A Certain Marvel Super Player

In the monitoring room.

The system that has restored power is quickly playing back the surveillance.

but……

Something seemed to have collided with the bottom of the cabin of the Yago. As sea water poured in, the power of the entire Yago stopped immediately, and the monitoring system suddenly failed.

at this time.

"What's this……"

"Shet, shoot, shoot!"

"Tu tu tu tu!"

"Tu tu tu tu!"

"There's something in the bottom of the cabin, something!"

"Farke!"

In Hill's Aegis intercom channel, and in Nameless's intercom channel, the roars of their respective agents suddenly came, followed by the sounds of various weapons clanking.

after awhile.

Several surviving agents returned, reporting to Hill and the Nameless Hui who had arrived again with lingering fear: "There is a monster."

Hill and Nameless looked at each other.

The monster that attacked the Yago hasn't left yet?

However, when the mutated giant octopus with its head exploded was dug out by the overcoming ship and lifted into the air, Hill and Anonymous, who were on the deck of the Yago, looked at the missing octopus. When it came to the mutated giant octopus with numerous broken heads but still waving its tentacles, more confusion arose.

The mutated big octopus that was pulled up in the air was flying all over the sky with its numerous broken tentacles. Although the mutated big octopus had lost its head, its tentacles were not dead yet.

From the surveillance camera that only recorded a short period of time, they roughly knew what happened to the Yago.

But what happens next?

This head can disrupt the magnetic field and even block communications, but now it is a mutated giant octopus with its head shot off. What exactly did it experience on the Yago?

Hill couldn't help but have a person appear in his mind.

Locke Broughton.

but……

Hill shook his head directly. When he landed, he knew that neither Locke nor anyone else chose to go around to check after suddenly discovering that there was no one on the Yago, but stayed on the deck. Just like the protagonists in countless horror movies, they run to deliver them one by one.

And, at least, when Locke and others were refueling, the mutant octopus should still be alive and well. At that time, the mutant octopus even attacked the helicopter trying to keep them here.

"What happened?"

Hill frowned, thinking about the Poseidon, and looked directly at Natasha: "Has the Poseidon been found?"

Natasha nodded: "Found it, but... it has sunk. Only a few floating bodies were found on the sea. The rest probably sank to the bottom of the sea with the Poseidon."

Hill: "..."

There are nearly 3,700 people on the Poseidon, and the number on the Yago is almost the same. In other words, this time, a total of more than 7,000 people have stayed here forever.

This is big news.

Just block the news here?

Ah.

How to blockade it? This is not a matter of a few people, or dozens of people, but a matter of more than 7,000 people. Blockade is impossible.

but……

Hill's eyes moved up and landed on the mutated giant octopus with a big missing head that was still in mid-air, even if it lost its life, but still took away the lives of several agents. He looked at Anonymous and said, "The Poseidon encountered a huge wave and sank. We can’t hide the news about the missing crew members on the Yago, but we can hide this mutated giant octopus.”

I'm afraid that if the outside world knows what happened here, especially if the footage of the bottom cargo hold and the bottom tank is exposed, the media who are worried about the world's chaos will instantly fall into a carnival.

In fact.

The media has gone into a frenzy.

Countless media reporters crowded into New York's JFK Airport, trying to interview the survivors who had just learned about the Poseidon as soon as possible.

What?

Locke and others' flight back to New York should be kept secret?

According to conventional wisdom, this is indeed the case. However, the New York media has always been very powerful. If a reporter in Washington can know when a senator eats, then a reporter in New York can know when any aircraft arrives. Are there any newsmakers on the plane in New York doing anything worth reporting on?

Fortunately, those reporters were not able to enter the tarmac directly.

George and Helen came in.

And Cindy and Kahn’s dad and mom.

Helen looked at the sky anxiously: "Where's the plane? Why isn't it here yet? Something will happen again."

George opened his mouth next to him and looked at Helen. He was originally anxious, but for some reason he couldn't laugh or cry when hearing Helen's words: "My dear, they are flying on a special plane from the Department of Homeland Security. "

Helen glanced at George: "So what about Homeland Security? It's just like other law enforcement agencies. It only slanders good people."

George: "..."

Ever since the Department of Homeland Security helped S.H.I.E.L.D. take such a scapegoat, the Department of Homeland Security's reputation in New York has taken a turn for the worse, especially after Midtown College won the championship in the college chemistry knowledge competition. Following reports, people saw that Locke This was the name that came to mind, and then, this was the only impression I had of the Department of Homeland Security.

"Oh, it's that agency that likes to slander good people just like the FBI."

"..."

God is my witness, the Secretary of Homeland Security is already beginning to regret helping SHIELD take such a scapegoat.

This scapegoat lasted longer than he thought. In fact, as long as Locke appeared in the news once, the Department of Homeland Security would be pulled out and whipped once.

This time?

The Minister of Homeland Security looked at the list of survivors sent by his subordinates, looked at a name on the list, and leaned weakly on his chair.

I'm afraid, this time, the Department of Homeland Security will be dragged out and flogged by those damn media again.

after awhile.

The outline of a plane appeared in the sky.

Helen's eyes lit up and she was extremely excited: "Is it this one?"

George also looked up: "It should be."

On the plane.

After being rescued, they took a shower, had a quick physical examination, and put on new clothes. Locke and others took a special plane from the Department of Homeland Security and flew back to New York.

Gwen, wearing a fluffy and cute down jacket, straightened her ponytail and looked at JFK Airport getting closer and closer under the windshield: "Finally back."

Locke, who was sitting opposite and drinking a glass of bourbon, said nothing.

Originally, Locke couldn't drink bourbon, after all, his age was there, but with just one word from Locke, he was arranged to drink bourbon.

I had a damn narrow escape from death. What happened to me after a glass of bourbon?

Perfect reason.

Several agents from the Department of Homeland Security could not think of any reason for refusal. After reporting, they could only serve bourbon to Locke.

but……

"Mr. Broughton."

A land agent came over and looked at Locke and the wine glass in his hand: "We will land soon."

Locke glanced at the Homeland Agent, then at the remaining bourbon in his glass, drank it all, and handed the glass to the Homeland Agent: "Thank you."

The land agent twitched the corner of his mouth. He could swear that he had never seen such a cool person in his life. He dared to drink directly in front of the law enforcement team members, and they had no reason to refuse.

Gwen watched the land agent turn and leave, and whispered to Locke on the opposite side: "Aren't you afraid that they will stare at you, see you drinking, and arrest you directly?"

Locke shook his head: "No, because I will sue them for breaking into a house. My marksmanship is also good, but unfortunately, I don't have a gun license. If you are not afraid, there is Castle Law, and I have a team of lawyers."

When he turns eighteen next year, the first thing he has to do is to find George to apply for a gun license. By then, under the Home Law and the Castle Law, if a few more S.H.I.E.L.D. agents come and kill Locke at home, there will be no consequences. trouble.

If you break into a house without any search warrant, your death will be in vain. Locke was acting in self-defense.

Gwen laughed, automatically ignoring the murderous intent in Locke's words, and looked at the others, where Cindy and Kahn were already asleep.

Jennifer and Christine lowered their heads and whispered, while Robert sat in his seat and crossed his arms.

Dylan and Maggie were also talking quietly there, and Maggie's son, Connor, fell asleep leaning against the window.

Gwen came to her senses: "Pepper is not with us."

Locke said: "The status is rather special."

After several people were rescued, Tony Stark's plane came over and took the lead, taking Pepper and Happy away without following the Homeland Security plane.

Gwen nodded: "That's right. If the New York media knew that Stark Industries was also here, I'm afraid I could already imagine the dense crowd of reporters outside the airport."

While talking.

The plane touched the ground for a moment, and then, with a buzz, the plane landed and began to slow down.

after awhile.

The plane was taxiing, and after turning in a circle, it slowly headed towards the hangar not far away.

Everyone in the cabin had already unbuckled their seat belts, and it seemed that at the moment of landing, the long-lost smiles and joyful reunion were reflected in their expressions.

"I must have a good sleep after I go back."

"Me too, I'll sleep with him forever."

"Locke, find a place to have a drink?"

"..."

Locke looked at Robert who invited and Dylan who was blinking next to him. He chuckled, but looked at Robert and said, "It's not impossible. After all, Robert was once the mayor of New York. If we are caught, we should have something to do with him." Let’s settle it with the District Attorney.”

Robert laughed and said: "You are a hero, Locke. The prosecutor will not prosecute you because you drank."

Locke: "..."