What!"
"Boom!"
Almost at the moment when Locke turned around and ran with Gwen, a corpse fell from the sky with a loud bang, almost like an intercontinental missile, accurately and precisely hitting the Audi R8 that Locke had just bought less than seven hours ago.
moment.
boom!
The roof of the Audi R8 shrank instantly.
Then...
With a bang, the four windows of the car were shattered directly, and rushed in all directions like the shock wave generated by a grenade explosion.
"Get out of the way!"
Locke looked at Gwen who was shocked, and pulled her directly, and with a plop, he brought Gwen to the ground.
puff!
Puff!
George Stacy was at home when he suddenly heard a sound like a grenade explosion and rushed out with a gun.
Then...
George saw the two people lying on the side of the road.
Gwen is below.
Locke is on top.
Then...
WTF?
Ten minutes later.
Wow wow wow.
police car.
ambulance.
They filled the entire road in a row.
In an ambulance.
Gwen looked at Locke who was undergoing debridement and disinfection of the forehead wound with a nervous look on her face, and looked at the doctor: "Doctor, how is it, Locke, is he okay?"
Locke waved his hand: "It's okay, just a scratch!"
This little injury won't kill him.
At this moment, Sheriff George Stacy and his colleagues in the police station were focusing their attention on the remains of a body resting on the roof of an Audi R8, which was now in tatters and looked like a scrapped car.
I'm afraid no one will believe it, but this car was brand new seven hours ago.
MMP!
I just bought a new car less than seven hours ago.
"hiss!"
Locke came back to his senses, straightened his back and frowned.
The emergency doctor who was pulling out the glass shards in the back saw this and asked: "Do you want some morphine?"
"don't want."
Locke refused directly: "I can hold on."
Federal drug abuse is too serious.
Who knows if he'll suddenly become addicted to morphine.
after all...
Locke couldn't even quit drinking.
Besides.
He has a gift of tenacity.
The third-level toughness talent is enough to ensure that as long as he is not fatally injured, he can be resurrected with full health.
actually...
If Locke was alone, the shock wave of the explosion would not be able to hurt him at all.
But there was Gwen.
This isn't...
In order to protect Gwen, Locke's back was like a hedgehog with spines on its back. Fortunately, the quality of Locke's casual suit jacket was guaranteed, and most of the glass fragments were blocked.
Otherwise, Locke could change his name to Backstab!
"It's all my fault!"
"fine."
Locke waved his hand, but Gwen felt very guilty. If Locke hadn't turned into a hedgehog to protect him, he wouldn't have turned into a hedgehog.
Calling it a hedgehog is an exaggeration.
only.
The jacket and the shirt underneath were completely ruined, but even if they were worthless, Locke had no choice but to wear them.
Let me put it this way.
There are meat scraps!
"Okay, let's move around a bit and see."
"Um."
Locke nodded and stood up. With his upper body naked, his eight-pack abs were clearly visible.
Show off your powerful charm as a masculine!
Gwen blinked as she stared at Locke's eight-pack.
Such a good figure?
Helen also came out of the apartment at this time.
I was also stunned when I saw Locke's figure.
A sixteen-year-old kid with this body...
That's a violation.
Helen thought so in her heart, knocked Gwen on the head, and handed the shirt to Locke: "Here, see if it fits."
Locke was slightly stunned, stretched his limbs, and looked at Helen: "Thank you, but I'll just change it when I get home."
Helen didn't say anything, but just unfolded the shirt. It seemed that she was going to help Locke put it on.
Locke quickly took it and put it on himself.
It would be fine if he just wore George's shirt, but if he asked Helen to help him put it on, wow, Locke felt that he was going to be very popular.
But it fits pretty well.
Locke took a look and found nothing wrong with it except that the sleeves were a little long and the size was a little big.
"Contact the aviation department. I need to know the location of any aircraft that flew over here within half an hour."
"clear."
George, who was not far away, said something to his deputy, then walked over, looked at Locke who was wearing his shirt, and patted Locke on the shoulder without saying anything: "Not bad, thank you!"
Obviously.
George protected Gwen at the critical moment when Sherlock helped her.
At this time, the way George looked at Locke was obviously better than before.
even...
And with a bit of appreciation!
After all, the behavior Locke had just displayed was very much in line with George's vision.
The emergency doctor seemed to know George and took off his mask directly: "It's not a big deal, just a scratch. It's all been treated. It will be fine after a few days of recovery."
He is fine.
But others...
There is a problem!
Good job.
If Locke hadn't been born with a good sixth sense, or if he hadn't just told Gwen, what would have happened if he hadn't gotten into the car and then this body fell from the sky?
This is murder.
Naked murder.
Locke looked at his horrible new car. Even if it was repaired, he didn't dare to use it. "Have you found out the identity, Mr. Stacy?"
"not yet."
George shook his head and then looked at Locke: "But don't worry, we will do our best to investigate this matter."
There is no way to check the scene.
This is all scum.
How to check?
Up to now, not a single fingerprint of the meat residue has been found.
Locke glanced at the scene and didn't expect to get any news immediately. He nodded: "Okay, in that case, Mr. Stacy, can I go back first?"
George looked at the emergency doctor.
It is better to listen to professionals on this issue.
The emergency doctor said, "It's not a big deal. They didn't experience the shockwave directly. It's just that the images look a little scary, but really, they're just scratches. They'll just need to go home and recuperate for a couple of days."
George looked at Locke and asked, "Do you need me to write you a leave application?"
Locke smiled and said, "There's no need for a leave application, but I might have to trouble Mr. Stacy to send a police officer to take me back. After all, you know..."
Speaking of.
Locke pointed at his Audi R8, which had only been brought out for seven hours and had already completed its mission and was destined to be scrapped!
MMP!
Don't let me know who you are!
"bite!"
"Task generation in progress!"
"Mission: Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor (1/2)"
"Task completion rewards: "Achievement points*1000", "Potential points*1000", "10% off treasure refresh coupon*1""
『Task Description: "This is not about the car!!!"』
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