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7. It's not about the car (you signed a contract, ask for a monthly pass?)(1/2)

"What!"

"Boom!"

Almost the moment Rock turned around and ran away, the corpse from the sky roared, almost like an intercontinental missile, landing on the Audi R8 that Rock had just purchased for less than seven hours.

moment.

boom!

The roof of the Audi R8 instantly shriveled.

Then……

With a bang, the four glasses of the car were directly shattered, rushing towards all directions like shock waves generated by grenade explosions.

"Do not!"

Lock looked at Gwen with a shocked look on his face, and pulled and thumped, and took Gwen to the ground.

puff!

Puff!

At home, George Stacey, who suddenly heard the sound of a grenade explosion, rushed out with a gun.

Then……

George saw the two people lying on the side of the road.

Gwen is down.

Locke is on top.

Then……

WTF?

Ten minutes later.

Wow wow wow wow.

police car.

ambulance.

The entire road was filled in in a row.

In an ambulance.

Gwen looked at Locke, who was undergoing debridement and disinfection of forehead wounds with a nervous look on his face, and looked at the doctor: "Doctor, how about it, Locke is okay."

Locke waved his hand: "It's okay, abrasion!"

This little injury would not cost him his life.

At this moment, Sheriff George Stacey, with her colleagues in the police station, focused her eyes on the broken limb on the roof of an Audi R8 that was stuck at this moment, like a scrapped car.

I'm afraid no one will believe it, the car was brand new seven hours ago.

MMP!

I just bought a new car that was less than seven hours old.

"hiss!"

Locke came back to his senses, thrust his waist and back, frowned.

The emergency doctor who was pulling glass fragments behind saw this: "Do you want to get some morphine?"

"don't want."

Locke directly refused: "I can hold on."

Federal substance abuse is too serious.

Do you know if he will suddenly become addicted to morphine.

after all……

Locke can't even quit drinking.

Let’s talk about it again.

He has a tough talent.

The third-level tenacity is enough to ensure that he can be resurrected in full health as long as he is not injured.

actually……

If Locke was alone, the explosion shock wave would not hurt him at all.

But there is Gwen.

This is not...

In order to protect Gwen, Locke's back was like a hedgehog with a back thorn. Fortunately, Locke's casual blazer was of guaranteed quality, and most of the glass fragments were blocked.

Otherwise, Locke could have changed his name to Backstab!

"It's all my fault!"

"fine."

Locke waved his hand, but Gwen felt guilty. If Locke hadn't been to protect him, he wouldn't have become a hedgehog.

It's too exaggerated to say that hedgehogs are too exaggerated.

only.

The jacket connected to the shirt inside was completely useless, but even if it was not a fee, Locke had to wear it.

Let's say so.

There is meat dump!

"Okay, let's take a look."

"Um."

Locke nodded and stood up. With his upper body naked, his eight-pack abs were clearly showing.

Show your powerful charm as a male to show your heart's content!

Gwen blinked as he watched Locke's eight-pack abs.

Is his figure...so good?

Helen also walked out of the apartment at this time and was stunned when she saw Locke's figure.

Sixteen-year-old child, this figure...

It's a violation.

Helen thought in her heart, knocked Gwen's head, and handed the shirt to Locke: "Give it, see if it fits."

Locke was slightly stunned, moved his limbs and looked at Helen: "Thank you, but I'll just go home and change it."

Helen didn't say anything, and she spread her shirt directly. It seemed that she wanted to help Locke wear it directly.

Locke quickly took it and put it on himself.

It would be fine if he was wearing George's shirt, if Helen was asking him to wear it, good guy, Locke felt that he would be in a prosperous rhythm.

But it's quite fitting.

Locke looked at it and there was nothing wrong with everything except that the sleeves were slightly longer and the size was slightly larger.

"Contact the aviation side, I need to know any aircraft that flew over this head within half an hour."

"clear."

George, not far away, said something to his deputy, then walked over, looked at Locke who was wearing his shirt, and said nothing, patted Locke on the shoulder: "Good, thank you!"

Obviously.

George protected Gwen at the critical moment.

At this time, George looked at Locke with a look that was obviously better than before.

even……

Still with a little appreciation!

After all, the behavior that Rock just showed was very consistent with George's vision.

The emergency doctor seemed to know George and took off his mask directly: "No big problem, it's just a scratch. It's all done. It's time to recover for a few days."

He is fine.

But others...

Something has happened!

Good guy.
To be continued...
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