I'm sorry."
"fine."
In Gwen's room, Gwen looked at Locke who was about to come back to get his bag and then leave. She spread her hands, sighed, and explained, "My father is good in every way, but he's too impulsive and has a strong sense of justice. No matter what kind of case it is, as long as it falls into his hands, he will rush to the front. You have no idea how worried my mother and I are."
Gwen and Helen, I hope they can teach George a lesson this time!
That is, if George had faced other serial killers or other terrorists instead of the Crime Hunter last night, what would have been the fate of a policeman who rushed forward without a bulletproof vest or even any support.
Just go to the New York Police Department's memorial wall and you'll see.
There are many.
This is not Helen and Gwen standing on the side of the sin hunter, but speaking with facts.
Locke smiled, took the casual suit jacket hanging on Gwen's coat rack and put it on: "Because of police officers like Mr. Stacy, we can enjoy a safe life, right? Mr. Stacy is a man worthy of admiration."
but...
Although they admired him, Locke felt that it was unlikely that Gwen and Helen would try to make George change his character through this incident.
There are thousands of successful people of all kinds. They may have different personalities, but they all have one common quality.
persist in!
For example, Locke.
In his assassination career, Locke also ensured the success rate of every assassination. He never ran away or missed an order from any of the orders he took.
So does George.
All the cases handed over to George ended up being closed.
Let me put it this way.
It would be unlikely for an old sheriff who has been in New York for more than ten years not to have a few unsolved cases on his hands.
But George is different, all his cases are closed, there are no unsolved cases.
From this point of view, George was actually not wrong when he looked at Locke and said, "I know we are the same kind of people."
He and George are indeed the same kind of people, but they chose different paths.
"That's right."
Gwen watched as he put on his coat and handed Locke his backpack over. "What are your plans for tomorrow?"
Locke said, "Go to the vehicle management office."
The personalized license plate he applied for was approved. In fact, it was approved on the day he bought the car. But, who knew that the car was scrapped before he went to the municipal government?
And twice.
Tomorrow is Sunday, so there shouldn't be any big problems.
Locke has confidence.
Gwen's eyes lit up: "That's great, let's go together."
Locke looked at Gwen.
Gwen smiled and said, "My driver's license is also ready. I was planning to ask my dad to take it home, but..."
I guess George won't have time to go.
Locke nodded: "Okay, then you plan to give it to me tomorrow and I will pick you up."
As classmates, we should help each other.
not to mention.
Locke also ate at Helen's table twice.
but...
Just as Locke was about to go out, George, who must have just lain down not long ago, also walked down the stairs and looked at Locke: "Are you going back?"
I want to stay overnight, is that okay with you?
Locke nodded: "Yes, Mr. Stacy, you are..."
George put on his coat and said, "The bureau report is out. It's perfect. You can give me a ride and have a drink. Do you mind?"
Locke shrugged: "Of course not."
Then Locke said good night to Gwen and Helen, and then went out with George.
The silver Audi R8 was driving at 60 miles per hour and refused to receive any speeding tickets.
Locke was driving, and George seemed to be talking on the phone with someone from the bureau in the passenger seat.
Firefox's identity has been discovered?
So fast.
At this time, shouldn't the textile factories be busy cleaning up their messes and rejecting all the eyes that fall on them?
Locke thought so in his heart.
"Locke."
After George hung up the phone, he looked at the scenery outside the window and said casually, "Do you like playing with guns?"
Locke glanced at George and said, "Of course I like it. Guns, all men should like them."
George nodded: "Have you played it?"
Locke said, "I played it while hunting in Texas."
George smiled and said, "Next weekend, shall we go to the shooting range?"
Locke looked at George: "Really? That's great. Thank you, Mr. Stacy."
The words fell.
The New York Police Department also arrived.
"Then it's settled."
After George got out of the car, he said to Locke before closing the door: "You and I, don't tell Gwen and Helen. This is an agreement between men."
Locke nodded: "I will keep my promise."
After a while.
Locke got back on the road.
Did George find anything?
Locke raised his right hand and took a look. It was very smooth, very much in line with the hand of a sixteen-year-old boy, not the calloused right hand of someone who was proficient in the art of "gun-flinging".
His shooting was all added directly.
A true sharpshooter needs a lot of bullets to feed.
But Locke doesn't need...
Deep blue...
Pooh!
Upgrade and get it done.
Trying to judge Locke's occupation based on his physical features is completely nonsense.
So what was George doing asking him to go to the shooting range?
Locke thought of a possibility, then couldn't help but smile and shook his head.
the next day.
After Locke received Gwen's call, he drove Gwen to the DMV in New York.
After a while.
After Gwen got her driver's license, Locke also got his own license plate number from the staff.
Locke grabbed the tools, squatted in front of his vehicle, and fixed the license plate on the Audi R8, which he had worked so hard to obtain.
License plate number.
LKNB!
Gwen looked at it for a long time, still a little confused: "Is this an abbreviation of some word?"
Locke nodded: "Of course."
Gwen blinked and quickly flipped through her vocabulary, trying to find what word these four letters stood for.
but...
Nothing was found.
Locke looked at Gwen's expression and smiled.
LKNB!
Locke cheats!
Straight to the point, clear at a glance.
Gwen thought for a while, put the idea aside for the time being, and congratulated Locke, "Congratulations, it's finally registered. This time, it shouldn't become a scrapped car. After all, it has survived for more than 24 hours now."
Less than ten hours later, a body fell from the sky and hit the first car, instantly destroying it!
The second car, which seemed to be less than eight hours old, fell to the ground and exploded in a hail of bullets, and was scrapped instantly.
This is the third car.
And I finally managed to hold on for twenty-four hours.
Locke glanced at the time on his watch and breathed a sigh of relief: "Yeah, it wasn't easy, but I finally made it through the golden 24 hours."
Gwen covered her mouth and tried to laugh: "Then you must cherish it."
Locke nodded: "I will."
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