One hour later.

Locke waved goodbye with the policeman who specially sent him to the door.

The officer left his phone number just in case Locke had something uncomfortable.

soon.

After the police entered the elevator and left.

Close the door.

Locke's face suddenly turned dark.

Taking off his shirt, Locke walked into the bathroom, twisted his body, and carefully untied the bandage that had just been wrapped around his body.

Enjoy the eyes.

The dozen traces of debris left behind were already gone without a trace.

Level 3 toughness, so terrifying!

"Gudong!"

Locke walked out of the bathroom, took out a bottle of bourbon from inside the bar, poured it into one cup, and drank it all in one go.

An ordinary sixteen-year-old boy cannot buy wine.

But Locke is not an ordinary person.

Next second.

Locke looked up and looked into the study on the second floor.

In the study room.

It is also a special computer for mainland hotels. Locke, who is naked, just clicks on a chat software on the computer.

『Wushuang: "Are there?"

『I'm not a Red Devil: "Say!"

『Wushuang: "Tonight there is a corpse from heaven from Manhattan. I want to know all the news about him."

『I'm not a Red Devil: "Wait a minute"

Lock looked at the message and leaned against the computer chair.

The New York Police Department has the New York Police Department’s way of investigating cases.

There are also dark worlds!

Many times, the intelligence in the dark world comes much faster than that in the open institutions.

If Locke hadn’t been able to trade stocks, he could use the advantage of the rapid transmission of intelligence in the dark world to make a big difference in the stock market.

Of course.

The information in the dark world is true and false.

However, the information source of Rock chat is still very good.

When Locke was in Texas, he had several transactions with this intelligence agent, which was considered a business partner with a pleasant cooperation. Locke also privately took over several orders from this guy.

Anyway, Locke refused everyone to come. As long as the order he placed could make the system do the task, he would take it.

As for who this guy is?

Locke seriously suspected that this guy was the Red Devil, the legendary goalkeeper of the Dark World.

Of course.

The one who talked to him must not be the Red Devil.

It should be a salesman under the Red Magic.

After all, the name of the Red Devil is much louder than that of Locke, and it is still a meal of intelligence. Almost every time and every second, people are looking for the Red Devil to do business.

Locke is just one of them.

After a while.

Reply.

『I am not a Red Devil: "100,000!"』

『Wushuang: "Are you robbing money? Who is it? Information is so expensive?"

Good guy.

『Wushuang: "I know your boss, I'll give you a discount. We've been working together for so many years."

『I'm not a Red Devil: "Wait!"

『Wushuang: "Okay."

Locke touched his bearded chin and finally started to re-examine the message on the computer screen.

Is a single identity worth 100,000?

Do you really think money is not money?

Although it's easy to make money in the killer industry, Locke has spent a lot in the past two days.

Let's say so.

If Locke stops taking orders from now on, by this time next year, he will watch the IRS drive a tank to come to him and chat with him because he can't afford property tax.

『I am not a Red Devil: "I asked the boss, and the boss said, you are our friend, and this message can be given to you for free."

If you have nothing to do, you will either be traitor or thief.

『Wushuang: "The price?"

『I am not a Red Devil: "Next time if there is a order, we will complete it for free, exchange it for equivalent. If it exceeds this information, we will make up for the difference."

『Wushuang: "No problem!"』

Locke said directly by typing.

There is no love and hate in this world for no reason.

He is not willing to take advantage of it. After all, free things have been proven completely. The free things are, the higher the price they need.

That's fine.

Equivalent exchange.

He is doing this job. It doesn’t matter who he kills. As long as the system can do the task, he will be judged as a bad person. When he kills, he will have no psychological pressure.

In this world, someone will eventually preside over justice.

So……

Why can't that person be me?

soon.

A ding dong sound.

Locke opened his mailbox in the dark world and clicked in.

Raise an eyebrow!

WTF?

Galach Eble, male, thirty-five, alias Mr. Y, Dark World, New York Brotherhood Assassin!

What's going on?

Mr. Y?

Brotherhood?

assassin?

Traveling with each other?

What to do?

"bite!"

"The mission is completed (there are faults, the debt is the main one)"

『Task Reward: "Achievement Point*1000", "Potential Point*1000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1"

"bite!"

『Task generation!』

"New Mission: My destiny is my own, not my own,"

『Task Reward: "Achievement Point*2000", "Potential Point*2000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1"

"Task description: "In this world, there is such a magical textile machine. According to legend, this textile opportunity brings God's will. There is a group of people who kill one person and save ten, hundreds, or even thousands of people to practice their faith. Any name that appears on the textile machine will be cleared by them. What if your name appears?"
To be continued...