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Chapter 139 A.H.I.E.L.D. and the CIA

The Kun's fighter jets landed from under the clouds, and when they saw it, they could see the Yago below.

but……

There is nothing on the radar.

If Stark Industries hadn't sent the positioning coordinates just now, I'm afraid they would have thought that this was just an empty sea area, just like the few times they flew over before.

"here!"

Hill looked at the dozen or so people on the deck who waved their hands excitedly after seeing them, and frowned: "What happened to the Yago and the Poseidon?"

after awhile.

The Quinjet fighter landed directly on the deck of the Yago, and the side door opened. After Hill led Natasha and a team of SHIELD agents down, he said to the pilot: "Notify the New York Police Department, just say, Someone found it."

The driver responded.

"correct."

Hill looked at Locke over there, and Gwen, and added: "Tell Sheriff Stacy that her daughter is fine."

Because of what Nick Fury did before, the work of S.H.I.E.L.D. in New York has come to a standstill.

The New York Police Department is a big family, and George Stacy is already a little patriarch in this big family. It just so happens that Hill has always wanted to repair the relationship with the New York Police Department. This information will be A nice fix is ​​beginning to come.

"Mr. Broughton."

Hill then looked at Locke and smiled: "We meet again."

Locke's expression was light: "Why am I not surprised at all?"

Hill smiled and said, "The Poseidon belongs to the Federation. In theory, it is also under the jurisdiction of the Department of Homeland Security."

Locke shook his head: "No, you misunderstood me."

"is it?"

"Ah."

Locke's tone was light: "The reason why I'm not surprised to see you coming is because law enforcement agencies always wait until the end of the story to clean up the battlefield, aren't they?"

After the hero finished fighting the villain, the law enforcement agency came out to clean up the ground.

This is routine.

obviously.

Even S.H.I.E.L.D. has no way to violate this procedure. On his side, he played a game of PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds with someone, and then finished beating monsters quietly by himself. He did the hardest work, and then, S.H.I.E.L.D. came to scrub the floor.

Fortunately.

He didn't enter the arena to fight monsters, otherwise, I'm afraid, SHIELD would not come to wash the ground, but come to give away the head.

Hill didn't take Locke's hostility to heart.

After all, in any case, on the bright side, in a legal sense, Locke was indeed abused by SHIELD... by agents of Homeland Security. If Locke had no feelings for them, Hill would feel nervous And confused yet.

at this time.

Natasha over there has led the SHIELD agents to the corridor where Locke fought before. Looking at the miserable scene in the corridor, even Natasha couldn't help but change her face: "Hill, I Found the crew of the Yago, you won't believe it."

Hill listened to Natasha's report, and couldn't help but change his expression. He looked at Locke who was helping Gwen wrap a blanket on the deck: "Mr. Where is it?"

Locke's expression was light: "It's dead."

Hill was slightly taken aback.

Locke smiled, pointed to the others, and looked at Hill: "We came to the Yago, but we didn't go down. We saw the monster's tentacles. For safety, we didn't go down. I guess , When we came to the Yago, none of the crew met."

Gwen said, "Yes, we never went down."

Dylan seemed to have thought of something, pointed over there, was tied by a rope, was still on the deck, and hadn't completely hanged up until now, and said with the wriggling tentacles with countless suction cups: "That thing came from that monster. chopped off from the body."

Made.

If it wasn't for that monster, they probably would have filled up the helicopter and left here long ago.

"correct."

Pepper looked at Hill and said, "About half an hour ago, the monster stopped moving, but be careful, we wanted to leave in a lifeboat, but it was too dangerous."

Hill nodded towards Pepper: "We will, Ms. Potts, the lifeboat will be here soon."

The words fall.

What came was not a lifeboat, but a large transport plane.

Hill looked up, looked at the serial number of this transport plane, and was slightly taken aback.

Rumble!
The transport plane lowers the rope.

After another team of armed agents descended, a man in a suit, tie, and sunglasses jumped out of the helicopter, took off his sunglasses, and walked towards Hill with a smiling expression: "Commander Hill, long time no see."

Gwen, who was wrapped in a blanket, looked at the group of people coming out, and asked curiously, "Is it also the Department of Homeland Security?"

Locke shook his head: "CIA."

After hearing Locke's words, several people looked curiously at the middle-aged man in suit who shook hands with Hill.

CIA.

spy.

The most mysterious agent yet.

The middle-aged man over there also seemed to have heard Locke's words. Looking at Locke, he seemed to think of something: "Rock Broughton? I'm right."

Locke nodded: "That's right."

Again.

The CIA knows that he is also normal. After all, after Nick Fury brought the CIA into the water, Locke directly counterattacked. For this reason, the director of Langley who called Nick Fury as security seemed to also step down sadly. Logistics warehouse.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand towards Locke, a little curious: "Can I ask, how did you know that I am Langley?"

Locke glanced at the man with a smile on his face, and shook hands with the hand of friendship he handed over: "Do you want to hear simple ones, or complicated ones?"

The middle-aged man shrugged: "How about a simple one?"

Locke smiled and said, "Yes, intuition!"

"Ha ha!"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Intuition, a good intuition is very useful, so what about complicated ones?"

Locke looked at the middle-aged man, and his tone was light: "Wear sunglasses, a suit, well-groomed hair, expensive leather shoes, and you are not dealing with people from the Department of Homeland Security. Obviously, the CIA!"

The middle-aged man looked down at his leather shoes and smiled: "You impress me, Mr. Broughton, well, I am indeed Langley's, an insignificant little person, you can call me Anonymous."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

anonymous.

These days, in the CIA, dare to say that you are anonymous, just like many great gods like to pretend to be on the street, it is clear at a glance.

Locke thought in his heart: "Sorry, Mr. Anonymous, I am not interested in you."

He is only 17 years old, and it is time for him to study hard and make progress every day. Although he knows that coming to New York is definitely not as easy as Texas, but he is prepared.

In a word.

No matter what age you are, what you do, try your best to earn as many points as possible, and then, try to save money, exchange it for godhead, and go to outer space to find a beautiful place to lie down.

This is where Locke has not changed. Of course, there have been changes.

Take Gwen, find a beautiful outer space together, and lie down.

soon.

Not far away, a yacht broke through the fog and appeared in the sight of everyone.

Ladder down.

With the help of the rescuers who rushed over, Locke and the others left the Yago one by one and transferred to the yacht. Then, after all the personnel arrived, they directly started the horsepower and rushed towards the nearest land. , In the airport over there, a plane that can fly to New York at any time is ready.

Hill and Anonymous stood on the Yago, looked at the yacht flying away, and looked away.

"Mr. Anonymous."

"Commander Hill."

"There is a thick fog on this Locke Broughton. Why, Langley is happy to see Hunting Heart?"

"What's the name of your former director who faked his death and escaped from prison? Have you found it? Do you need Langley's help?"

"Director Nick Fury is dead."

"is it?"

Anonymous glanced at Hill, put on his sunglasses, and walked towards the cabin: "Do you think I believe you, Commander Hill?"

Hill frowned, and followed: "I'm just reminding you, Mr. Anonymous, be careful when you hit a wall!"

"Commander Hill, are you worried that I will snatch someone to me in front of you?"

"Aegis never lacks agents."

"That's right."

Anonymous nodded, admitted what Hill said, and then said: "Unfortunately, there are not many top agents in Aegis. I really like Locke Broughton, but I am still considering whether to recruit or not. "

Lorraine Broughton was originally my Langley ace agent, and her son would naturally be an agent of the CIA.

down the stairs.

Anonymous with a smile on his face, after the first glance, couldn't help covering his nose with his hands, looking at the densely packed corpses and the sticky mucus in the corridor, couldn't help saying : "Jesus God, what happened here?"

A Langley agent looked at the unknown person: "Sir, there are more here, the picture is even more cruel."

"This reminds me of the massacre pit I discovered when I was in Africa."

Anonymous said so to Hill, who also had a wonderful expression beside him, then stepped on the ground carefully, arrived at the side of the Langley agent, looked at the wheel room that had become a grave, and opened his eyes. Opening his mouth, a deep shock flashed in his eyes: "Well, this is the first time I've seen this picture."

Hill, who followed, looked at the wheel room filled with countless bloody corpses, and was completely shocked to the extreme in his heart.

at this time.

The SHIELD agent who had already managed to restore the power of the Yago ship said through the headset: "Sir, the monitoring and access has come out."

Hill: "..."

(End of this chapter)