Marvel: The Super Player

Not only did I strike you, but you also have to offer a humble apology and say you are sorry.

Otherwise?

Just wait for another layer of your dignity to be violently ripped away by me.

Although Great Britain's face was destined to fall heavily this time, there was still a technique to how it would fall. At the very least, Great Britain would much rather lose face to the Peerless Assassin than lose face to Locke.

For no other reason than bully the weak and fear the strong!

Therefore...

It was a bit of a pity. When Great Britain actually humbles itself to apologize, if they were allowed to know that he was the Peerless Assassin, what would their expressions look like?

Locke thought to himself, feeling slightly tempted, but he did not act on it.

He was not stupid.

The identity of the Peerless Assassin could be exposed, it did not matter, but if it could be delayed, Locke still preferred to keep it hidden for longer.

Locke looked toward Attorney Laun and spoke. "When? Tomorrow?"

Attorney Laun checked his wristwatch. "The faster the better!"

Right now, London was still in a state of total lockdown, claiming to the outside world that the Peerless Assassin could not escape.

If they released their press conference at this exact moment, and even stated their intent to file for astronomical civil damages against MI5 and MI6, the effect would not just be one plus one.

This was another massive piece of news.

"Tom!"

"I'm here."

"Are you still in touch with that international news reporter?"

"Uh... we'll be together this weekend."

"Excellent, call her right now. I have a fantastic, world class piece of news for her. If I don't see her within half an hour, then we pass on them for this news, understand?"

"...Okay."

"Annie!"

"Laun?"

"Go wait for me at the Upper East Side court right now. Wait for my word before you submit our trial application."

"Alright, who are we up against?"

"It's a secret."

"..."

Attorney Laun stood up directly, threw open his office door, and quickly looked at everyone outside, assigning tasks that were urgent yet seemed to provide ample time.

Locke and Gwen sat on the sofa, not interrupting Attorney Laun's work.

Professional people do professional things.

Locke believed that Attorney Laun knew better than anyone else how to squeeze the greatest possible benefit out of MI5 and MI6 for him.

Gwen, however, looked somewhat worried.

Hearing her sigh, Locke looked at Gwen with a hint of confusion.

Gwen shook her head. "MI6 is not something to be trifled with. Aren't you afraid they will target you?"

Locke smiled. "Precisely because I know they've targeted me, that's why I have to do this."

If you do not beat a dog until it hurts, it will never know who its true master is.

Gwen shook her head. "M from MI6 has died after resuscitation efforts failed."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

Shouldn't that M have passed away on the spot?

Why did she even need resuscitation?

Oh, after all, she was M. Even if her head was completely shattered, if they didn't drag her to the hospital to try, how would they know it was impossible? The doctors couldn't just stand up and tell the MI6 agents, "She's gone, cremate her."

If those words were spoken, someone on the scene might have suffered a sudden death out of sheer shock.

"But..." Gwen raised her head, looking at Locke. The worry on her face vanished as she gripped Locke's right hand and said with a smile.

"We don't look for trouble, but we aren't afraid of trouble either. We'll beat them until it hurts so they won't dare trouble us again."

Locke paused slightly, looking at Gwen.

Although he did not understand why Gwen's mentality had suddenly shifted like this, it was a good thing.

Locke hugged Gwen and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I never fight a battle I'm not prepared for."

Gwen breathed out softly as she replied, "I know, I believe in you."

The first time, Locke sued the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Department of Homeland Security, sweeping through them with crushing force, forcing the FBI into an out of court settlement and the DHS into paying a massive sum of compensation.

The second time, Locke sued that Nina Bell, and everyone knew how that story turned out.

Now it was the third time.

The past serves as a guide for the future.

Gwen trusted Locke. Furthermore, Christmas was just around the corner. If this matter wasn't settled, Gwen felt they wouldn't even have a peaceful New Year.

Besides, thirty million went out all at once today.

How much money did Locke even have in total?

If he threw out another thirty million, he would have to go sleep on a makeshift bed under a overpass.

Gwen, who managed Locke's tax records and could deduce his daily expenses through his various filings, felt that if they could open up a new source of income this time, it would be for the best. After all, she and Locke did not have a prenuptial agreement.

Gwen also trusted Locke, as he had never failed her trust. Therefore, helping Locke make money was equivalent to helping herself make money.

Very quickly, the reporter arrived. She served as the face for the TNT Law Firm and was Tom's weekend girlfriend, working as a reporter for an international news publication with her own column.

Even so, when she heard what kind of news Attorney Laun had for her, she still looked somewhat incredulous.

"Are you joking, Mr. Laun?"

The long legged reporter, who was a quarter Cuban, spoke, and then looked at Locke in shock. "Mr. Broughton, may I ask how you paid the thirty million dollar reward to the Peerless Assassin? And how can you be certain that the Peerless Assassin gave you the answers you wanted?"

Locke shrugged. "Three bearer war bonds worth thirty million US dollars. I asked Attorney Laun to secure them for me after I posted the bounty."

The beautiful reporter nodded. "Then the evidence..."

Locke smiled.

The next second, Locke offered a slight smile, then exchanged a look with Gwen beside him. He held Gwen's right hand, took a deep breath, looked back at the beautiful reporter, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Are you ready to hear a secret that I myself have only just learned?"

Following that, Locke narrated a story about a legendary female spy filled with wonder and magic from the Berlin Wall era.

Yes, he exposed the history himself.

Since Lorraine Broughton was already dead and had absolutely nothing to do with him, then everyone else should know this fact. What it means for a person's death to extinguish their flame like a lamp.

Even though I am her son, I have no interest in cleaning up her mess. Don't fucking come to provoke me.

However...

This time, he definitely could not phrase it that way to the public.

By evening.

"I'm back."

"I'm here too."

George, who was in the living room, heard Gwen's voice and a smile appeared on his face. But upon hearing Locke's voice, his expression instantly turned cold. He then looked at Gwen curiously.

"Gwen, I went to your school this afternoon. Why weren't you there?"

Gwen changed her shoes, ran over to the kitchen to take a look, and responded to George's question. "I was doing an interview with Locke."

"An interview?"

"Yeah."

Locke looked at George, who had turned his gaze over, and smiled. "Just a small interview, to let the whole world know that my bounty has been fulfilled and no one else needs to take it."

"Taking it down is for the best, there's no need to..." George suddenly raised his head, staring at Locke. "What did you just say? Your bounty has been fulfilled?"

Locke gave an affirmative grunt.

Gwen walked over from the kitchen at this moment. "That's right, Dad. Talk about the speed of the Peerless Assassin; accepting the order on the first day, working on the second day, and completing the order early on the third morning. What speed."

This speed was almost comparable to a ballistic missile delivery.

George, however, looked dead serious. "When, where, and what did he give you?"

"This morning, in the garage, files." Locke not only answered fluently, but had even learned to anticipate the questions, looking at George as he said, "I've already left the files with Attorney Laun."

"A lawyer?"

"Yeah." Locke smiled, looking at George. "I plan to sue MI5 and MI6!"

George was stunned.

Helen, who was almost due to go to the hospital for delivery next month, was also frozen in shock.

After a long while, George snapped back to reality. "Wait a minute, suing MI5 and MI6? Where are you going to file the lawsuit?"

"New York."

"Then you..."

"Long arm jurisdiction, George. Furthermore, I don't just have evidence that MI5 and MI6 are suspected of attempting to kidnap me several times, I even have relevant evidence that MI5 and MI6 established the ICA and attempted to kill my mother."

"What?"

"Dad," Gwen also walked over from the side, standing next to Locke as she looked at George, "it's all because of MI5 and MI6 that Locke was left without his family."

With a single sentence, Gwen made her stance perfectly clear.

Locke opened his mouth but said nothing. He actually preferred the version where he chose to be alone.

After all, staying with those foster families and having to get up quietly in the middle of the night to wash dishes and do housework was too exhausting, and it was easy to be viewed as a lunatic.

George opened his mouth. Was this a matter that could be settled simply by saying you would sue? It wasn't.

Right at that moment, George...

No, the phones of several people in the room rang simultaneously.

Locke and Gwen exchanged a look, pulled out their phones, and smiled as they looked at the rapidly scrolling messages in their friends' group chat and the school group chat.

Alright, the program had already aired.

George also seemed to see some information. He grabbed the remote control, turned on the television, and with a few swift presses, switched to the channel of that Cuban beauty reporter.

The screen showed an interview setting.

Locke sat on the sofa, continuing to narrate the story of a person named Lorraine Broughton, while Gwen accompanied him from the side with a face full of affection.

The story was told smoothly and was highly captivating. Even those who had missed the very beginning could not help but be drawn in under Locke's temporary tenth rank speech ability.

Subsequently, the image of a beautiful spy with white hair, a black overcoat, and tall boots, navigating between three intelligence agencies, was instantly sketched out.

Cold!

Gorgous!

Sharp!

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