the next day.
After waking up, Locke felt refreshed.
After all, one of the troubles caused by destroying the New York Brotherhood has been solved.
As for the remaining S.H.I.E.L.D.?
The same thing.
If he dared to disturb Locke's life, Locke would make him have no life at all.
Same as the previous few days.
Locke drove his R8 past Gwen's house. After Gwen left, they drove towards Midtown High School one after another.
"Yo."
In the school parking lot, Kenm, who hadn't been seen for several days and had gone to Las Vegas to participate in a competition, blinked when he saw Locke. "I heard you changed your car again. Did you buy it yourself?"
Ken was already in Las Vegas when Locke was kidnapped, but he still sent a text message to express his concern.
Locke smiled and said, "Long time no see, Kenm. The insurance company paid for it."
Kenmu was stunned and said, "We haven't terminated your contract yet, insurance company?"
Locke: "…"
very good.
Just based on what you said, you are definitely going to Paris on your destined trip. If you dare not go, I will pack you up and throw you into the plane.
Go to Paris and experience what it means that life is full of suffering.
Locke thought so in his heart, but smiled and said, "Unfortunately, no. Moreover, they said that if my car is borrowed by the killer again, please inform them immediately. They will compensate me as soon as possible and give me a quick channel for quick compensation within three hours."
Kenm opened his mouth and looked at his best friend Gwen: "Is this true?"
Gwen shook her head.
Of course it's true.
In that New York version of Fast and Furious, it was obvious that the biggest winners were the insurance companies and Audi, which reacted before Maserati and Raptor, thanks to their control of hot spots.
Locke made a special inquiry and found that Audi sales in New York City had increased by 50 percent in recent days.
Obviously.
In the eyes of most New Yorkers, as long as the problem doesn't happen to them, they still admire individualism. A killer who is extremely cool wearing sunglasses can also be a superhero in their hearts.
This is nonsense.
In the corridor.
After Gwen opened the cabinet, she looked at the classmate next to her and said curiously, "Liz, what's wrong? You don't look happy?"
Liz is also a ninth grader.
Locke had an impression of him, but he was not familiar with him. After all, Locke had just arrived at Central City High School.
Thanks to Gwen, Locke may not know all of his classmates, but all of his classmates seem to know him.
reason?
After all, Gwen is the school belle, and in their eyes, Locke is the one who stole the school belle away.
But God can testify.
Locke is not dating Gwen. At most, they are more than friends but less than lovers.
Liz, whose appearance could also be called beautiful, rolled her eyes and said, "There's a Canadian exchange student in my family. Didn't you know?"
Gwen nodded: "I know, I saw it yesterday."
Liz sighed: "Wait a minute, you will know why I want to die."
Finished.
Liz closed her locker weakly and turned to leave.
Locke took out the books he had requested this morning from the cabinet and looked at Gwen: "Have you met the exchange student?"
Just now, when he heard Liz talking about the transfer student, he thought Callum was the speed of light.
I went overseas to pick up my daughter and son last night, and arranged for them to start school today.
Gwen nodded: "No, but I went to the instructor's place a few days ago.
The instructor said so. After all, I am a student assistant, so I know about this matter."
Locke nodded.
Gwen's position as a student assistant is also a big plus.
Damn it.
You can obviously go to college with your grades and money, but you still work so hard.
Locke thought for a moment and looked at Gwen: "Tell me, should I join an interest group or something?"
Gwen nodded. "Sure, universities really value these things. What do you like?"
"horse riding."
"…"
Locke watched Gwen wink and made a cowboy hat gesture, "I'm pretty good at riding horses. I won first place in the Texas Junior Cowboy Contest."
And the first place in the Texas Hot Dog Eating King competition.
no way.
Texas is a vast state with a sparse population and very few daily tasks. To complete an assassination mission, one would want to ride a horse all night long. Therefore, Locke can only earn points by participating in various strange competitions that are also considered tasks in this system.
Locke felt that he had tried very hard.
If a truly incompetent person had come here, I guess by the time he arrived in New York, he wouldn't have even had a single skill that reached the intermediate level, let alone the third-level toughness talent.
Gwen was silent for a moment. "There are no cowboys at Midtown High School. However, there is a singing and dancing club. Do you want to join?"
Sing?
Dance?
Locke waved his hand: "Forget it then."
He would rather commit suicide than go on stage to sing and dance.
Gwen thought about it, but couldn't think of any hobbies that matched Locke's. As they walked towards the classroom together, she asked curiously, "What clubs did you join in Texas?"
"Cowboy Club, I'm a very good rider!"
"…Except for cowboys."
"Well..."
Locke thought about it seriously and shook his head. "Gwen, you know, in Texas, if you can ride a horse well, you are a real cowboy. You don't need any other recognition."
Gwen: "…"
He was seriously thinking about expanding his field, perhaps into basketball or some sport involving quarterbacks.
but...
He's the best cowboy on the Texas campus.
No quarterback in Texas is as popular as he, the cowboy.
If Locke was old enough, if he was old enough, he could go to any bar in Texas and the owner would just give him free drinks no matter how much they cost.
Even Lone Star Beer was considering asking him to be its spokesperson.
Unfortunately, the company was not old enough, and Lone Star Beer was afraid of being sued, so the matter was dropped.
"but..."
After Locke sat down in his seat, he looked at Gwen and said, "Lone Star Beer said that if I can still win the No. 1 Cowboy Award when I turn 21, they will sign me to a five-year endorsement contract."
Gwen imagined Locke, wearing spiked pants, a scruffy beard, and a cowboy hat, sitting on a horse and holding a glass of Lone Star beer.
The picture is so beautiful.
Gwen quickly shook her head and looked at Locke seriously: "You should change your hobby. This is New York, not Texas. Besides, based on the current data, the cowboys are already in decline."
This is the truth.
All the outstanding cowboys in Texas went to the military and became snipers.
At this moment, the discussion in the classroom decreased rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and almost in an instant, it became silent.
This is very student-like.
When this happens, it's very simple.
The teacher is here.
…