A Certain Marvel Super Player

The Kunshi fighter landed from under the clouds, and when he saw it, he saw the Yago below.

but……

There is no display on the radar.

If Stark Industries hadn't just sent the positioning coordinates, I'm afraid they would have thought that this place was just an empty sea, just like the few times they had flown before.

"here!"

Hill looked at the dozen or so people on the deck who were waving their hands excitedly after seeing them, and frowned: "What happened to the Yago and the Poseidon?"

after awhile.

The Quinjet landed directly vertically against the deck of the Yago, and the side door opened. After Hill led Natasha and a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents down, he said to the pilot: "Notify the New York Police Department, just say, The person has been found.”

The driver responded.

"correct."

Hill looked at Locke and Gwen over there, and added: "Tell Sheriff Stacey that her daughter is okay."

Because of what Nick Fury did previously, SHIELD's work in New York has come to a standstill.

The New York Police Department is a big family, and George Stacey is already a little head of the family. It just so happens that Hill has always wanted to repair the relationship with the New York Police Department. This information will be A nice restoration begins.

"Mr. Broughton."

Hill then looked at Locke and smiled: "We meet again."

Locke's expression was indifferent: "Why am I not surprised at all?"

Hill smiled and said: "The Poseidon belongs to the federal government. In theory, it is also within the jurisdiction of the Department of Homeland Security."

Locke shook his head: "No, you misunderstood what I meant."

"Yeah?"

"Um."

Locke said calmly: "The reason why I'm not surprised when I see you coming is because law enforcement agencies always wait until the story comes to an end before they belatedly clean up the battlefield, right?"

The hero defeats the villain, and after that, law enforcement agencies come out to clean up the situation.

This is routine procedure.

obviously.

Even SHIELD has no way to violate such procedures. On his side, he led others to play PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, and then quietly defeated the monsters alone. He did the hardest work, and then, S.H.I.E.L.D. came to clean up the floor.

fine.

He didn't enter the scene when he was fighting monsters. Otherwise, I'm afraid SHIELD wouldn't be here to clean up the place, but to kill people.

Hill didn't take Locke's hostility to heart.

After all, no matter what, in a legal sense, Locke was indeed abused by agents of SHIELD...and Homeland Security. If Locke had no feelings for them, Hill would be nervous. And confused yet.

at this time.

Natasha over there has led the SHIELD agents to the corridor where Locke fought before. Looking at the miserable scene in the corridor, even Natasha couldn't help but change her expression: "Hill, I Found the crew of the Yago, you won’t believe it.”

Hill couldn't help but change his expression after listening to Natasha's report. He looked at Locke on the deck, who was helping Gwen wrap a blanket: "Mr. Broughton, do you know where the crew of the Yago are going?" Where is it?"

Locke's expression was indifferent: "Just die."

Hill was slightly startled.

Locke smiled, pointed at the others, and looked at Hill: "We have not gone down since we arrived on the Yago. We saw the tentacles of the monster. For safety reasons, we have not gone down. I guess , when we arrived at the Yago, we didn’t meet a single crew member.”

Gwen said: "Yes, we have never gone down there."

Dylan seemed to have thought of something and pointed over there. He was tied with a rope and was still on the deck. He hadn't completely hung up yet. The tentacles with countless suckers were squirming and said: "That thing came from that monster." Cut off from the body.”

Made.

If it wasn't for that monster, they would have filled up the helicopter with fuel and left here long ago.

"correct."

Pepper looked at Hill and said: "About half an hour ago, the monster stopped moving, but please be careful. We originally wanted to leave in a lifeboat, but it was too dangerous."

Hill nodded towards Pepper: "We will, Ms. Potts, the lifeboat will be here soon."

The words fell.

What came was not a lifeboat, but a large transport plane.

Hill looked up and was slightly startled when he saw the number of the transport aircraft.

Boom!

The transport plane lowers the rope.

As another group of armed agents descended, a man wearing a suit, tie, and sunglasses also got out of the helicopter, took off his sunglasses, and walked towards Hill with a smile on his face: "Commander Hill, long time no see."

Gwen, wrapped in a blanket, looked at the group of people coming out and asked curiously: "Is it also the Department of Homeland Security?"

Locke shook his head: "CIA."

After listening to Locke's words, several people looked curiously at the middle-aged man in a suit shaking hands with Hill.

CIA.

spy.

The most mysterious agent.

The middle-aged man over there seemed to have heard Locke's words. He looked at Locke and seemed to have thought of something: "Locke Broughton? I'm right."

Locke nodded: "That's right."

Again.

The CIA knew that he was also normal. After all, after Nick Fury dragged the CIA into trouble, Locke directly fought back. For this reason, Director Langley who made the phone call to vouch for Nick Fury seemed to have resigned sadly and went to take charge of the CIA. Logistics warehouse.

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand toward Locke, a little curious: "Can I ask how you determined that I was Langley."

Locke glanced at the smiling man and the hand of friendship extended to him, and shook his hand: "Do you want to hear the simple one, or the complicated one?"

The middle-aged man shrugged: "How about something simple?"

Locke smiled and said: "Yes, intuition!"

"Ha ha!"

The middle-aged man smiled: "Intuition, a good intuition is very useful, what about complicated ones?"

Locke looked at the middle-aged man and said in a calm tone: "Wear sunglasses, a suit, well-groomed hair, expensive leather shoes, and if you and the people from Homeland Security don't deal with it, it's obvious that you are CIA!"

The middle-aged man looked down at his leather shoes and smiled: "You impress me, Mr. Broughton. Well, I am indeed from Langley, an insignificant little person. You can call me, Anonymous."

Locke raised an eyebrow.

anonymous.

These days, within the CIA, those who dare to say that they are anonymous are as obvious as many great people who like to pretend to be a provocateur.

Locke was thinking: "Sorry, Mr. Anonymous, I'm not interested in you."

He was only seventeen years old, and it was time to study hard and make progress every day. Although he knew that when he came to New York, he would definitely not be as carefree as Texas, but he was prepared.

One sentence.

No matter what your age, do whatever you do, earn as many points as possible, then work hard to save money, redeem your godhead, and go to outer space to find a beautiful place to lie down.

This is what Locke has not changed, of course, there have been changes.

Take Gwen with you and find a beautiful place in outer space to lie down together.

soon.

Not far away, a yacht broke through the fog and appeared in everyone's sight.

Lower the climbing ladder.

With the help of the rescuers who arrived, Locke and others left the Yago one by one and moved to the yacht. Then, after everyone arrived, they started their horsepower and headed towards the nearest land. , in the airport over there, a plane that can fly to New York at any time is ready.

Hill and Anonymous stood on the Yago, looking at the yacht that was speeding away, and withdrew their gaze.

"Mr. Anonymous."

"Commander Hill."

"There is a thick fog surrounding Locke Broughton. Why is Langley so happy to see Hunting Heart?"

"What is the name of your former director who faked his death and escaped from prison? Have you found him? Do you need Langley's help?"

"Director Nick Fury is dead."

"Yeah?"

Anonymous glanced at Hill, put on his sunglasses, and walked towards the cabin: "Do you believe me, Commander Hill?"

Hill frowned and followed: "I'm just reminding you, Mr. Anonymous, be careful if you hit a wall and get hurt!"

"Commander Hill, are you worried that I might snatch someone away from you before you come here?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. never lacks agents."

"That's right."

Anonymous nodded, acknowledging what Hill said, and then said: "Unfortunately, there are not many top agents in SHIELD. I really like Locke Broughton, but I am still considering whether to recruit him. "

Lorraine Broughton was originally my Langley Ace Agent, and her son would naturally be a CIA agent.

Went down the stairs.

Anonymous, with a smile on his face, couldn't help covering his nose with his hands after taking the first glance. Looking at the densely packed corpses and the sticky mucus in the corridor, he couldn't help but say : "Jesus God, what is happening here?"

A Langley agent looked at Anonymous: "Sir, there are more over here, and the picture is even more cruel."

"It reminds me of the massacre pits I found in Africa."

Anonymous said to Hill, who had a wonderful expression next to him, and then carefully stepped on the ground and arrived at the side of the Langley agent. He looked at the wheel room that had become a tomb and was stunned. Opening his mouth, deep shock flashed through his eyes: "Okay, this is the first time I've seen this scene."

Hill, who followed, looked at the wheel room filled with countless bloody corpses, and was completely shocked to the extreme.

at this time.

The SHIELD agent who had already found a way to restore the power of the Yago ship said through the headset: "Sir, the surveillance is out."

Hill: "..."