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Chapter 68 This is New York City! (Third update, please follow up!)

"dad."

When the doorbell almost rang, Gwen, who was exercising on the roof in the morning, wearing a sportswear and with a few drops of sweat on his forehead, also came down from the attic leading to the roof: "There are several black sports cars downstairs. car."

George, who stood up to open the door, frowned.

Locke also inadvertently raised his eyebrows.

Federal law enforcement agencies, such as the CIA or the FBI, all like to travel in large numbers. Similarly, they also have a soft spot for black sports cars.

Is it that fast?
Locke thought so.

George over there also walked to the door and opened it.

into the eye.

George looked at the door, a man and a woman standing there, frowning: "You are..."

With a pure and honest face, Phil Coulson took out his federal ID: "Inspector Stacey, we are from the FBI."

George said: "I'm not under the control of the FBI, are you looking for the wrong person?"

Natasha, who was wearing her fiery red hair next to her, said: "We are not here to find you, Inspector Stacey, we are here to find Locke Broughton, he is here with you."

Gwen, who was standing behind George, heard this and looked at Locke.

Looking for Locke?

FBI?

After hearing this, Locke also got up, walked to the door, frowned, and looked at the two acquaintances at the door, Phil Coulson and Natasha Romanov: "I am Locke. "

Just as he thought.

Not in the name of S.H.I.E.L.D., but in the name of the FBI.

can.

It's fine if it's from the FBI, I'm afraid you are coming here directly under the title of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Coulson looked at Locke who appeared, and seemed to confirm again: "Rock Broughton?"

Locke hummed: "Yes, it's me."

Coulson showed a slight smile: "Mr. Broughton, there is a case of disappearance. We would like to ask you to go back and assist us in our investigation."

"Missing?"

"What's missing?"

This time even Gwen's mother, Helen, came to the door. After hearing this, she asked with some concern, "How old is it, and where did it happen?"

Coulson smiled. "Federal investigation, sorry."

"..."

Is the federal investigation a big deal, and my husband is still a lieutenant in the NYPD.

Helen looked directly at George.

what please.

It is clear that he intends to take the person back, and then torture him into a trick.

That's what TV shows do.

This is not possible, tonight, but the prom at Midtown High School, Gwen has been looking forward to tonight since Locke invited her.

George accepted his wife's gaze, nodded without leaving a trace, and looked at Coulson at the door: "The federal case is a federal case, so where did this case happen."

"Star Building."

"...?"

"what?"

"Last night, one of our agents disappeared from apartment [-], Star Building, where Mr. Locke Broughton lived."

"Gosh."

Gwen, who was standing next to Locke, couldn't help covering her mouth, and then looked at Locke: "Fortunately, you didn't go back yesterday."

Coulson's eyelids couldn't help twitching.

He didn't go back, is that the point?

Their agent is missing, and that's the point.

Coulson said directly: "Lock Broughton, please cooperate with us, please."

Locke didn't make any moves, but nodded, and when he was about to agree, George made a move.

"Hold on."

George directly reached out and stopped Locke, who was about to leave with Coulson, and looked at Coulson at the door: "The Star Building belongs to New York City, not the Federation."

Coulson frowned.

George turned his head directly, and was just about to ask Helen to bring his phone, but when he turned his head, he saw Gwen snort and handed his phone to him.

There was a trace of tension on Gwen's face: "Dad, we are going to the dance tonight."

The corner of George's mouth twitched, and he directly dialed the number of the New York Police Department.

soon.

George put down the phone and looked at Coulson at the door, ignoring the dozen or so agents behind Coulson: "The Star Building is under the jurisdiction of my New York Police Department. The case that happened in the Star Building was given to you by the New York Police Department. It belongs to your FBI, we don’t give it to you, you can’t rob it in New York, this case belongs to me.”

Colson: "..."

Natasha: "..."

Sometimes, it doesn't take a lot of people to be useful.

The rules on the surface are the most important.

In New York City, the New York Police Department is the biggest in any case. Otherwise, why would the New York Police Department be called the first federal police department.

The FBI has to abide by this rule when it comes to New York City.

This is even more so for the CIA. If the CIA is unwilling, the New York Police Department can take over the CIA's stronghold in New York City in a completely reasonable and legal manner.

Because on the surface, the CIA is external and is not allowed to carry out any operations within the federal territory.

As for the FBI?

Although the FBI mainly focuses on domestic crimes, they always target cross-state crimes. Before there is no evidence to prove that this is a cross-state crime, if the New York Police Department does not want to give the case, the FBI will not be able to take it away.

obviously.

Coulson and Natasha probably got used to using false evidence from the FBI. They forgot that this is New York City, not any other city in the federal territory.

Almost when George finished the sentence.

There was a whining sound, not more than a minute after George had just finished calling.

George was the inspector after all.

Moreover, this is Manhattan, Manhattan, and a police inspector. The fastest dispatch speed is kept within 1 minute, which is a normal level. If it exceeds 1 minute, it is considered late.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

"Ah."

George took out his clothes, turned to look at his wife and daughter: "I'll take Locke back to the police station first."

Gwen's expression changed: "Dad."

George interrupted: "Don't worry, as long as Locke has nothing to do with this so-called disappearance case, your party will not be delayed, don't worry."

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Locke, and said with a smile: "I believe Locke must be blue and white."

George smiled, kissed Helen's forehead, and then looked at Locke: "Let's go, this time we can try what it's like to ride in a police car."

Locke: "..."

The last time Locke and George went to the shooting range to shoot targets, the topic they were looking for was what it was like to sit up in a police car.

the reason is simple.

When George didn't have any, he would rather drive his own battered second-hand car than the fancy car of the police station.

soon.

George and Locke sat in the back of the police car and headed towards the police station with a whimper.

Coulson and Natasha looked at each other.

like……

there is a problem.

……

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(End of this chapter)