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 in large numbers, and they also have a soft spot for black sports cars.

Is it that 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 in the FBI's hands. Are you looking for the wrong person."

Natasha, with her fiery red hair tied next to her, said, "We're not here for you, Inspector Stacy, we're here for Rock 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. "

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 to be from the FBI, I'm afraid you are coming directly with the title of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Coulson looked at Locke who appeared, and seemed to confirm once 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."

"..."

Wouldn't it be great to have a federal investigation? My husband is still an inspector of the NYPD.

Helen looked directly at George.

what please.

It was clear that he planned to take the person back, and then succumbed to the trick.

TV shows do that.

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, that'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."

"Gosh."

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 twitched uncontrollably.

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 when he was about to agree, George moved.

"Hold on."

George directly reached out and stopped Locke, who was about to go out with Coulson.

Looking at Coulson at the door: "The Star Building belongs to New York City, not the Federation."

Coulson frowned.

George turned his head directly, just about to ask Helen to bring his phone, but when he turned his head, he saw Gwen snorted and handed 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."

Colson: "..."

Natasha: "..."

Sometimes, it is not necessary to have a lot of people to be useful.

The rules on the surface are the most important.

In New York City, if any case occurs, the New York Police Department is the largest, otherwise, why is the New York Police Department called the first federal police department?

The FBI comes to New York City to abide by this rule.

The CIA is even more so. If the CIA is unwilling, the NYPD can completely legitimately 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.

Coulson and Natasha probably used the FBI's false testimony habit, 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, not more than a minute after George had just finished the phone call.

George was a police inspector after all.

And here is Manhattan, Manhattan, and a 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!"

"Um."

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 then looked at Locke: "Let's go, this time we can try what it's like to ride in a police car."

Locke: "..."

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

the reason is simple.

When George doesn't have any time, he'd rather drive his tattered hand car than drive a fancy police station car.

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.

...