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Under Daisy Greenberg’s slightly curious gaze, Locke walked into the bathroom naked, and when he came out, he was already wearing a night outfit.

This made the woman’s eyes even more curious, because she had just used the small bathroom, and there was no such clothes in it.

Locke walked to the bed and kissed Miss Greenberg on the forehead, “If Henry comes to find me, just say I fell asleep! We haven’t seen each other for several days, it’s normal for me to fall asleep…”

Daisy Greenberg looked unusually calm and asked, “Do you need Juliet to help you?”

After visiting Hubble Manor in the afternoon, Solomon drove the Sikorsky S76 to send Joanna Dean and Skye Spears back to Los Angeles, leaving only Juliet at Locke Farm.

“I’ll come back when I get back!”

Locke smiled confidently, pinched Miss Greenberg’s chest playfully, then opened the window and jumped directly from the second floor.

As soon as he landed, Locke’s stealth skill was activated and disappeared into the shadows.

Daisy Greenberg stood up and walked to the window, looking at the farm with mottled light and shadow, her expression was quiet.

She stood by the window for a while, but did not see Locke’s figure. She reached out to close the window, but thought of something, retracted her hand, and turned back to the bed.

“Interesting!”

A smile appeared on Daisy Greenberg’s lips, and she slowly closed her eyes.

Locke sneaked all the way to the highest grass slope on the farm, and he took out a non-powered delta wing from the space.

The delta wing was pitch black. This was one of the equipment he added after the space was increased to 125 square meters. The side length of 5 meters was just enough to fit the delta wing.

One minute later, Locke assembled the delta wing. He hung the hook, set up the delta wing and ran down the slope. With his strength and speed, he only ran for more than 20 meters before the delta wing flew off the ground.

Although Locke had only practiced once, with his current physical fitness, he was already familiar with controlling the delta wing.

After a circle, the delta wing climbed to a height of 100 meters. He circled over the farm, identified the direction, and flew towards the Brown Farm.

Not long after flying, a heroic bald eagle flew over and flew in front to lead the way.

…

It was late at night and the farm was peaceful and tranquil.

The Brown family’s villa stood on a grassy slope on the farm, but it was very close to the farm.

The villa was modern in style, with an area of ​​at least thousands of square meters. It was very magnificent and was the largest building on the Brown Farm.

At this moment, except for a loft on the top floor, the villa was still dark.

In the room, Tim Reynolds was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs, with thick and sexy hair on his body. In front of him was a glass of tequila and a hand-rolled cigarette in his hand.

There were leftover steaks, leaves, cigarette rolling tools and a small bag of flour on the table.

In the smoke, his expression was a little uncertain.

John Brown walked out of the bathroom barefoot. He was wearing a white nightgown, his face was a little ruddy, and his eyes were a little excited.

He took the tequila in front of Tim Reynolds and drank it all, then took the leaf cigarette from his hand, took a puff, and asked, “Are we going to start?”

Tim Reynolds looked at his partner lovingly, shook his head and said, “It shouldn’t be that fast. Usually this kind of attack happens in the early morning…”

John Brown took another puff and returned the leaf cigarette to Tim Reynolds. He poured himself a glass of wine and added some to Tim Reynolds’ glass. “I wonder if Ronald can make it this time?”

Tim Reynolds replied, “Kent Daley said that this time he hired the elite of Blackwater through the relationship of the Ropesi family. This mercenary usually performs high-difficulty operations in the Middle East. This time they just returned to the United States to rest. Most of the members of this mercenary are veterans from the Delta Force. He paid 3 million US dollars for this…”

“WOW, Marine Corps VS Army Delta, I wonder who will win in the end?”

John Brown sat on the sofa with his legs spread out, his robe was empty, he held a tequila, and said excitedly: “Where are they going?”

Tim Reynolds took a puff of cigarette and shook his head again: “I don’t know, they entered a silent state five hours ago, and I don’t know where they are now?”

John Brown asked again: “Will Ronald die?”

Tim Reynolds handed the leaf to John Brown and said in a deep voice: “We have done what we should do, and we have told Kent Daly the information about Horton Farm. If Ronald doesn’t die tonight, then you sell the farm and go to Australia with me!”

John Brown took a puff of cigarette and nodded: “I will!” He asked again: “What if Ronald dies?” Tim Reynolds picked up the tequila and said coldly: “If Ronald dies, I will buy back the farm from Grace Liz, and then our next enemy will be Jester Locke!” John Brown hesitated and said: “Didn’t you always worry about the Jewish in-law of the Locke family?” Tim Reynolds took a sip of tequila, “John, we have been waiting for 30 years. Joe Hubble died, and the chairman of the Livestock Association was taken by Chester Horton. After a lot of effort, Chester was killed by Susan Hubble, that bitch, and it was Jester Locke’s turn…” “Fuck, who would have thought that Jonathan, that bastard, would actually install a bug in his study?” “If there was no recording, the position of chairman of the Livestock Association would never have been taken by Jester Locke, an outsider! ”

John Brown suddenly said: “Tim, according to your previous speculation, if Jonathan was killed by Locke Lee, then we have to guard against him!”

“Don’t worry, Locke Farm doesn’t need us to do anything!”

Tim Reynolds shook the wine glass in his hand, “I went to Mexico recently and contacted the Navarro organization. Once we take the position of chairman of the Livestock Association, we can cooperate with the Navarro organization to plant leaves in Lebec…”

“Leaf planting will bring tens of millions of US dollars to Lebec. I have told them the truth that the Navarro organization suffered heavy losses in Lebec last time…”

“Next, Locke Farm will face the revenge of the Navarro organization!”

“No one will think of us, just like the attack on Horton Manor this time, it has nothing to do with us!”

“Once Jester Locke dies, we will be the only candidate for the chairman of the Livestock Association!”

John Brown frowned and said, “What about Grace Liz?”

Tim Reynolds smiled and said, “Don’t worry, Grace has always been a smart woman! “… Outside the door, Locke stood in the shadow of a corner, heard the conversation in the room clearly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. The reason why he did not go to Horton Farm was because he found that the mercenary convoy from San Francisco stopped in the forest near Fraser Park to rest and would not attack Horton Manor in a short time. So he wanted to come here to deal with Tim Reynolds and John Brown first, and tonight was the best time to deal with these two old guys. Although these two old guys did not target Locke Farm this time, they are always hidden dangers. If these two old bastards are not dead, he will be unable to sleep and eat, and he doesn’t care about Lebeck’s safety! But he didn’t expect to hear such words. Damn it!