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Chapter 286 The MI6 Who Fully Takes the Blame

A little cold light comes first!
Then...

There was nothing to follow, almost when the black light came in from the outside, several police officers standing behind Locke re-protected Locke, and the microphone even fell to the ground with a snap.

next second.

Everyone's eyes could not help but focus on the familiar but unfamiliar card that seemed to be engraved on the microphone.

"This is……"

"Notice!"

"Shet!"

"Notice from the Peerless Assassin!"

"what?"

The reporters who didn't get a good position turned their heads one after another, looked behind them, and tried to find them, who had almost become the unparalleled assassins of New York City urban legends.

But more people turned their eyes to the microphone that fell to the ground.

"Quick!"

"Quick shot!"

At this time, Locke also picked up the microphone again, and then, with some effort, he took off the card.

Many reporters looked at Locke.

Locke looked at the contents of the notice, first his expression was slightly surprised, then he was overjoyed, and then he looked up at the reporter of the Bugle Daily who questioned his show just now: "Look, someone has accepted the order. "

talking.

Locke turned the notice in his hand directly towards the people of the New York Daily.

moment.

Countless shots were directly on that notice!

"Sin notice! 』

"Notifier: ICA"

"Crime: "Murder and arson, commit all crimes""

"Death penalty! 』

"Executor: Wushuang! 』

『Remarks: Remember to prepare 3000 million bearer bonds for me. I accept this order, Mr. Broughton! 』

The note below explains, why, the notice that should have been sent to the ICA, why it appeared on Locke's side.

A police officer looked at the notice in Locke's hand, his expression changed, he quickly took out his phone, and called the office number of Senior Superintendent George Stacey.

soon.

By the time George arrived at the New Amsterdam Hospital from the bureau, the reporters who were still crowding here and planning to wait for Kahn to be discharged from the hospital had already left.

After all, the traffic secret they wanted the most has already arrived.

The Peerless Assassin has accepted the order!
Good guy.

What are you waiting for, Kahn, hurry back and write a small composition. At this time, whoever releases this news first will win the traffic feast.

In the hospital rest corridor.

Locke looked at George who came out of the elevator, and smiled, "George, someone has taken the order."

George didn't want to talk, and looked at the police officer who called: "Where's the notice?"

The officer took out an evidence bag and handed it to George.

turn on.

Wearing gloves, George took out the notice inside, put it in front of his nose, and sniffed it. Then, he seemed to turn over to the back again, scraped it, and seemed to hang out some dust. He nodded: "It's him!"

No one knows how to identify the authenticity of the notice better than him.

only……

George frowned a little. In the records of the Peerless Assassin, although the targets of the Peerless Assassin included gangsters, there had never been a record where the entire ICA was directly marked like today.

What is this going to do?
ICA is guilty, do you plan to let the chicken and dog stay?
and also.

Where is the Peerless Assassin going to investigate the ICA? After all, you don't even know the home of the ICA. Even if you want to kill people, you won't be able to find a place.

You can't fly directly to London, kill someone and ask.

This unscientific.

In fact.

Locke's existence can never be explained by the word science.

In fact, that notice was thrown to him by Locke himself. When he went back to take a shower and changed his clothes, Locke, who appeared in the hospital right now, was actually a clone.

And the real Locke, at this very moment, was wearing glasses, driving towards the private plane in Jersey City, which he had contacted last night and had been waiting for a long time.

over there at the hospital.

George put away the notice, looked at Locke and Gwen, and then said to the police officer, "Keep an eye on them."

The constable nodded.

After George returned to the New York Police Department, Beckett came over: "George, Mr. Sheldon is already in your office."

George frowned.

Beckett reminded: "Clyde Shelton, CIA?"

George reacted.

open the door.

Clyde Shelton, who read it as Clyde, but wrote Fallen Brother, looked at George who pushed the door in, and said directly, "I want to see that Englishman."

George smiled and said, "Okay!"

Clyde nodded: "Thank you."

"Don't rush to thank, this is not how transactions are done."

"..."

George looked at the silent Clyde, smiled, walked to the wine cabinet, and took out a bottle of cheap whiskey. He was not as extravagant as Locke, who drank Thunderbolt bourbon worth $[-] a day.

"Give."

"Thank you!"

"Need not."

George handed the poured whiskey to Clyde, then straightened his tie, sat down, and looked at Clyde: "For now, you and our positions are the same, both for finding ICA, and besides, now is not a good time to lie to each other."

The Peerless Assassin's notice has already been placed. According to the Peerless Assassin's habit of placing notices, it will take no more than 24 hours, and no more than 72 hours. It is estimated that somewhere in the world, something big will happen.

"Again."

George took a sip of the whiskey, spread his hands, and looked at Clyde: "I'm the New York Police Department, not the Global Police Department. I can even hand over that Englishman to you."

Clyde looked at George.

George looked serious.

He is telling the truth, what does he want a spy to do, eat and can't eat, directly sue, he really didn't do anything bad, instead of waiting for 24 hours to be released directly, it's better to do it with the CIA who likes spies a deal.

"what do you want?"

"Everything about Lorraine Broughton."

"That's impossible, you're not..."

"I have a National Security Level A security clearance, and I have learned too much from Locke."

"That……"

"I don't want to affect my daughter's safety because of Locke's mother. No, it has already affected my daughter's safety. If it is dangerous, I need to know the truth of everything."

Clyde looked at George with a frown, was silent for a while, and nodded: "Okay, but you are not allowed to show that document to anyone, even, I will show it to you when I am around."

George nodded: "Deal."

Seeing this, Clyde nodded, and said directly: "The car is downstairs, but first, we need to confirm one thing. I need to stay in the same room with this Cuerva for a while."

George smiled and stood up.

5 minute later.

In an unsurveilled room in the NYPD building.

George opened the door.

Sitting inside, Agent Coulva, who had been locked up all night and screamed every day, looked at George who walked in, and repeated the words: "I am a citizen of London, and I want to call the embassy."

"I will fight."

It wasn't George who said this, but Clyde who walked in behind George.

Cuerva looked at Clyde who came in, and paused.

next second.

Cuerva laughed: "CIA!"

Clyde and George thanked each other, moved the chairs away, sat down, and looked at Cuerva: "MI6!"

George folded his arms against the door.

Cuerva glanced at George, and looked at Clyde as if resigned to fate: "Okay, you caught me, you can call my boss."

His tone was relaxed, and he didn't have the slightest sense of being caught as a spy.

But this is normal.

The relationship between the Federation and London is relatively complicated. Under normal circumstances, even if the agents of each other are caught, they will choose to exchange some information, which is rarely life-threatening.

but……

This time is different.

You have crossed the line, and it seems that you have crossed the line very early.

Clyde smiled, and after confirming Kurva's identity, he took out the phone directly.

"Say!"

"confirm."

"it is good!"

Clyde hung up the phone, got up, and looked at Cuerva: "Mr. Hanks, let's go and change places. I'll treat you to coffee."

talking.

Two CIA agents in black came in and took the keys from George, and after unlocking Kurva's handcuffs, with a bang, a black hood directly covered Kurva.

soon.

Two black-clad agents led Kurva out of the room.

Clyde looked at George with his arms folded, and didn't hide anything: "Fortunately, you caught Cuerva, otherwise, we might not be able to find a loophole."

George didn't speak.

Clyde sighed: "Someone in the Bureau colluded with MI6...or, in other words, people from the ICA colluded. When Mr. Anonymous used his authority to unlock Lorraine Broughton's information, there was an insider staring at Anonymous." Sir, so, and because of this, the ICA people became murderous towards Locke."

"why?"

"We are still investigating!"

Clyde shook his head, and then sneered: "But it's good. If the ICA doesn't jump out, Nameless and I will think that it was just an unfortunate accident. Right now, not only the KGB and MI6 will take revenge, we Will!"

ICA people came over.

People from MI6 also came over.

This requires other evidence, which is already very clear.

Lorraine Broughton did not die in the mission, but died in a shameless betrayal, or in the hands of MI6.

Langley's office.

Mr. Anonymous held up his mobile phone, expressionless: "Last chance, Mrs. M, tell me my name, otherwise, you don't want to return your agent, you want to break the rules of the game."

Mrs. M hung up the phone neatly, and didn't even seem to plan to quibble.

Ah.

Anonymous chuckled and looked at his assistant L: "Put the internal structure diagram of the building on the Thames on the dark web and sell it to the Red Devils!"

Assistant Agent L nodded.

……

(End of this chapter)