A Certain Marvel Super Player

"dad."

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

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

Locke also raised his eyebrows inadvertently.

Federal law enforcement agencies, such as the CIA, or the FBI, they all like to travel with a large number of people, and they also have a special liking for black sports cars.

Is it so 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 stood, frowning: "You are..."

Phil Coulson, with a pure and honest face, took out his federal documents: "Inspector Stacy, we are from the FBI."

George said, "I'm not under the control of the FBI. Did you find the wrong person?"

Natasha, with her fiery red hair tied next to her, said, "We're not here to find you, Inspector Stacy, we're here to find Locke Broughton, he's here with you."

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

Looking for Locke?

FBI?

After hearing this sentence, 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 good that it's from the FBI. I'm afraid you came here directly under the title of S.H.I.E.L.D.

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

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

Coulson showed a smile: "Mr. Broughton, there is a disappearance case, 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 worriedly, "How old is it, and where did it happen?"

Coulson smiled: "Federal investigation, sorry."

"..."

Is the federal investigation great? My husband is still an inspector of the New York Police Department.

Helen looked directly at George.

What please.

It was clear that he planned to take the person back, and then he made a fool of himself.

That's what TV shows do.

This can't be done. Tonight, it's the Midtown High School dance. Gwen has been looking forward to tonight since Locke invited her.

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

"Xingchen Building."

"...?"

"what?"

"Last night, one of our agents went missing at Apartment 2801, Star Building, where Mr. Locke Broughton was."

"OMG."

Gwen, who was standing next to Locke, couldn't help covering his 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 agents are missing, that's the point.

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

Locke didn't do anything, nodded, and just as he was about to agree, George moved.

"Wait a minute."

George stretched out his hand to stop Locke, who was about to go out 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, just as he was about to ask Helen to bring his phone, but when he turned his head, he saw Gwen snort and hand his phone to him.

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

George twitched the corners of his mouth and called the NYPD directly.

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's your FBI, we don't give it, you can't rob it in New York, this case is mine."

Coulson: "..."

Natasha: "..."

Sometimes, it is not necessary to have a large number of people.

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 follows this rule when it comes to New York City.

The CIA is even more so. If the CIA is unwilling, the New York Police Department can completely and legally take over the CIA's stronghold in New York City.

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

As for the FBI?

Although the FBI is mainly aimed at the country, it is all aimed at cross-state crime cases. Before there is no evidence to prove that it is a cross-state crime case, if the New York Police Department does not want to give the case, the FBI can’t take it away.

Obviously ~www.NovelMTL.com~ Coulson and Natasha probably used the FBI's false testimony, forgetting that this is New York City, not other cities in the federal territory.

Almost as soon as George finished saying this.

A whimper came over, not more than a minute after George had just finished the phone call.

George is a police inspector after all.

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

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

"Ok."

George took out his clothes and 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, it won't delay your party, 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 looked at Locke: "Let's go, let's try a police car this time."

Locke: "..."

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

the reason is simple.

When there is no time for George, he would rather drive his tattered hand-held car than the high-end car of the police station.

soon.

George and Locke sat in the back of the police car and walked towards the police station with a wow.

Coulson and Natasha looked at each other.

like……

there is a problem.

……