"dad."

When the doorbell was almost ringing, Gwen, who was practicing in a sportswear and wearing a few beads of sweat on his forehead, also walked down from the attic leading to the roof: "There are several black sports cars downstairs."

George, who stood up and was about to open the door, frowned.

Locke also raised his eyebrows inadvertently.

Federal law enforcement agencies, such as the CIA or the FBI, all like to travel with a large crowd, and also have a special liking for black sports cars.

So fast?

Locke thought in his heart.

George, who was there, also walked to the door and opened it.

Enjoy the eyes.

George looked at the door, a man and a woman standing, frowned: "You are..."

Phil Colson, who has a pure and honest face, took out his federal documents: "Inspector Stacey, we are from the FBI."

George said: "I'm not under the FBI's jurisdiction. Have you found the wrong person?"

Natasha, who had her red hair next to her, said, "We are not here to find you, Inspector Stacey, we are here to find Rock Broughton, he is here to you."

Gwen, who was standing behind George, heard this and looked at Locke.

Looking for Locke?

FBI?

After hearing this, Locke got up, walked to the door, frowned, and looked at the two acquaintances at the door, Phil Colson and Natasha Romanov: "I am Locke."

Same as he thought.

It was not in the name of S.H.E.L.D., but in the name of the FBI.

Can.

It’s good if you are from the FBI, but you are afraid that you will come directly with the title of S.H.E.L.D.

Colson looked at Locke who appeared and seemed to confirm again: "Locke Broughton?"

Locke nodded, "Yes, it's me."

Colson smiled: "Mr. Broughton, there is a disappearance case. We want to ask you to go back and assist us in the investigation."

“Missing?”

"What's missing?"

This time, even Gwen's mother Helen came to the door. After hearing this, she asked with some concern: "How old is it? Where did it happen?"

Colson smiled: "Sorry, federal investigation."

“…”

Is it amazing for federal investigations? My husband is still a police supervisor at the New York Police Department.

Helen looked straight to George.

What please.

It was clearly planned to take the person back, and then, he was scolded.

This is how TV series are performed.

This is not possible. Tonight, it's the dance party at Midtown College. Gwen has been looking forward to tonight since Rock invited her.

George accepted his wife's eyes and nodded without leaving any trace, looking at Colson at the door: "Federal case handling is a federal case, so where did this case happen?"

"Star Building."

“…?”

"What?"

"Last night, we had a famous agent who disappeared in Apartment 2801, the Star Building where Mr. Rock Broughton was located."

"Oh my God."

Gwen, who was standing next to Rock, couldn't help but cover his mouth, and then looked at Rock, "Fortunately, you didn't go back yesterday."

Colson couldn't help but thrust his eyelids.

He didn't go back, is that the point?

Their agents are missing, and that's the point.

Colson said directly: "Lock Broughton, please cooperate with our work, please."

Locke did not make any moves, nodded, and just as he was about to agree, George had made moves.

"Slow down."

George directly reached out and stopped Locke who was about to leave with Colson, and looked at Colson at the door: "The Star Building belongs to New York City, not to the Federal one."

Colson frowned.

George turned his head and was about to ask Helen to bring his phone number, but when he turned his head, he saw Gwen slamming and handing his phone in front of him.

Gwen had a hint of nervousness on his face: "Dad, we're going to the dance party tonight."

George pulled the corner of his mouth and directly called the New York Police Department.

soon.

George put down the phone and looked at Colson at the door, ignoring the dozen agents behind Colson: "The Star Building is under the jurisdiction of my New York Police Department. The case that happened in the Star Building is your FBI. We don't give it to you. You can't rob it in New York. This case is mine."

Colson: “…”

Natasha: “…”

Sometimes, it is not necessarily useful if there are too many people.

The rules on the surface are the most important.

In New York City, the New York Police Department is the biggest case. Otherwise, why would the New York Police Department call it the First Federal Police Department?

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

The CIA is even more so. If the CIA is unwilling, the New York Police Department can completely reasonably and legally implement the CIA's stronghold in New York City.

Because from a clear perspective, the CIA is external and cannot carry out any action within the federal territory.

As for FBI?

Although the FBI mainly targets domestically, it is all targeting interstate criminal cases. Before there is no evidence to prove that this is an interstate criminal case, if the New York Police Department does not want to give the case, the FBI will not be able to take it away at all.

Obviously.

Colson and Natasha probably used to using the FBI's fake certificates and forgot that this is New York City, not other cities in the federal territory.

Almost as George finished saying this.

A whine came over, no more than a minute after George had just finished the phone call.

George is a police inspector after all.

Moreover, it is Manhattan, and it is also a police inspector. The fastest speed of police dispatch is maintained within one minute, which is normal. If it exceeds one minute, it is even late.

"Sir!"

"Sir!"

"Um."

George took out his clothes, turned his head 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 will not delay your party, don't worry."

Gwen then breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Locke, and said with a smile: "I believe Locke must be blue and white."

George smiled, kissed Helen's forehead, and looked at Locke: "Let's go, this time you can try what it feels like to be in a police car."

Locke: "…"

The last time Rock and George went to the shooting range to shoot, the topic was what it felt like to sit in a police car.

The reason is very simple.

When George didn't have any, he would rather drive his own messy hand car than drive a high-end car in the police station.

soon.

George and Locke sat behind the police car and headed towards the police station with a whine.

Colson and Natasha looked at each other.

like……

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