Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 268 Don't Stumble For Missions
"morning."

"..."

The next day, Locke opened the bathroom door, wiped his hair, looked at Gwen who just came out of the room, and greeted with a smile.

But Gwen glanced at Locke, then pulled Locke away indifferently, and walked into the bathroom by herself.

Locke stood there, bowed his head, and couldn't help laughing.

Of course he knew why Gwen was in a mood, wasn't it because, last night, Gwen left him a door, but Locke didn't go there?
no way.

When Locke came back last night, it was almost four o'clock in the morning. It didn't seem too good to go to Gwen's room at that time, so Locke didn't go there.

Apparently, Gwen had a rough time about it.

This……

Locke was a little dumbfounded. After all, the Gwen he knew and came into contact with seemed to have never been angry, at least for him.

Turns out my Gwen would be mad too.

Locke smiled, looked at the empty corridor, and listened to the conversation downstairs of George who had gone to bed early and got up early to accompany Helen to get busy.

Turn your head.

Click!

"……What are you doing?"

"I'll help you wash."

"No, it's too late."

"It's not too late, I washed it clean."

"I called!"

"Then I'll go."

"..."

half an hour.

Helen looked at Gwen who was coming down the stairs with a blushing face, and said with a smile, "Does your spirit look pretty good?"

Gwen twitched her mouth and went down the stairs: "Mom, I'll help you."

Locke followed down the stairs and greeted George who was already sitting at the dining table: "Good morning, George."

George glanced at Locke, and hummed reservedly: "Let's eat, the bureau just called and the case has progressed."

Locke's eyes lit up.

Gwen, who was holding her and Locke's dishes from the kitchen, came over, pulled out a chair and sat down: "Who is it, Dad?"

George looked at Locke who was sitting down: "Have you heard of Busen Veitch?"

Locke shook his head.

"Who is this?"

"A private detective who didn't take any pictures came and said that he knew about the big sale of your photobook from the newspaper. He thought, see if he can dig up your black material, and then threatens you to pay."

"..."

Good guy.

This must be the handwriting of the anonymous man.

Locke thought so in his heart, his expression was full of surprise, and he looked at Gwen.

Gwen blinked: "Really?"

George nodded and said: "Director Colin of the FBI found the clues, and that Busen Veitch has also confessed, and collected some of the remaining bugs from his home, but the bugs were also obtained from the black market. Purchased, so the case was transferred to Homeland Security because of national security."

Amazing.

Anyway, the FBI can know, and then SHIELD can also know, but the NYPD can't know?

After all, whether it is the FBI or S.H.I.E.L.D., from a certain point of view, like the CIA, they belong to the federal government, while the New York Police Department belongs to the local government.

So this is another classic case of the Federation teaming up to bully a locality.

but……

Locke looked at George curiously: "Then how did he get into the Star Building? Isn't the security of the Star Building very weak?"

He was very curious about how to explain this question.

George said: "A security guard at the gate brought him in that day. As a price, Busen Veitch gave the security guard a thousand dollars as a reward. The security guard went to the branch office by himself after a night of ideological struggle last night. Turned himself in and gave an account of the deal between him and Busen Veitch."

Locke nodded.

Well, this reason cannot be said to be nonsense, but it can also be said to be highly credible.

The security of the Xingchen Building is indeed very tight, but in the tight security, people need to be guarded. If someone directly bribes the security, isn't that the same as going home.

Gwen couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he heard that, and then said a little speechlessly: "Is this guy stupid? Locke is rich, but Locke also has a team of lawyers."

George chuckled: "As long as Locke's black material is caught, any legal team is useless."

talking.

George looked up at Locke: "Fortunately, this Buson Veitch told me that he went around your apartment, trying to find out if you have any secrets, but he didn't find anything, and then he just installed the wiretapping device, and nothing has been recorded, and you found out."

When he said this, George seemed a little disappointed.

Delusion?
No, George just hoped I had something dirty.

Locke's heart darkened, and on the surface, he glanced at Gwen, and the gentleman looked at George frankly: "Gwen knows where my money came from. Last weekend, when I was in the Star Building, Gwen helped me sort it out. The income in the third quarter is convenient for filing taxes next year."

Last year's tax declaration work, Locke handed over to Lawn Law Firm for help, but obviously, Gwen was not used to his behavior of spending [-] yuan, so he consulted Helen, the tax declaration expert at home, while Help Locke organize the tax bills for each quarter in an orderly manner.

and so……

From a certain point of view, Locke really did it. He had no reservations, did not hide anything from Gwen, and directly proved with his actions that he would not do pre-marital justice when he gets married in the future.

Gwen said to George: "Yeah, Dad, all of Locke's money came in a fair and aboveboard manner. There is no black material, at most it's underage drinking. What kind of black material is this? You can't catch it and threaten Let Locke go to the police station, besides, the police station will not take it seriously, right, Dad."

Underage drinking is generally not taken seriously.

But this boar.

George glanced at Locke, smiling broadly.

Try?

Locke also smiled politely.

Helen watched from the side, as if seeing the picture of her father and George together, smiled speechlessly, and chose to stand by Locke's side: "Locke is very good, last month, your police station opened again What's the name of that fundraiser, Tony Stark's secretary?"

Gwen said: "Pepper, Pepper Potts, my friend with Locke."

Helen nodded: "Yes, Ms. Potts, didn't Ms. Potts also say that she is envious of Locke and Gwen's love?"

George rolled his eyes.

Finished calf.

I can't stay in this house anymore.

George drank the coffee in his cup, got up, and walked out the door: "In short, the case is over."

The implication is, tonight, when I go home, I don't want to see you in my house anymore.

this is my house.

George felt that he had no status at all in this family.

what?
Little George's three sons?

Ah.

Here comes the background board.

Locke looked at George who was about to leave, and also ate the pancake in his hand, and got up: "I'm leaving too."

That Lorraine Broughton job was not done yet.

If he stayed at Gwen's house, then Anonymous would not find a chance to recruit him.

What is this called.

In other words, CIA agents are actually not a good unit. Locke feels as if he is rushing to become a CIA agent.

but……

For the mission, to make money, don't be fooled.

Originally, Locke was still thinking about how to find an opportunity to go back today. After all, if the case was not resolved, it would be impossible for Gwen to let him out of sight.

Unexpectedly, Anonymous had already thought of it in advance.

Forget it.

This is also an expression of sincerity.

Locke thought so.

I hope that anonymous person will come over soon, after all, after hearing that the case is over, after a false alarm, Gwen also said that she will continue to work as a hardworking intern assistant in Dr. Connors' laboratory.

"Aqiu!"

Manhattan, the rooftop cafe of the Empire State Building.

Anonymous, wearing sunglasses, rubbed his nose, and smiled at his old friend sitting across from him: "After staying overseas for a long time, the air in the Commonwealth seems a bit uncomfortable."

Sitting across from him, Hubble, who was about the same age as Wu Mingshi, was also Langley, and laughed: "Then let's switch places."

Hubble, a veteran of Langley, has his own team like Anonymous, but unlike Anonymous, who is in charge of charming places in Europe, Hubble is mainly in charge of Lubyanka.

Anonymous laughed loudly: "How about Lubyanka?"

Hubble shook his head and said, "What else can you do? You have performed your tricks so well, and you also deliberately revealed the news to those traitors who sold their souls for money."

Anonymous said: "Think of the best, when the use is over and we catch them, the money will still be ours. At that time, the car will belong to me and the house will belong to you. The old rules."

Hubble didn't answer the question, but asked curiously, "When do you plan to go?"

Anonymous asked back: "Then what about you?"

The reason why Hubble appeared in New York was also to recruit an agent.

Jack Ryan.

Originally a Ph.D. student, four years ago, after the [-]/[-] incident, the patriotic Jack Ryan gave up his studies and joined the military. Then, he became a marine and went to Iraq together.

Last year, because the helicopter was shot down, he pulled his comrades out of the safe range when he was seriously injured and could hardly stand up.

Today, Jason Lawn is recovering in a military post-war rehabilitation facility in New York, and Hubble has been observing it for a long time.

"In a few days."

Hubble looked up at the sky: "The weather forecast says that there will be heavy rain in a few days. Then, go again, how about you?"

It's almost time to go, otherwise, when Jason Lane recovers, if he goes back to the military all the time, wouldn't he be at a loss.

"That's right, we can train together then."

"You haven't said yet, when are you going to recruit?"

"When?"

Anonymous put down the empty coffee cup in his hand, stood up, and buttoned his suit.

"Of course now, you already know him. If I go later, you bastard, I'm afraid you're going to pry into my wall. I won't give you this chance."

"..."

(End of this chapter)