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Chapter 35 The meeting with the Red Devils (please collect, please recommend!)
Because the competition time is about Christmas, so you changed schools?
Stop it.

Midtown University can be said to be one of the top ten best universities in the Federation. Ordinary people try their best to transfer in, and there is no such thing as transferring out.

Locke also spent a lot of effort in order to transfer to Midtown High School.

Otherwise, Locke wouldn't have rushed to the school as soon as he arrived in New York, for fear that the school would dismiss him for being late.

and also……

Locke looked at Gwen suspiciously: "Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Gwen smiled a little embarrassedly: "I said it yesterday afternoon, but when I went to find you, I forgot to say, don't you want to go? If you don't want to, you can tell the team leader."

Although Gwen said so, but the expression, obviously, hoped that Locke would go.

And Locke.

Locke thought about it and shrugged his shoulders: "If I can go, why not, this kind of competition can give me extra points for applying to universities in the future."

If you get a ranking, it will be even more points.

and.

This kind of competition, the system will definitely give tasks. Judging from the rewards of the teenage cowboy competition in Texas, it should be that the basic rewards are all directly starting at 2000 points.

Locke smiled: "If it's Christmas, it's even better. Anyway, I'm alone, and it's the same wherever I live."

Gwen said, "You can come to my house."

Locke looked up at Gwen.

Gwen coughed and said, "Christmas should not even be occupied, it may be the few days at the beginning of December. At that time, if you are free, you can come to my house. Every Christmas, my mother will prepare a lot Rich."

Locke nodded: "I will consider it, thank you, Gwen!"

Gwen: "..."

afternoon.

Locke was told about it by the teacher after taking the chemistry preparatory class with Gwen, and then, despite the captain Gwen's recommendation this time, he still took out a few questions for Locke to answer on the spot.

At this time, if you don't upgrade your chemistry (tenth grade), what's the point of having a system?

After Locke came out of the office, Gwen, who was leaning against the corridor not far away, was holding his backpack, walked up, and asked with concern, "How is it?"

Locke sighed.

Gwen was taken aback for a moment, didn't he pass? No, Locke's knowledge reserve is obvious...

Locke looked at the expression on Gwen's face, smiled, and then said, "Passed."

Gwen was taken aback for a moment, and then, very beautifully, she gave Locke a supercilious look.

Locke laughed in a good mood.

On the drive home.

Locke hung up the call from the insurance officer just now, and said to Gwen, who was driving attentively, "Can you let me down at the intersection ahead? My car is here."

Gwen blinked: "Have you been paid again?"

The corner of Locke's mouth twitched: "I'm not a fraud, so why don't I pay for it?"

Gwen smiled from the corner of his eyes: "I guess if there is a chance to do it again, I am afraid that the insurance company will definitely not accept your order."

Locke opened his mouth.

but……

The facts are estimated to be the same as what Gwen said.

The underwriter was in an auto shop not far away.

Pay for the car now, deliver it on-site, the speed is so fast, it is dazzling, and before Locke can react, a brand new car key is in Locke's hands.

Locke looked at the insurance officer who walked with wind, and asked the boss next to him curiously.

I only know when I ask.

In a sense, this car was not paid by the insurance company, but because the manufacturer saw the news that happened in New York, and then combined with the insurance company, they simply pulled the insurance company to promote it together.

The designated car for New York Fast and Furious!
Good guy.

Hearing the boss's explanation, Locke was astonished. If the ad was published, he would lose everything. In the end, he was superficial again. Today alone, this store has sold 8 Audi R[-]s up.

It's my country.

Locke grabbed the keys, got in the car, and left.

night time.

Manhattan!
Pearl Street.

A hotel entrance that resembles a triangle.

The hotel is called...

Continental Hotel!

When the doorman standing at the entrance of the Continental Hotel looked at Locke, who got out of the taxi and was wearing sunglasses and a neat suit, he was slightly taken aback.

Unparalleled!

The doorman shuddered and helped Locke open the door.

Locke thanked him and walked into the Continental Hotel.

Into the eye!

The hotel lobby is not deserted, but it is definitely not lively.

At the front desk facing the gate, the hotel manager Charon standing among them looked up at Locke who was coming, raised his eyebrows, and greeted Locke with a smile after he walked in: "Good evening, Mr. Wushuang. "

Locke took out a gold coin and pushed it over: "Have a glass of wine!"

Charon nodded, served with a smile, and then gave Locke a hand of cards: "I wish you a happy game, Mr. Peerless."

Locke took the cards in his hand and walked towards the elevator.

Just as he was about to enter the elevator, someone came out of the elevator.

After Locke walked into the elevator, he just heard Charon say to the man: "Good evening, Mr. Wick."

"..."

Locke seemed to think of something: "That was John Wick just now, the John Wick who killed my dog ​​and I want your whole family to be buried with him?"

Count the time, haven't you retired yet?
Locke thought so.

Ding!
At the end of the elevator, open the door.

into the eye.

It is a hotel.

As a qualified killer, Locke also took the surrounding environment and people into his eyes immediately, and immediately located his target this time.

Take your seat.

Locke beckoned, called the waiter, and then said to a serious little black sitting opposite: "Good evening, Debby, where is the Red Devil?"

Denby glanced at the waiter who served the bourbon. After the waiter left, he said, "Mr. Leidington is abroad, and it's inconvenient to go back to the Commonwealth."

Oh yes.

The Red Devils are still the most wanted man by the FBI.

but……

Then why did he go to Texas?
Locke smiled, took out the piece of paper that the Red Devil said he wanted from his arms, handed it directly to Dengby, and then invited, "Would you like a drink?"

Deby glanced at Locke, took out the phone, and dialed it. After the Red Devil over there answered the phone, he said a few words, and then handed the phone to Locke.

Locke took it: "Red Devil, I thought I could buy you a drink. After all, I like bourbon now, but you told me that bourbon is good."

The red devil over there laughed: "My dear friend, rum is also very good, you should try it more, you can't just drink bourbon."

Locke smiled.

The Red Devils also said directly after exchanging pleasantries: "This time, there is actually another reason for letting Dengby come over to pick up the goods."

Locke: "..."

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(End of this chapter)