Chapter 139： hero lock broughton

in the monitoring room.

The system that has regained power is rapidly replaying the monitoring.

but……

Something seemed to collide at the bottom of the cabin of the Yago. With the swarming in of the sea, the power of the entire Yago stopped directly, and the monitoring suddenly failed.

at this time.

"What's this……"

"Sheet, shoot, shoot!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"Tu Tu Tu!"

"There's something at the bottom of the cabin, there's something!"

"Fake!"

In Hill's Aegis intercom channel, as well as in Anonymous's intercom channel, there were suddenly the roars of their respective agents, and then the sounds of various weapons.

after awhile.

Several surviving agents returned, and with lingering fears, they reported to Hill and Anonymous Hui who had arrived here again: "There are monsters."

Hill and Anonymous looked at each other.

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

However, when the big mutant octopus whose head was blown out was dug out directly by the ship that came over and was lifted into the air, Hill and Anonymous, who were on the deck of the Yago, looked at the missing octopus. When the head and the mutated octopus with countless fractures but still waving tentacles, there was more confusion.

The mutated octopus that was lifted in mid-air was flying all over the sky with its countless broken tentacles. Although the mutated octopus lost its head, his tentacles were not dead yet.

From the surveillance that only recorded a short picture, they roughly knew what happened to the Yago.

But what about after?

This head can disturb the magnetic field and even block communication, but now it is a big mutant octopus whose head has been shot. What happened on the Yago?

A person couldn't help but appear in Hill's mind.

Rock Broughton.

but……

Hill shook his head directly. Just when he landed, he knew that whether it was Locke or anyone else, after suddenly finding that there was no one on the Yago, they didn't choose to check everywhere, but stayed on the deck. Just like the protagonists in countless horror movies, they ran to deliver them one by one.

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

"What exactly happened?"

Hill frowned, thinking in his heart, there was also the Poseidon, and looked directly at Natasha: "Have you found the Poseidon?"

Natasha nodded: "I found it, but... it has already sunk. Only a few corpses were found on the sea surface. The rest will probably sink to the bottom of the sea with the Poseidon."

Hill: "..."

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

This is big news.

Just block the message here?

Ah.

How to block, this is not a problem of a few people or dozens of people, but more than 7,000 people. It is impossible to block.

but……

Hill's eyes moved upwards, and he landed on the mutated octopus without a big head that was still in mid-air even if he lost his life, but still took the lives of several agents. I can't hide it, Yago, the news of the crew's disappearance can't be hidden, but we can hide this big mutant octopus."

I am afraid that if the outside world knows what happened here, especially if the images of the bottom cargo hold and the bottom cabin are exposed, the media who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, I am afraid that they will instantly fall into a carnival.

In fact.

The media are already in a frenzy.

Countless media reporters huddled in New York's JFK Airport, trying to interview the survivors from the Poseidon who had just been informed for the first time.

What?

Locke and others flew back to New York, should it be kept secret?

According to conventional principles, this is indeed the case. However, the New York media have always been very knowledgeable. If a reporter in Washington can know when a senator eats, then a reporter in New York can know that any plane arrives. Are there any news personalities on the plane in New York that are worth reporting?

Fortunately, those reporters did not have direct access to the tarmac.

George and Helen came in.

And Cindy and Kahn's dad and mom.

Helen looked at the sky anxiously: "What about the plane, why hasn't it come yet? It won't happen again."

George opened his mouth beside him and looked at Helen. He was anxious in his heart, but he didn't know why he was dumbfounded when he heard Helen's words: "Honey, they are on a special plane from the Homeland Security Agency. "

Helen glanced at George: "What about the Homeland Security Agency? It's still like other law enforcement agencies. It will only slander good people."

George: "..."

Since the Homeland Security Agency helped S.H.I.E.L.D. to carry such a black pot, the reputation of the Homeland Security Agency in New York has taken a sharp turn for the worse, especially after Midtown University won the championship of the college chemistry quiz. With reports, people saw Locke. The name thought of this matter, and then, the impression of the Homeland Security Agency is only one.

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

"..."

God testifies, the Secretary of Homeland Security is already starting to regret helping SHIELD take such a black cauldron.

This black pot is longer than he thought, and even, as long as Locke appears in the news once, then the Homeland Security Bureau will be pulled out and whipped once.

This time?

The head of the Department of Homeland Security, looking at the list of survivors sent by his subordinates, looking at a name on the list, leaned back in his chair weakly.

I'm afraid, this time, the Homeland Security Bureau will be pulled out and whipped by the damned media.

after awhile.

The silhouette of an airplane appeared in the sky.

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

George also looked up: "It should be."

on the plane.

After being rescued, they arranged to take a shower, did a quick medical examination, and changed into new clothes. After that, Locke and the others flew back to New York on the special plane of the Department of Homeland Security.

Wearing a fluffy and cute down jacket, Gwen tidied up her ponytail and looked under the windshield, getting closer to JFK Airport: "Finally back."

Locke, who was sitting across from him drinking a glass of bourbon, did not speak.

Originally, Locke couldn't drink bourbon, after all, his age was there, but with a word from Locke, people arranged for bourbon.

I've escaped from the dead, drinking a bourbon, what's the matter?

Perfect reason.

Several agents of the Department of Homeland Security couldn't think of any reason for refusal. After reporting it, they could only give Locke a bourbon.

but……

"Mr Broughton."

A homeland agent came over and looked at Locke and the wine glass in his hand: "We'll land right away."

Locke glanced at the homeland agent, then glanced at the bourbon left in his glass, drank it, and handed the cup to the homeland agent: "Thank you."

The homeland agent twitched his lips. He dared to swear that he had never seen him in his life. He was so stupid that he dared to drink directly in front of the law enforcement team members, but they had no reason to refuse underage.

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

Locke shook his head: "No, because I'll sue them for trespassing. My marksmanship is also good, but unfortunately, I don't have a gun license. If you're not afraid, there's also the Castle Law. Besides, I have a team of lawyers."

When I turn eighteen next year, the first thing to do is to get George to apply for a gun permit. At that time, under the Homeland Law and the Castle Law, there will be a few more SHIELD agents, and Locke will be killed at home, and there will be no one. trouble.

Without any search warrant, it is to break into the house privately, and it is a vain death to die. Locke is here in self-defense.

Gwen laughed, automatically ignoring the inadvertent murderousness in Locke's words, and looking at the others, Cindy and Kahn were already falling asleep there.

Jennifer and Kristin lowered their heads and whispered, while Robert sat in his place with his arms crossed.

Dylan and Maggie were also whispering over there. Maggie's son, Connor, was asleep by the window.

Gwen returned to his senses: "Pepper wasn't with us."

Locke said: "Is it a special identity."

After several people were rescued, Tony Stark's plane had already come over, took a step forward, and left with Pepper and Happy directly, and did not follow the plane of the Department of Homeland Security.

Gwen nodded: "That's right, if the media in New York were to know that Stark Industries is here, I'm afraid I can already imagine the densely packed reporters outside the airport."

talking room.

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

after awhile.

The plane was in the taxiing phase After making a circle, it slowly approached the hangar not far away.

Everyone in the cabin has already unfastened their seat belts, and it seems that at the moment of landing, the long-lost smile and the joy of reunion are reflected in their expressions.

"I must have a good night's sleep when I go back."

"Me too, sleeping with him for a long time."

"Locke, find a place for a drink?"

"..."

Locke looked at Robert who was inviting him, and Dylan who was blinking next to him, hehe smiled, but looked at Robert: "It's not impossible, Robert was the mayor of New York after all, if we get caught, it should have something to do with it. Let the ground inspector reconcile."

Robert laughed and said, "You are a hero, Locke. The District Attorney will not sue you for drinking."

Locke: "..."