"kitchen!"
"Safety."
"Second floor!"
"Safety."
"study!"
"Safety."
As a team of SHIELD agents filed in, the upper and lower floors of the apartment were surrounded almost in a short time.
result.
Empty.
but……
In the guest room.
Natasha, the black widow wearing a tight-fitting black combat uniform, walked into the guest room and saw obvious bullet holes in the wall facing the door.
But there is no bullet in this bullet hole.
"Director."
"How about it."
"Not here."
Natasha took out her phone and contacted Nick Fury who was in the combat center. She stood in the guest room and looked around: "The team members have gone down to retrieve the apartment surveillance, but if I am not mistaken, No. 83 The agents did come here, but nothing was found here.”
Nick Fury was also in the command center checking the surveillance on the streets near Fifth Avenue.
Nothing was found.
The surveillance was compromised.
soon.
An agent found Natasha: "Sir, the surveillance system in the apartment was invaded by an external signal yesterday. All the surveillance systems were modified. We found the source of the external signal."
"where?"
"Brooklyn..."
"..."
Natasha frowned as she listened to the agent's reply. This clue was of no use because this address was Agent No. 83, the home in Leeds where Megan Vasey was pretending to be a Canadian exchange student. .
The surveillance was hacked and modified by Agent No. 83.
Natasha raised her head and looked at one of the agents who had been monitoring Locke's apartment 24 hours a day these days: "You are the agent responsible for monitoring here. Didn't you hear any movement last night?"
The agent shook his head: "Sir, Rock Broughton didn't come back at all yesterday, and he didn't even turn on the lights. Naturally, there was no sound from the monitoring equipment, which is normal."
We didn't know that an agent sneaked in quietly yesterday.
No one told us.
Although we listening agents are naturally shorter than operational agents, we can't just put a shit basin over our heads if something goes wrong.
"etc."
Natasha frowned and looked at the monitoring agent: "What are you talking about? Broughton didn't come back yesterday?"
The monitoring agent hummed, looked at Natasha and said, "Yes, we also have two people tracking the target. After the target left school yesterday, he followed a classmate named Gwen Stacey home, and... The mobile phone signal has always been positioned there, so you said he had someone at home last night, but how do we know that the lights were not turned on, he didn’t go home, and there was no sound, isn’t that normal?”
He is the leader of the monitoring team this time.
One sentence.
They don't take the blame because your operations department didn't communicate with us in advance. Now that something happens to your people, what does it have to do with us?
Natasha had no intention of hearing clearly the spy's blame-blaming, and asked directly: "Where is he now?"
The surveillance agent looked at his watch and then put it down: "Today is Saturday, there is no need to go to school, and the target is still at Gwen Stacy's house..."
The words have not yet fallen.
Natasha had already left the house in a hurry.
Nothing else.
Nick Fury in the command center spoke.
Let Natasha and Coulson bring back Rock Broughton.
Agent No. 83, he wants to see people alive, and he wants to see corpses even when he dies.
No one can disappear into thin air without leaving any traces.
but……
Nick Fury's wish is obviously going to come true.
It is true that no one can make a living person disappear without a trace from the earth without leaving any trace. After all, even burial requires space.
But Locke is cheating.
Agent No. 83 was lying quietly in the grid of Locke's inventory.
no way.
Locke originally planned to change his clone and quietly run to the Manhattan River to throw it away at night, but he couldn't get home last night, so it was delayed.
fine.
The time in the inventory is frozen, so you don't have to worry about it smelling, rotting, or even turning into a giant if you keep it for a long time.
Locke woke up feeling refreshed.
After washing up, when she came to the living room from the second floor, Gwen's mother, Helen, had already prepared breakfast.
Bacon sandwich with warm cocoa.
"Good morning, Helen, George."
Locke greeted Helen and George. He originally called Mrs. Stacey and Mr. Stacey, but three times in a row, they both told Locke not to be so serious, so Locke also changed his name.
As for the two boys who also got up, Locke ignored them.
It’s the background anyway.
"Where's Gwen?"
Locke pulled up the chair and sat down: "I think Gwen's room has been opened."
Helen handed a plate of bacon sandwiches to Locke and pointed upstairs: "He's skipping rope up there. Don't worry about him. Do you want hot cocoa or coffee?"
"Wave……"
Locke looked at George, who was sitting across from him and looked up at him. When the words came to his lips, he changed his words in time: "Is there any bourbon-flavored coffee?"
George laughed: "Where does the bourbon in your home come from?"
Locke took the coffee handed over by Helen, said thank you, and then looked at George: "I assure you, I only have one ID. The age on the driver's license is clearly sixteen, and I did not use a fake ID."
Businesses that provide alcohol to people under the age of 21 will be severely punished.
As a person who drinks in public under the age of 21, not only will he be taken to the police station to record his fingerprints, but this punishment will also be recorded in his personal file.
Of course.
Locke also knew that George knew that he was drinking. After all, George had been to the Star Building.
but.
I didn't use false evidence. This was Locke's answer to George and what George really wanted to ask.
Last month, President Bush's two daughters, Jena and Barbara, were arrested by the police because they were not of the drinking age, used other people's ID cards to buy alcohol and drank in public, and the district attorney quickly filed a complaint. accused.
If Locke was discovered, he would not be able to avoid going to court.
After hearing what Locke said, George said nothing more. He just picked up his coffee and smiled, "Thunder brand, good taste."
Thunder brand bourbon has always been the best bourbon produced by the distillery called Thunder in Kentucky, the hometown of bourbon.
A bottle is quite expensive.
One Franklin and one bottle.
Put it this way.
George is now a police inspector, but his annual salary is only $70,000. Well, the money Locke earns by spending two or three hours at night is almost George's annual salary, and far more.
Locke smiled and said: "When I am twenty-one years old, if you want to drink, I will give you a few bottles."
George laughed.
at this time.
Ding dong!
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