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Chapter 10: Come to Los Angeles with Preparation

When Locke came to New York from Texas, he had already studied the environment around New York using satellite maps.

He had a series of plans prepared.

And now, one of these plans was coming into play.

**Straight hook fishing!**

In the suburbs of New York, after crossing the bridge, Locke entered the countryside of New Jersey across the Manhattan River.

After half an hour, Locke parked his vehicle in the parking lot of a large warehouse supermarket and then called a taxi.

"New Jersey Waterworks!"

"OK."

The driver quickly took Locke on the road.

The New Jersey Water Plant was in the suburbs. However, this water plant had been abandoned. Basically, except for young people who liked to explore, no one usually went there.

Soon, Locke paid the fare and got out of the car.

The taxi turned around and left in a hurry.

Locke watched the taxi leave, a slight smile playing on his lips.

Really...

I'm just a cute sixteen-year-old boy. Could I have any bad intentions?

Locke lowered his head, smiling, and turned to walk directly into the waterworks.

Five minutes later, the taxi returned.

"Crack."

A middle-aged bald killer sitting in the car, also known as the Butcher, holstered his pistol and looked at the taxi driver. "You sure you saw him go in?"

The taxi driver nodded. "Don't worry, he was in the car just now, and his mobile phone has been hacked. It's been positioned; he's inside."

The Butcher, who had just finished training Wesley and had nothing to do, blinked. "How could a sixteen-year-old high school student who just transferred come here?"

The taxi driver shook his head.

He was just the bottom tier of the fraternity, basically a killer trainee.

The kind of low-level intern who couldn't even throw a gun with decent marksmanship.

In the fraternity, those qualified to perform missions were all skilled at throwing bullets.

But he had been studying for two years and still couldn't do it.

After all...

He was not Wesley, and he didn't have the qualification to make the boss of the textile factory invest a lot of time and energy to speed up his training. A killer like him was usually just a part-time intelligence collector when there was nothing else to do.

A cruel smile appeared on the Butcher's fat face. "Okay, wait for me here."

The killer intern nodded. "Okay."

Getting out of the car, the Butcher looked around to confirm no one was there and walked directly toward the water plant.

In his opinion, it was probably another idiot who liked to play adventure games in deserted places.

Just as well.

It also saved the trouble of disposing of the body after killing.

Entering the waterworks, the Butcher's footsteps began to slow down as he stared at the mobile phone in his hand, which showed a small red dot—the location of Locke's phone.

Only...

When the Butcher saw the phone placed on top of an abandoned iron bucket not far away, he was slightly stunned.

"What?"

The Butcher walked over, and the phone screen just lit up, showing a message: "It's been a long wait."

What's going on?

The Butcher's eyes narrowed, and he turned around.

A little cold light came first.

Then...

"Boom!"

Locke jumped directly from the iron frame above. In mid-air, his right foot lashed out like a raptor exploring a cave. With a bang, he kicked the pistol out of the Butcher's hand.

The "Spear Throwing Technique" of the textile factory focused on the gun.

Locke knew very well that if he had just shot it out with the killer from the textile factory, he would have lost in the end.

He couldn't make bullets curve.

Not now!

"Bang bang!"

The Butcher had already raised his vigilance the moment he turned around. Although Locke had kicked away the pistol, the Butcher's melee skills were still very good.

He was strong and powerful.

One power move could counter ten techniques, and that described the Butcher perfectly.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The Butcher moved his neck, thinking clunky, looking at Locke in front of him, and grinned. "Interesting. I thought you were just an ordinary high school student, but I didn't expect this."

Locke also smiled. "I didn't expect the Brotherhood would be after me so soon after I arrived in New York. I must be quite important."

"Really?"

The Butcher smiled cruelly, charging forward like a tank. "I'll make sure you know your place."

Die!

"Boom!"

"What?"

The Butcher quickly dodged to the side, instantly dropping to the ground and kicking up dust like a fat pig.

But...

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Locke's "Silver Dancer" was in his hand again, firing round after round, the flames bursting from the muzzle sweeping over the Butcher, whose flexibility obviously didn't match his size.

Only an idiot would engage in melee combat with you.

Locke was quite poor now. When he came to New York, he brought only so many sets of clothes. What if they got dirty?

"Boom!"

"Ugh!"

The Butcher roared in pain, rolling over and hiding behind an iron bucket, his injured leg propped up by a shot. Then, a butcher's knife flashing with cold light was thrown out directly.

Bang!

The butcher's knife fell to the ground, sticking in three inches.

The next second...

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Locke's eyes narrowed as he saw a bright yellow bullet whiz past him, grazing his body, and slamming into the distance.

"Kid."

The Butcher said loudly, "You wouldn't think I only have one..."

"Boom!"

"Uh!"

The Butcher's eyes widened in shock, looking down at a gun muzzle that appeared on his chest.

How...

Possible!

Locke walked up to the Butcher, his face blank, watching as the Butcher's eyes began to glaze over. "You wouldn't think I'd just go straight."

Butcher: "..."

"Intermediate rubbing card: The game store sells for 5W achievement points. Using the treasure refresh coupon has a chance to get a 10% discount. After successful use, the skills used by NPCs will be immediately copied, and the skill level will be converted according to the target's level."

"Copying successful!"

"Spear Swing: Blue quality, intermediate, ordinary marksmanship, straight and direct, nothing fancy, but your marksmanship is flashy and extremely deadly!"

Although Locke's ideal target was the cross...

But...

Locke checked last night and found out that the cross had defected and Wesley had entered the factory.

For now?

Intermediate is not bad!

"You..."

The Butcher was obviously having trouble breathing, staring wide-eyed, wanting to ask Locke how he could also throw bullets. But maybe considering it was too long to say, it became: "Who are you...!"

Locke squatted down in front of the Butcher, staring into his fading eyes, his smile widening. "You want to know, I won't tell you."

With that, Locke lifted his gun.

Boom!