A Certain Marvel Super Player

What?

Can't call the police?

Why can't you call the police? This is a general rule.

Moreover, in the federation, this is even more true, especially for a wealthy taxpayer like Locke who pays taxes on time and even pays a relatively small amount. He is very qualified and should enjoy the highest level of protection.

If a bug is installed in the home, and the police are not contacted, then what is the meaning of the existence of the New York Police Department, let alone a senior police officer like George Stacey, what is the meaning of his existence? ?

After all, the taxpayers paid George a salary, not just to chase the Wushuang assassin with nothing to do all day long.

Thinking of this, Locke felt even more uncomfortable.

George even got promoted twice in a row. Basically, it was because of him that he put the credit in George's mouth to get George promoted.

And how George repaid him.

From a certain point of view, George, taking his salary as a taxpayer, and then arresting him?

Speechless!

Locke thought so in his mind, so it's time to find something serious for George to do. Don't think about catching him all day long. Just dream occasionally. Dreaming every day is not healthy.

soon.

It was almost three minutes after Locke put down the phone and reported the crime.

Two police officers who were patrolling the night on Fifth Avenue arrived here.

Locke grabbed the anti-eavesdropping device in his hand and said, "The device told me that my home was bugged again, so I called the police directly."

The two police officers looked at each other: "Again?"

Locke nodded: "Yes, last year, people from the Department of Homeland Security installed a bug in my house without any court authorization, and then I sued me."

The two police officers looked at Locke, who was wearing a suit and had blond hair. They seemed to have thought of something. They grabbed the walkie-talkie on their shoulders and called.

"What?"

After dinner at home, George, who was drinking the whiskey in his hand, spit out the whiskey in his mouth with a pop. Then, Gwen and Helen, who were cleaning up the restaurant over there, watched and coughed twice. , said with some disbelief: "What, was bugged again? Have you found it?"

after awhile.

George said, I'll be there soon, and then put down the phone and the wine glass in his hand.

Helen and Gwen looked at each other across the kitchen.

Gwen was a little curious: "Dad, you are already a senior police officer. I think you should learn to let go and arrest the Wushuang assassin. We support you, but in this kind of eavesdropping case, why do you need to..."

George was wearing a coat and seemed to be trying to persuade Gwen, who was trying to persuade him. His tone was neither salty nor cool: "Your boyfriend called the police and said that the house was bugged again."

Gwen was speechless for a moment, and then blinked: "What, Locke?"

George then forced a smile on his face: "But my daughter cares about me so much, so I won't go. Anyway, she is not an unparalleled assassin, so she can't do anything..."

Gwen didn't wait for George to finish, she just hissed, already changed her shoes, grabbed George's car keys next to her, then opened the door, her face anxious: "Dad, hurry up."

George opened his mouth. Didn't he just say that such a small eavesdropping case did not require the appearance of his senior police officer?

how?

Helen over there looked at George's expression and shook her head speechlessly. It had been so long, and it was obvious that George still didn't seem to clearly understand his position in the heart of his precious daughter.

Gwen looked at George, who was standing motionless, with an anxious look on his face. He walked over directly, took George, who had not yet changed his shoes, and ran out the door: "Hurry up, Dad, it's too late."

George was in a daze for a while, and finally realized clearly that the caring little down jacket he once had had completely turned into a leaky and black-hearted quilted jacket.

When George came back to his senses, he looked at Gwen driving the car with the corner of his mouth twitching, and couldn't help but said: "Slow down, the police officer has passed, he can't die."

Gwen turned her head and glared at George.

George was completely frightened and pointed to the road ahead: "Slow down, slow down, watch the road!"

Gwen came back to her senses, and then, looking at the car in front of her that was almost touching her buttocks, she turned the steering wheel and ran directly into the left lane, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

George didn't want to speak anymore, and at the same time, he felt in a trance and felt a little magical.

Who is eyeing that wild boar again?

By the way...

Is that wild boar that capable of causing trouble? Why is he being bugged all day long? Who is he? Apart from being handsome, rich, and knowledgeable, what qualifications does he have to let others bug him? ?

Is it the Department of Homeland Security again?

George was stunned for a moment, took out the phone from his pocket, and directly dialed the number of the so-called special agent supervisor of the Department of Homeland Security, Commander Victoria Hand.

Then.

Commander Victoria Hand was also in a daze when she heard the purpose of George's call.

What the hell?

"Locke Broughton was bugged again?"

Victoria Hand frowned: "My impression is that there is no surveillance operation. For any surveillance operation, we have a warrant from the federal court."

George said suspiciously: "Really, it's not you, who is that? Langley?"

etc.

Langley?

George suddenly thought of Mr. Anonymous, who seemed to be interested in Locke. In other words, this eavesdropping operation would not be Langley's investigation of Locke.

but……

Before the action even started, Locke overturned the table.

How does this count?

Ms. Victoria Hand over there shook her head and said: "I don't know about this, but if possible, can the Department of Homeland Security come and take a look?"

"no!"

George came back to his senses: "I won't misunderstand you. I'm afraid that Locke will probably misunderstand that it's you again. When the time comes, your Department of Homeland Security will be sued in court. I think even if you don't admit it, the jury will think it's you. You He has this record."

Ms. Victoria Hand: “…”

Star Building.

Locke sat at the bar, drinking the vodka disguised as cold water in his glass.

This is not about meeting the occasion.

But the color of vodka looks like water. If the color of bourbon is also transparent, Locke will definitely drink bourbon.

More than a dozen police officers were scanning the house with scanners, like clearing mines, looking for bugs in the house.

presumably……

The KGB's claws must be numb at this moment.

Locke thought in his mind.

He was no longer a virgin. Someone had already let a bug out of his house once. He had special anti-bug equipment, which was reasonable, and he had purchased it at the right time.

If the KGB thought that he would not call the police if he found a bug, then it was obvious that the KGB thought of him too complicatedly.

Locke has always been simple and rough in everything he does.

No matter whether his mother is really a KGB agent, even if she is, does it have anything to do with Locke?

Locke was not a KGB agent, so he was not afraid of shadows. Moreover, his seventeen-year-old child saw the bug and didn't want to call the police. What did he want to do?

Counterattack?

Give me a break.

Therefore, Locke called the police without any psychological pressure.

at this time.

Gwen walked in from outside, shouted, and then quickly ran towards Locke at the bar and hugged Locke: "Are you okay?"

Locke held the vodka in his hand, glanced at George who also walked in from outside, nodded with a smile, and then said to the nervous Gwen: "It's okay. After I got home, I turned on the detector and found something was wrong. I immediately called the police.”

Gwen looked worried: "The security of the Star Building is really bad. Why do I feel like it is useless at all?"

Locke's mouth twitched.

He felt the same way, but the players who came into his house were at least a diamond, and the security guards at the Star Building were at a gold at the most.

Putting himself in his shoes, Locke felt relieved.

This is not the fault of the security of the Star Building. They are either from SHIELD or the League of Assassins. This time, they are from the KGB. These three players all beat the security of the Star Building and cannot be compared.

"George."

"Beckett?"

George, who was about to come over and ask what was going on, suddenly heard someone calling him. Then, following his gaze, he saw Beckett coming down the spiral staircase on the second floor. He frowned: " Did you call the police?"

Beckett said: "I happened to be downstairs, looking for a writer who stole my evidence to go back for coffee, so I came up to see what was going on."

A case she was investigating in the past few days may have involved a crime novelist. Moreover, when she invited the crime novelist to investigate, her evidence was taken away. This is a crime. Therefore, Beckett went straight to the stars. Building, I planned to invite the crime novelist Richard Cassell back for coffee.

"Give."

Beckett came over and handed the evidence bag in his hand to George: "It's of spy quality. It's impossible for ordinary detectors to detect it."

To be precise.

Generally, cheap detectors cannot detect it.

fine.

Locke was the most expensive one to buy at the time, and it was produced by Stark Security Industries. A Stark product must be a high-quality product. The salesperson at that time was demonstrating the CIA's latest eavesdropping equipment in front of this detector. , an unobstructed view!

George grabbed the evidence bag, looked at the spy-level bug inside, nodded, and then looked at Locke with some wonder: "What trouble have you caused again?"

"dad!"

Gwen suddenly became unhappy: "How could it be Locke who caused the trouble? Someone must be trying to frame Locke. It must be the FBI. They must be holding a grudge and thinking that the limelight is over and want to give Locke some color. If Locke is a Ordinary people would have been thrown into Guantanamo Bay by them long ago, that's what they do."

FBI senior director Colin appeared at the door: "..."