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Chapter 25: Locke's Car Was Stolen Again

What the hell?

Tomorrow morning's action?

He doesn't mean that!

Hearing Gwen's words, Locke couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Going to court at this time?

If George wants to apply for a search warrant, he could do it during the day.

If he didn't go during the day and chose to go at night, it must be to maintain a certain degree of secrecy.

So here's the problem.

Who or what is important enough for this kind of treatment?

Locke definitely didn't deserve it. After all, he was just a harmless, handsome sixteen-year-old boy.

Furthermore, it's impossible for Locke to have any prohibited items.

Uh...

Alcohol is definitely out of the question.

It's not likely they'd trouble him over underage drinking, especially when Locke himself is his own guardian.

So...

That leaves only one person or organization deserving of this treatment.

The textile factory!

... your mother!

Locke raised his eyebrows. If the NYPD comes by tomorrow, wouldn't they just run into him?

The most important thing is...

Good grief!

If they ruin his plan, George would be crossing a line. Why would he want to jump in and mess things up?

Wrong.

Locke was taken aback.

George wouldn't be there to steal the glory; he'd be there to give it away.

Locke was speechless.

Yesterday, neither the first butcher, Firefox, nor the cross had any ability to fight back against Locke.

But don't think they're truly incompetent.

That's because Locke is exceptional.

Even players who spend money can't beat players who cheat. Regular players can't survive against cheaters. It's always a clean KO.

But is George, or rather, the NYPD, a player?

Certainly not.

Even if the Brotherhood is a mediocre player, the NYPD is a complete novice. They don't even know the game's name, yet they're trying to play it.

The Brotherhood may be weak compared to Locke, but once the NYPD goes against them, they'll be just as weak.

George is doomed!

Locke looked up, unsure what to say.

However, he had a guess why George wanted to search the Brotherhood.

They must have finally identified Firefox.

Three or four deceased were linked to the textile factory. When Firefox took Wesley out, George must have seen the fiery red sports car leaving the factory.

And now?

They can't catch the unparalleled assassin, but the textile factory linked to the deceased is still there. Is the factory clean?

Locke could almost predict that if George went to the textile factory tomorrow, whether or not it would be captured, George would definitely be in trouble.

The most important thing is that while Locke doesn't fear the NYPD, he dislikes unplanned interference.

"Fuck!"

Locke was speechless. "If I knew this, I should've shot George directly yesterday, let him stay in the hospital and avoid tomorrow's trouble."

Although shooting George could cause future trouble, it would be less than the mess tomorrow.

No.

There must be a way.

Locke's eyes flickered as he thought.

George's life wasn't Locke's concern. Life and death are destiny. When Mephisto wants someone, Locke can't stop it.

At least not yet.

Locke knew of Mephisto, but Mephisto didn't know him.

George could die, but not tomorrow.

Locke and Gwen were friends, he'd eaten with Helen twice, and George even asked him to shoot next weekend. Locke kept his promises and expected others to do the same.

Think of a way?

George's search was to save himself. Without results, the mayor and NYPD would hold George accountable.

At this moment, Locke's eyes fell on a key on the table.

The underground garage, the keys to that Audi R8!

Locke raised an eyebrow.

No!

Locke had an idea and his face darkened.

He just got the license plate. Although it's been 24 hours, it hasn't been 72 hours yet. Netizens know the golden 72-hour rule for rescuing hostages, let alone a car.

Moreover, the insurance company has already paid out twice. They can't keep getting claims.

But if George is to abandon tomorrow's textile factory raid, it seems the unparalleled assassin is the only way.

Even...

Considering the unparalleled assassin's design of only killing the guilty, if Locke wants to divert George's attention immediately, it can only be through George.

Locke checked the time on his computer—it was midnight.

The next second, with a shake of his right hand, Locke took out the sunglasses from his inventory and put them on.

It's getting late, time to prepare.

Otherwise...

The opportunity would be lost.

Six o'clock.

As the first ray of morning sun hit New York City, Sheriff George Stacy, resting against a locker at NYPD headquarters, opened his eyes abruptly. "Action!"

"Yes!"

"Clear!"

"Get dressed!"

"Notify the Secret Service."

"Okay, boss."

With George's order, the officers in the lounge woke up, got up, and took body armor from the cabinet.

Dressing was quick.

In almost a minute, amid various sounds, many officers, including George and Kate, were ready.

At this moment, George took out the wanted notice, about to announce the target.

Ring! Ring!

The rapid ringing of the phone broke the tension.

George frowned, displeased, but then realized it was his cell phone.

"Gwen, I'm now..."

Before George finished, Gwen's nervous voice came through.

"Dad, Locke called and said that the car thief stole his car again, and Locke seems to have been discovered. He's been kidnapped!"

"..."

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