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Chapter 29 The Real Big Harvest (Please recommend, please collect!)
Chu Chu Chu!
Chu Chu Chu!
In a certain spacious hall of the textile factory, there is a loom that occupies a huge area. Even though there are corpses everywhere outside, this loom is still working hard.

Destiny Loom!
Brotherhood, the strongest foundation of existence.

But right now?
"boom!"

"Ah, fuck Fuck!"

The door was broken, and Sloan, who was bent over, cursed angrily, crashed straight into the room, without even looking at it, and shot directly at the back with a slamming gun.

"Duang!"

"Ha ha."

Locke dodged to the side, then looked at the bullets that landed on the wall, walked out again, patted the dust that fell on his shoulders when he was dodging just now, and tidied up his hem: "Sloan, as the factory director, How long has it been since I practiced at my professional level, and this marksmanship is not enough."

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 6 people! 』

Locke walked towards the room that Sloan had just fled into with a blank expression.

next second.

Raise the gun and face backwards!
"boom!"

"Boom!"

"puff!"

A killer who had just pulled out a pistol from the ventilation duct was directly hit in the head by a bullet that pierced through the ventilation duct, and lay down in the ventilation duct with a muffled sound.

Locke turned around, swung his right hand, and took out a sweet potato.

turn on.

throw out.

In the spear throwing technique, bullets are not the only things that can turn.

Sweet potatoes are also available.

Ding dong.

The sweet potato fell directly on the corpse in the ventilation duct, and exploded instantly under the eyes of the killers who were trying to climb from the ventilation duct to the roof with tearing eyes!

boom!
The ventilation duct exploded, and the blood rained down with minced meat.

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 1 people! 』

"Ah!"

Locke turned around again and entered the room where the loom of fate was stored.

"boom!"

"..."

Locke stood where he was, with his head turned to the side, looking at the bullets that hit the threshold, and then his eyes fell on Sloan, who was holding a blue special pistol with a lame leg: "Will you , am I giving you a chance?"

Sloan raised his hand and shot.

"boom!"

"what!"

Locke walked over with one hand in his pocket, sunglasses, and a gun in the other. Seeing a big gash in his palm, Sloan, who was about to pick up the gun with his left hand, kicked Sloan aside: "Forget it, I'm in a hurry."

Sloan looked up at Locke.

"why?"

"Ah."

Locke lowered his head and smiled, looked at Sloan: "Guess!"

He will always maintain his identity.

Let Sloan die understand?
Why should I let him die?

These days, there are not a few people who died in the Federation without knowing why. Why can't Sloan do it.

"Ledger!"

"Humph!"

Locke shook his head with a smile, put away the pistol, and shook his right hand. Also last night, the temporarily purchased Gurkha knife appeared with a cold light.

next second!
Locke raised his knife and fell!
"what!"

Sloan screamed and broke out in cold sweat.

Fortunately, both hands were not maimed.

Locke murmured in his heart, grabbed Sloan's left hand, turned around without looking back, walked to the center of the destiny loom, and slapped Sloan's left hand directly.

Ding!
After a crisp sound, the part that seemed to be integrated with the textile machine clicked directly, as if it had touched a switch, and popped out directly.

into the eye.

Inside lay a thick account book and a stack of bank cards quietly.

even……

And two bundles of Franklin.

"A surprise."

Locke directly swept the inside out, opened a black plush bag, looked at the glittering things inside, and then, suddenly, with a huh, he raised his eyebrows and threw the things he grabbed into the bag. in your inventory.

As for the ledger?
Locke flipped through the ledger in his hand, walked back to Sloan, and threw his left hand to Sloan: "Thank you."

Done.

Locke found the page that the Red Devil wanted, tore it, and tore it off.

At this moment, Sloan, who was sweating cold, almost squeezed his words with his teeth. Looking at Locke's movements, he seemed to understand: "It's Raymond..."

"boom!"

"Boom!"

"Remaining enemies on the battlefield: 0! 』

Locke retracted his gun, looked at Sloan with his head held high, and smiled: "You guessed it yourself, I didn't say it, but it can be regarded as letting you die without regret."

At least, from a certain point of view, Sloan knew why he died.

"Hey!"

"I'm still too soft-hearted."

"Ding! 』

"Mission complete (destiny is mine!)"

"Settlement in progress! 』

『Task Rewards: "Achievement Points*39200", "Potential Points*39200"』

"Pre-tasks (rewarded by my fate): "Achievement Points*2000", "Potential Points*2000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1""

『Hidden mission (single-handed attendance): "Achievement Points*5000", "Potential Points*5000", "Treasure Refresh Coupon*1"』

"Current status refresh:"

『Name: Locke Broughton (the only player)』

"Achievement Points: 57500 (can be used to purchase items in the Achievement Mall)"

"Potential points: 59500 (can be used to upgrade own skills)"

"Talent: Tenacity (Level [-]): Your physical fitness and recovery ability will be greatly improved"

"General skills: driving (advanced), English (ninth grade), history (ninth grade), mathematics (ninth grade), chemistry (tenth grade), shooting (intermediate), sniping (advanced)..."

"Extraordinary skill: spear throwing (blue quality) intermediate level: ordinary marksmanship, straight to the point, nothing new, but your marksmanship is flashy and extremely deadly! 』

"Current task: None! 』

"Ness!"

Locke raised his eyebrows, feeling that his whole body was going to be sublimated.

Achievement points and potential points both exceeded [-].

This is something that has never happened in the 16 years he traveled here.

really.

New York is worthy of being my dragon's place!
I like.

Locke glanced at the dead Sloan and turned to leave. However, just as he left the room of the Loom of Destiny, he heard the sound of an alarm bell getting closer and closer from outside.

so fast?

Locke raised his hand and glanced at the time on the watch.

Ok.

Not too fast either.

It's his side that's slow.

Originally, according to Locke's prediction, this battle could be resolved within 45 minutes at most. In that case, the assassination prediction should be able to pass by the New York Police Department.

But he's timed out.

but……

The New York Police Department did arrive a little sooner.

When Locke walked to the window, he glanced at the police cars that had begun to pile up at the gate of the textile factory from the corner of his eye, and raised his eyebrows.

Forget it.

Fortunately, I came prepared.

……

　Happy Tuesday, ask for a recommendation ticket!

　　


(End of this chapter)