A Certain Marvel Super Player

"kitchen!"

"Safety."

"Second floor!"

"Safety."

"study!"

"Safety."

Accompanied by a group of SHIELD agents, the upper and lower floors of the apartment were surrounded almost in a short period of time.

result.

empty.

but……

in the 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."

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 nothing wrong, number 83 Agents did come here, but nothing was found here."

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

Got nothing.

Surveillance was dropped.

soon.

An agent found Natasha: "Sir, yesterday the apartment's monitoring system was invaded by external signals, and the monitoring was all modified. We found the source of the external signals."

"where?"

"Brooklyn..."

"..."

Natasha frowned as she listened to the agent's reply. This clue is useless, because this address is Agent No. 83, 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 83.

Natasha looked up and looked at one of the agents who monitored 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, Rock Broughton didn't come back at all, and even the lights didn't turn on. Naturally, there was no sound in the monitoring equipment, which was normal."

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

Nobody told us.

Although our monitoring agents are naturally shorter than the action agents, we can't just put a shit pot on our heads if something goes wrong.

"and many more."

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, two of us are also tracking the target. The target went home with a classmate named Gwen Stacy after leaving school yesterday, 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.

In 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, 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 clearly going to fail.

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

But Locke is open.

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

no way.

Locke originally planned to go back to the avatar, and quietly ran to the Manhattan River to discard it at night, but he didn't get home last night, so he was delayed.

fine.

The time in the inventory is frozen, so you don't have to worry about keeping it for a long time, it will stink, rot, or even become a giant or something.

Locke woke up refreshed.

After washing up, when they came to the living room from the second floor, Gwen's mother, Helen, had already made breakfast.

Bacon sandwiches with externally 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 it.

It's the background anyway.

"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 smiled: "Where did your bourbon come from?"

Locke took the coffee that Helen handed over, thanked him, 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, and no false ID is used."

Businesses who serve 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 was Locke's answer to George and 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, just picked up his coffee and smiled, "Thunder brand, good taste."

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

A bottle is not cheap.

A bottle of Franklin.

Put it this way.

George is now a police inspector, but his annual salary is only $70,000. Well, the money that Locke makes for two or three hours at night is almost George's annual salary, and far more.

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!

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