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Chapter 140 Hero Locke Broughton
in the monitoring room.

The system that has recovered its power is rapidly replaying the monitoring.

but……

Something seemed to have collided with the bottom of the Yago's cabin, and after the seawater swarmed in, the power of the entire Yago stopped immediately, and the monitoring suddenly failed.

at this time.

"what is this……"

"Shet, shoot, shoot!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"There's something in the bottom of the hold, there's something!"

"Fake!"

In the intercom channel of Hill's Aegis and Anonymous's intercom channel, there was suddenly the roar of their respective agents, and then the sound of various weapons.

after awhile.

Several surviving agents returned and reported to Hill and Anonymous who had rushed here again with lingering fear: "There are monsters."

Hill and Nameless looked at each other.

The monster that attacked Yago hasn't left yet?

However, when the big mutated octopus whose head was blown off was directly dug out by the ship that drove over and lifted into the air, Hill and Anonymous, who were on the deck of the Yago, looked at the missing octopus. When the head and the mutated big octopus with countless fractures but still waving its tentacles became more confused.

The mutated giant octopus that was pulled in mid-air was flying all over the sky with its countless broken tentacles. Although the mutant octopus lost its head, these tentacles did not die yet.

From the surveillance that only recorded a short-lived picture, they roughly knew what happened to the Yago.

But what about after?

This head can disturb the magnetic field and even block the communication, but right now it is a mutated giant octopus whose head was exploded. What happened on the Yago?

A person could not help appearing in Hill's mind.

Locke Broughton.

but……

Hill shook his head directly. Just when he landed, he knew that whether it was Locke or others, after suddenly finding that there was no one on the Yago, they did not choose to check around, but stayed on the deck. Like the protagonist groups in countless horror movies, they ran to deliver them one by one.

Moreover, at the very least, when Locke and the others refueled, the mutated octopus should still be alive and well. At that time, the mutated octopus also attacked the helicopter trying to keep them here.

"What exactly happened?"

Hill frowned, thinking in his heart, and the Poseidon, he looked directly at Natasha: "Have you found the Poseidon?"

Natasha nodded: "I found it, but... it has already sunk, and only a few bodies were found on the surface of the sea. The rest probably sank to the bottom of the sea together with the Poseidon."

Hill: "..."

There are nearly 700 people on the Poseidon, and the number on the Yago is almost the same. That is to say, this time, a total of more than 7000 people stayed here forever.

This is big news.

Directly block the news here?
Ah.

How to block it is not a matter of a few people, or dozens of people, but more than 7000 people. Blocking is impossible.

but……

Hill's eyes moved up, and landed on the big mutant octopus that was still in mid-air, even if it lost its life, it still took the lives of several agents. It cannot be concealed, Yago, the news of the disappearance of the crew probably cannot be concealed, but we can conceal this giant mutated octopus."

I'm afraid that if the outside world finds out what happened here, especially if the images of the bottom cargo hold and the bottom hold are exposed, those media who fear the world will not be chaotic will fall into a carnival in an instant.

In fact.

The media has gone into a frenzy.

Countless media reporters crowded into New York's Kennedy Airport, trying to interview the survivors from the Poseidon just learned in the first place.

what?
Locke and others took the plane back to New York, should it be kept secret?

According to conventional principles, this is indeed the case, but the New York media have always been supernatural. If a reporter in Washington can know when a senator eats, then a reporter in New York can know when any plane arrives. Are there any newsworthy news people on the plane in New York.

Fortunately, those reporters did not have direct access to the tarmac.

George and Helen entered.

And Cindy and Kahn's dad and mom.

Helen looked at the sky anxiously: "What about the plane, why hasn't it come yet? There won't be another accident."

George opened his mouth next to him and looked at Helen. He was also anxious in his heart, but for some reason, he couldn't laugh or cry when he heard Helen's words: "Honey, they are flying on a special plane from the Department of Homeland Security. "

Helen glanced at George: "So what about the Department of Homeland Security, isn't it still the same as other law enforcement agencies, tortured into tricks, and only slanders good people."

George: "..."

Since the Homeland Security Agency helped S.H.I.E.L.D. to carry such a scapegoat, the reputation of the Homeland Security Agency in New York has taken a turn for the worse, especially after the Midtown University won the championship of the College Chemistry Knowledge Contest. Following reports, people saw Locke The name came to mind, and then, that was the only impression I had of the Department of Homeland Security.

"Oh, that bureau, like the FBI, likes to slander good people."

"..."

God bears witness, the head of Homeland Security is already starting to regret helping S.H.I.E.L.D. with such a scapegoat.

The scapegoat was longer than he had imagined, even if Locke appeared in the news once, then the Department of Homeland Security would be pulled out to whip the corpse once.

this time?
The head of the Department of Homeland Security looked at the list of survivors sent by his subordinates, looked at a name on the list, and leaned weakly on his chair.

I'm afraid, this time, the Department of Homeland Security will be dragged out by the damned media to flog the corpse again.

after awhile.

The silhouette of an airplane appeared in the sky.

Helen's eyes lit up and she was extremely excited: "Is it this one?"

George also looked up: "It should be."

on the plane.

After being rescued, a shower was arranged, a quick medical examination was done, and after putting on new clothes, Locke and others flew back to New York on a special plane from the Department of Homeland Security.

Gwen, who was wearing a fluffy and cute down jacket, straightened her ponytail and looked under the windshield at the approaching Kennedy Airport: "Finally back."

Locke, who was sitting across from him drinking a glass of bourbon, did not speak.

Originally, Locke couldn't drink bourbon, after all, his age was over there, but, with a word from Locke, someone arranged for bourbon.

I f*cking escaped death, drink a glass of bourbon, what's wrong with the shock?
Perfect reason.

Several agents of the Homeland Security Bureau couldn't think of any reason for the refusal. After reporting, they could only give Locke a bourbon.

but……

"Mr. Broughton."

A homeland agent came over, looked at Locke, and the wine glass in his hand: "We're landing right away."

Locke glanced at the homeland agent, then at the remaining bourbon in his glass, drank it down, and handed the glass to the homeland agent: "Thank you."

The homeland agent twitched his lips. He dared to swear that he had never seen such an awesome person who dared to drink directly in front of the law enforcement team, and they had no reason to refuse the underage.

Gwen watched the homeland agent turn and leave, and whispered to Locke on the opposite side: "Aren't you afraid that they will stare at you, see you drinking, and arrest you directly?"

Locke shook his head: "No, because I will sue them for trespassing. I am good at marksmanship. Unfortunately, I don't have a gun license. If you are not afraid, I have castle law. Moreover, I have a team of lawyers."

Next year, the first thing to do is to find George to apply for a gun license. At that time, under the home law and the castle law, a few more SHIELD agents will come, and Locke will kill him at home, and there will be no trouble.

If you break into a house without any search warrant, you will die in vain. Locke is acting in self-defense.

Gwen laughed, automatically ignoring the inadvertent murderous look in Locke's words, and looking at the others, Cindy and Kahn were already falling asleep leaning over there.

Jennifer and Christine lowered their heads and whispered, while Robert sat in his seat with his arms folded.

Dylan and Maggie were also talking in low voices, and Maggie's son, Connor, was asleep by the window.

Gwen came back to her senses: "Pepper is not with us."

Locke said: "The identity is quite special."

After several people were rescued, Tony Stark's plane came over, took a step ahead, and took Pepper and Happy away directly, and did not follow the plane of the Department of Homeland Security.

Gwen nodded: "That's right, if the media in New York know that Stark Industries is here, I'm afraid, I can already imagine the dense crowd of reporters outside the airport."

talking room.

The plane touched the ground briefly, and then, with a buzz, the plane landed and began to slow down.

after awhile.

The plane went through the taxiing phase, and after turning around, it slowly came towards the hangar not far away.

Everyone in the cabin has already unfastened their seat belts, and it seems that at the moment of landing, the long-lost smile and joy of reunion are reflected in their expressions.

"I'm going to get a good night's sleep when I get back."

"Me too, I'll sleep with him forever."

"Locke, find a place to have a drink?"

"..."

Locke looked at Robert who was invited, and Dylan who was blinking next to him, and smiled, but looked at Robert: "It's not impossible, after all, Robert used to be the mayor of New York. If we were caught, there should be something to do with him." Let's make a settlement."

Robert laughed and said: "You are a hero, Locke, and the local prosecutor will not sue you for drinking."

Locke: "..."

(End of this chapter)