A Certain Marvel Super Player

Chapter 67: Capture Locke?

"kitchen!"

"Safety."

"Second floor!"

"Safety."

"The study room!"

"Safety."

Accompanied by a group of Aegis agents who filed in, almost in a short period of time, they surrounded the upper and lower floors of the apartment.

result.

Empty.

but……

in the guest room.

Natasha, the black widow wearing a black tight combat suit, walked into the guest room and saw a very obvious bullet hole in the wall facing the door.

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

"Chief."

"How about it."

"Not here."

Natasha took out the phone and contacted Nick Fury who was in the operation center. Standing in the guest room, she looked around: "The team members have already gone down to extract the apartment monitoring, but, if there is no mistake, number 83 Agents did come here, but nothing was found here."

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

Got nothing.

The surveillance was dropped.

soon.

An agent found Natasha: "Sir, yesterday the surveillance system of the apartment was invaded by an external signal, and the monitoring was all modified. We 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 the eighty-third agent, which is the home of Leeds where Megan Vasi pretends to be a Canadian exchange student temporarily. .

The surveillance was hacked and modified by Agent No. 83.

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

The agent shook his head: "Sir, yesterday, Locke Broughton didn't come back at all. He didn't even turn on the lights. Naturally, there was no sound in the monitoring equipment, which was normal."

We don't know, but a secret agent sneaked in yesterday.

No one told us.

Although our monitoring agents are inherently shorter than the action agents, we can't go wrong and cover our heads with **** pots.

"etc."

Natasha frowned and looked at the surveillance 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 tracking the target. After the target left school yesterday, he went home with a classmate named Gwen Stacy, and, The mobile phone signal has also been positioned there, so you said that he had someone at home last night, and how would we know that the lights were not on, he didn't go home, and there was no sound, isn't it normal?"

He is the leader of the monitoring team this time.

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, what's up with us.

Natasha didn't intend to hear what the surveillance agent was saying, and asked directly, "Where is he now?"

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

The words did not fall.

Natasha has gone out in a hurry.

Without him.

Nick Fury from the command center spoke.

Let Natasha and Coulson bring Rock Broughton back.

Agent No. 83, he wants to see people in his life, and he wants to see corpses in death.

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

but……

Nick Fury's wish was obviously going to come to nothing.

Indeed, no one can make a big living person disappear from the earth without a trace, leaving no trace behind. After all, even if it is buried, it needs a place.

But Locke was open.

Agent No. 83 was lying quietly in the grid of Locke's inventory.

no way.

Locke originally planned to go to the Manhattan River to discard it after switching back to his avatar, but he didn't get home last night, so he was delayed.

It's not bad.

The time in the inventory is frozen, so there is no need to worry about keeping it for a long time, it will stink, rot, or even turn into a giant view or something.

When Locke woke up, he was refreshed.

After taking a shower, when he came to the living room from the second floor, Gwen's mother, Helen, had already made breakfast.

Bacon sandwiches, heated cocoa.

"Good morning, Helen, George."

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

As for the two boys who also got up, Locke directly ignored them.

Anyway, it's the background.

"What about Gwen?"

Locke pulled out the chair and sat down: "I see Gwen's room has been opened."

Helen handed a plate of bacon sandwiches to Locke and pointed upstairs: "I'm 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. When the words came to his lips, he changed his words in time: "Is there any coffee that tastes bourbon?"

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

Locke took the coffee that Helen handed over, said thank you~www.NovelMTL.com~ and then looked at George: "I assure you, I only have one ID, the age on the driver's license is clearly sixteen years old, No false documents were used."

Businesses who supply alcohol to people under the age of 21 will be severely punished.

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

Of course.

Locke also knew that George knew that he was drinking. After all, George had been to the Star Building.

but.

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

Last month, two daughters of President Bush, Jenner and Barbara, were arrested by the police because they were under the drinking age. They used other people's ID cards to buy alcohol and drink alcohol in public. charged.

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

After listening to Locke's words, George didn't say anything. He just picked up his coffee and smiled, "Thunder brand, good taste."

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

A bottle is not cheap.

A bottle of Franklin.

Let's put it this way.

George is now a police inspector, but his annual salary is only $70,000. Well, the money that Locke earns by spending two or three hours at night is almost George's annual salary, and it is much more than that.

Locke smiled and said, "When I'm twenty-one years old, if you want to drink, I'll give you a few bottles."

George laughed.

at this time.

Ding dong!

……

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like