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Chapter 67 Capture Locke? (Second update, please collect it!)

"kitchen!"

"Safety."

"Second floor!"

"Safety."

"study!"

"Safety."

Accompanied by a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents filing in, the upper and lower floors of the apartment were surrounded almost in a short period of time.

result.

empty.

but……

in the room.

The black widow Natasha, who was wearing a tight black combat uniform, walked into the guest room, and when she saw it, she saw a very obvious bullet hole in the wall facing the gate.

It's just that there is no bullet in the bullet hole.

"Chief."

"How about it."

"No."

Natasha took out the phone and got in touch with Nick Fury who was in the combat center. She stood in the guest room and looked around: "The team members have gone down to extract the apartment surveillance, but, if nothing wrong, Agent 83 did I've been here, but I haven't found anything here."

Nick Fury is also checking the surveillance on the streets near Fifth Avenue in the command center at the moment.

Got nothing.

Surveillance has been dropped.

soon.

An agent found Natasha: "Sir, the surveillance system of the apartment was hacked by an external signal yesterday, and all the surveillance was modified. We have found the source of the external signal."

"where?"

"Brooklyn..."

"..."

Natasha frowned when she heard the agent's reply. This clue is useless, because this address is Agent No. 83, which is the home of Leeds, where Megan Vassi pretended to be a Canadian exchange student.

Surveillance was hacked and modified by Agent 83.

Natasha looked up and looked at one of the agents who had been monitoring Locke's apartment 24 hours these days: "You are the agent in charge of monitoring here, didn't you hear anything last night?"

The agent shook his head: "Sir, Locke Broughton didn't come back at all yesterday, and even the lights were not on. Naturally, there is no sound from the monitoring equipment, which is normal."

We didn't know that an agent sneaked in quietly yesterday.

No one told us.

Although our listening agents are naturally shorter than the action agents, we can't just put shit on our heads if something goes wrong.

"and many more."

Natasha frowned, and looked at the monitoring agent: "What did you say, this Broughton didn't come back yesterday?"

The monitoring agent hummed, looked at Natasha and said: "Yes, we also have two people who are tracking the target, and the target went home with a classmate named Gwen Stacy after leaving school yesterday, and, The mobile phone signal has also been positioned there, so you said that there was someone at home last night, but how would we know that the lights were not turned on, he did not go home, and there was no sound, isn’t it normal?”

He is the leader of the monitoring team this time.

In a word.

They don't take the blame. It's because your operations department didn't communicate with us in advance. Now that something happened to your people, it's none of our business.

Natasha didn't intend to listen to the monitoring agent's blame at all, and asked directly: "Where is he now?"

The monitoring agent looked at the watch, then put it down: "Today is Saturday, no need to go to school, the target is still at Gwen Stacy's house..."

The words did not fall.

Natasha has already left the house in a hurry.

Without him.

Nick Fury from the command center spoke.

Let Natasha and Coulson bring back Rock Broughton.

Agent No. 83, he wants to see people when he is alive, and he wants to see corpses when he is dead.

No one can disappear out of thin air without leaving a trace.

but……

This wish of Nick Fury is obviously going to come true.

Indeed, no one can make a living person disappear without a trace from the earth without leaving any traces. After all, even burial requires a place.

But Locke was on the hook.

Agent 83 was lying quietly in the grid of Locke's inventory.

no way.

Locke originally planned to change back to the avatar, and quietly ran to the Manhattan River to discard it at night, but he couldn't go home last night, so he was delayed.

Fortunately.

The time in the inventory is frozen, so you don't have to worry about keeping it for a long time, it will stink, rot, or even become a giant or something.

Locke woke up refreshed.

After washing up, when he came to the living room from the second floor, Gwen's mother, Helen, had already prepared breakfast.

Bacon Sandwich with Hot Cocoa.

"Good morning, Helen, George."

Locke greeted Helen and George. He originally called Mrs. Stacy and Mr. Stacy, but, three times in a row, both of them told Locke not to be so serious, so Locke changed his words.

As for the papers of the two boys who also got up, Locke simply ignored them.

Anyway, it's the background.

"Where's Gwen?"

Locke opened his chair and sat down: "I see that Gwen's room has been opened."

Helen handed a plate of bacon sandwiches to Locke, and pointed to the upstairs: "You're jumping rope on it, don't worry about him, you drink hot cocoa or coffee."

"Wave……"

Locke looked at George, who was sitting across from him and looked up at him, and changed his words in time: "Is there any coffee with bourbon flavor?"

George laughed: "Where did your bourbon come from?"

Locke took the coffee Helen handed over, thanked him, and then looked at George: "I assure you, I only have one ID, and the age on the driver's license is clearly 16 years old, and I didn't use a fake ID."

Businesses that serve alcohol to people under the age of 21 will be severely punished.

As a party under the age of 21 who drinks in public, not only will he be taken to the police station to record his fingerprints, but this punishment will be recorded in his personal file.

Of course.

Locke also knew that George knew that he drank, after all, George had been to the Star Building.

but.

I didn't use false evidence. This was Locke's answer to George, and it was what George really wanted to ask.

Last month, the two daughters of President Bush, Jena and Barbara, were arrested by the police station because they were under the age of drinking, bought alcohol with other people's ID cards and drank in public, and the local prosecutor quickly brought charged.

If Locke is discovered, he cannot avoid going to court.

Hearing Locke's words, George didn't say anything more, just picked up his coffee and smiled, "Thunder brand, the taste is good."

The Thunder brand of bourbon has always been the best bourbon produced by the winery called Thunder in Kentucky, the hometown of bourbon.

A bottle is not cheap.

A bottle of Franklin.

Let's say that.

George is now a police inspector, but his annual salary is only $[-]. Uh, the money Locke earns by spending two or three hours at night is almost George's annual salary, and it is far more than that.

Locke smiled and said, "When I'm 21, if you want to drink, I'll give you a few bottles."

George laughed.

at this time.

Ding Dong!

……

　It's a new week, begging for collection!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)