Chapter 257： Do not play cards according to the routine

What?

Can't call the police?

Why can't you call the police and call the police when you encounter difficulties? This is a common rule.

Moreover, in the Federation, it is even more so, especially for a wealthy taxpayer like Locke who pays taxes on time, and even the tax amount is not small. He is very qualified and should enjoy the highest level of protection.

The house was bugged, and if the police were not called, then, what is the meaning of the existence of the New York Police Department, let alone a senior police superintendent like George Stacy, what is the meaning of his existence? ?

After all, the taxpayer paid George his salary, not because he had nothing to do all day long, he knew he was chasing after the unparalleled assassin.

Thinking of this, Locke felt even more uncomfortable.

George had even, basically, twice in a row, put the credit to George's lips, and then let George get promoted.

And how did George repay him.

In a way, George, take his salary as a taxpayer, and then arrest him?

Speechless!

Locke thought so in his heart, so it's time to find some serious things 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 case.

Two police officers who were driving the night patrol on Fifth Avenue came here.

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

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

Locke nodded: "Yes, last year, someone from the Homeland Security Agency installed a bug in my home without any court authorization, and then I sued."

The two police officers looked at Locke, who was wearing a suit and had blond hair in front of him. It seemed that they thought of something. They grabbed the walkie-talkie on their shoulders, and it was a call.

"what?"

After dinner at home, George, who was drinking the whisky in his hand, spat out the whisky in his mouth with a puff. Then, Gwen and Helen, who were cleaning up the restaurant over there, watched and coughed twice. , said in disbelief: "What, was it eavesdropped again? Did you find it?"

after awhile.

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

Helen and Gwen looked at each other from the kitchen.

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

George was wearing a coat, and Gwen, who seemed to be convincing him, said in a neutral tone: "Your boyfriend called the police and said yes, the house has been bugged again."

Gwen was at a loss for words, and then blinked: "What, Locke?"

George immediately squeezed a smile on his face: "But my daughter cares about me so much, so I won't go. Anyway, it's not a peerless assassin, so I can't have a case..."

Gwen didn't wait for George to finish speaking, and with a bang, he had already changed his shoes, grabbed George's car key next to him, and opened the door with a worried expression: "Dad, hurry up."

George opened his mouth, didn't he just say that such a small case of eavesdropping does not require his presence as a senior police supervisor?

how?

Helen over there looked at George's expression and shook her head speechlessly. It's been a long time. Obviously, George doesn't seem to have a clear understanding of his position in the heart of his precious girl.

Gwen looked at George, who was standing still, with an anxious expression on his face, and walked over directly, pulling George, who had not changed his shoes, and ran out the door: "Come on, Dad, it's too late."

George was in a trance for a while, and finally realized that his once intimate down jacket had completely turned into a black-hearted jacket.

When George came back to his senses, he was already looking at Gwen who was driving the car with a twitching mouth, and couldn't help but said, "Slow down, the policeman has passed, he can't die."

Gwen turned his head and glared at George.

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

Gwen regained his senses, then, looking at the car in front that was about to touch his butt, he spun the steering wheel and ran directly to the left lane, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

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

Who is this looking at that wild boar again?

Speaking of...

That wild boar, can it be so troublesome? Why is he being eavesdropped all day long? Who is he? Apart from being handsome, rich, and knowledgeable, what qualifications does he have for others to eavesdrop on him? ?

Is it Homeland Security again?

George was taken aback for a moment, took out the phone from his arms, and directly dialed the so-called special agent director of the Department of Homeland Security, Commander Victoria Hand.

Then.

Commander Victoria Hand was also a little dazed when he heard George's call.

what the hell?

"Rock Broughton was bugged again?"

Victoria Hand frowned: "I have the impression that there is no surveillance operation. For any surveillance operation, we have an authorization order from the Federal Court."

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

etc.

Langley?

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

but……

Before this action started, Locke directly overturned the table.

How does this count?

Ms. Victoria Hand over there shook her head and said, "This, I don't know, but if possible, can Homeland Security come to the door to take a look?"

"no!"

George returned to God: "I won't misunderstand you, I'm afraid that Locke will misunderstand you again. At that time, your Homeland Security Bureau will be charged in court again. I think, even if you don't admit it, the jury will think it's yours. You There is this record."

Ms. Victoria Hand: "..."

Star Building.

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

This is not for occasion.

Instead, 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 demining, searching for the bugs in the house.

presumably……

The KGB is already numb at this moment.

Locke thought so.

He is no longer in the office. He has been bugged once at home. He has special anti-bugging equipment, which is reasonable and reasonable, and the purchase time is also right.

If the KGB thinks that he has found a bug and will not call the police, then it is obvious that the KGB has overcomplicated his thinking.

Locke's work has always been simple and rude.

No matter whether his mother is really a KGB agent, even if it is, does it have a half-money relationship with him?

Locke is not a KGB agent, and he is 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?

Anti-kill?

Give me a break.

Therefore, Locke called the police without any psychological pressure.

at this time.

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

Locke held the vodka in his hand, glanced at George who also walked in from the outside, nodded with a smile, and then said to the nervous Gwen: "It's okay, when I get home, I turn on the detector and find that something is wrong. I immediately called the police."

Gwen looked worried: "The security of Xingchen Building is also true, how do you feel, it is useless at all."

Locke's mouth twitched.

He also felt the same way, but, who let the players who came into his house have at least a diamond rank, and the security guard of the Xingchen Building, at most, a gold.

Thinking differently, Locke was relieved.

This is not the fault of the security of the Xingchen Building, either from S.H.I.E.L.D. or from the Assassin League. This time, it is from the KGB. These three players are all from the security of the Xingchen Building, which is incomparable.

"George."

"Beckett?"

George, who was about to come over there and asked what was going on, suddenly heard someone calling him, and then, following his gaze, he saw Beckett walking down the spiral staircase on the second floor, frowning: " Did you call the police?"

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

A case she has been investigating these days may involve a crime novelist. Moreover, she invited the crime novelist to investigate and even took away her evidence. This is a crime, so Beckett killed Xingchen directly. The mansion, intending to invite the crime novelist Richard Cassel back for coffee.

"give."

Beckett came over and handed George the evidence bag in his hand: "Spy quality, ordinary detectors are impossible to detect."

To be precise In general, cheap detectors cannot detect them.

It's not bad.

Locke was the most expensive one he bought at that time, and it was also produced by Stark Security Industries. It was produced by Stark. It must be a high-quality product. At that time, the salesman was holding the latest CIA eavesdropping equipment for demonstration. In front of this detector , at a glance!

George grabbed the evidence bag, looked at the spy-grade wiretap inside, nodded, and then looked at Locke in a miraculous way: "What's the matter with you?"

"dad!"

Gwen was suddenly unhappy: "How could it be Locke who caused trouble, someone must want to frame Locke, it must be the FBI, they must be holding grudges, thinking that the limelight has passed, and want to give Locke a little color, if Locke is a Ordinary people would probably have been thrown into Guantanamo by them long ago, and that's what they did."

Colin, senior director of the FBI, who appeared at the door: "..."