seemed to feel something. He quickly turned around and was about to pull the trigger directly.

but……

"Bang!"

"ah!"

The unparalleled assassin wearing sunglasses and suits and ties directly sent Walter Burke to the wall as a wall, and then, with his right hand with leather gloves, he took the cell phone that had drawn an arc in the air.

Dong!

Walter Burke slowly flowed down from the wall like a painting.

Locke stared at Walter Burke, then raised the phone to his ear and raised his mouth slightly: "Otto? Maybe neither you nor me, but soon, I will know who you are, and you will know who I am."

"...Is that so? I'm waiting for you!"
To be continued...