"dad."
When the doorbell almost rang, Gwen, who had been doing morning exercises on the roof, wearing a sportswear with a few drops of sweat on her forehead, also came down from the attic leading to the roof: "There are several black sports cars downstairs. car."
George, who stood up to open the door, frowned.
Locke also raised his eyebrows inadvertently.
Federal law enforcement agencies, such as the CIA or the FBI, all like to travel in large numbers, and they also have a special liking for black sports cars.
So fast?
Locke thought in his mind.
George over there also walked to the door and opened it.
Enter the eyes.
George looked at the man and woman standing at the door and frowned: "You are..."
Phil Coulson, who had a kind and honest face, took out his federal ID: "Inspector Stacey, we are from the FBI."
George said: "I am not under the control of the FBI. Are you looking for the wrong person?"
Natasha, who had her fiery red hair tied next to her, said: "We are not here to find you, Inspector Stacey, we are here to find Rock Broughton. He should be here with you."
Gwen, who was standing behind George, heard this and looked at Locke.
Looking for Locke?
FBI?
After hearing this, Locke stood up, walked to the door, frowned, and looked at the two acquaintances at the door, Phil Coulson and Natasha Romanoff: "I am Locke. "
Just as he thought.
They didn't come in the name of SHIELD, but they came in the name of the FBI.
Can.
It's fine if it's from the FBI, but I'm afraid you just come here under the title of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Coulson looked at Locke who appeared and seemed to confirm again: "Locke Broughton?"
Locke hummed: "Yes, it's me."
Coulson showed a smile: "Mr. Broughton, there is a disappearance case, and we would like to ask you to go back and assist us in the investigation."
"Missing?"
"What's missing?"
This time, even Gwen's mother Helen came to the door. After hearing this, she asked worriedly: "How old are you? Where did it happen?"
Coulson smiled: "Federal investigation, sorry."
"..."
Isn't it great to have a federal investigation? My husband is still a police inspector in the New York Police Department.
Helen looked directly at George.
What please.
It was clear that he planned to take the person back and then beat him into submission.
That’s how it’s done in TV series.
This is not okay. Tonight is the prom at Midtown High School. Gwen has been looking forward to tonight since Locke invited her.
George accepted his wife's look, nodded without leaving any trace, and looked at Colson at the door: "The federal case is under investigation. That is a federal case, so where did this case occur?"
"Star Building."
"...?"
"What?"
"Last night, one of our agents disappeared from Apartment 2801, Star Building, where Mr. Locke Broughton lives."
"Gosh."
Gwen, who was standing next to Locke, couldn't help but cover her mouth, and then looked at Locke: "Fortunately, you didn't go back yesterday."
Colson's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
He didn't go back. Is that the point?
Their agent is missing, and that's the whole point.
Coulson said directly: "Locke Broughton, please cooperate with us, please."
Locke didn't make any move and nodded. Just when he was about to agree, George made a move.
"Wait a minute."
George directly stretched out his hand to stop Locke, who was about to go out to follow Colson. He looked at Colson at the door: "The Star Building belongs to New York City, not the Federation."
Coulson frowned.
George turned his head directly. He was about to ask Helen to bring him his phone, but when he turned his head, he saw Gwen handing his phone to him with a sigh.
Gwen had a hint of nervousness on her face: "Dad, we are going to the dance tonight."
George twitched the corner of his mouth and dialed the New York Police Department directly.
soon.
George put down the phone and looked at Colson at the door, ignoring the dozen agents behind Colson: "The Star Building is under the jurisdiction of my New York Police Department. The case that happened in the Star Building was given to you by the New York Police Department. It belongs to your FBI. If we don’t give it to you, you can’t rob it in New York. This case belongs to me.”
Colson: "..."
Natasha: "..."
Sometimes, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a large number of people to be useful.
The rules on the surface are the most important.
In New York City, if any case occurs, the New York Police Department is the largest. Otherwise, why would the New York Police Department be called the first federal police department?
The FBI must abide by this rule when they come to New York City.
This is even more true for the CIA. If the CIA is unwilling, the New York Police Department can completely reasonably and legally seize the CIA's stronghold in New York City.
Because on the surface, the CIA is external and is not allowed to carry out any operations within the federal territory.
As for the FBI?
Although the FBI mainly targets domestic cases, it also targets interstate criminal cases. Before there is evidence to prove that this is an interstate crime case, if the New York Police Department does not want to give the case, the FBI will not be able to take it away.
obviously.
Coulson and Natasha were probably in the habit of using false evidence from the FBI, and had forgotten that this was New York City, not another city within the federal territory.
Almost as soon as George finished saying this.
A whine came over, not more than a minute after George had just finished making the call.
George was a police inspector after all.
Moreover, this is still Manhattan, and it is Manhattan, and it is a police inspector. The fastest police dispatch speed is within one minute, which is normal. If it exceeds one minute, it is considered late.
"Sir!"
"Sir!"
"Um."
George took out his clothes and turned to look at his wife and daughter: "I'll take Locke back to the police station first."
Gwen's expression changed: "Dad."
George interrupted: "Don't worry, as long as Locke has nothing to do with this so-called disappearance case, he won't delay your party, don't worry."
Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Locke, and said with a smile: "I believe Locke must be green and white."
George smiled, kissed Helen's forehead, and then looked at Locke: "Let's go, this time you can try what it's like to ride in a police car."
Locke: "..."
The last time Locke and George went to the shooting range, the topic they were looking for was what it felt like to ride in a police car.
the reason is simple.
When George has nothing to do, he would rather drive his shabby second-hand car than the high-end police station car.
soon.
George and Locke sat in the back of the police car and headed towards the police station with a whine.
Coulson and Natasha looked at each other.
like……
there is a problem.
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