Chapter 378： bourbon lock

A week later at Greenwood Cemetery.

With the light rain, the two coffins were placed smoothly. Locke and Gwen followed the crowd around the grave, and then walked to the side with Cindy and other students.

There is no pastor, no prayer, only a few friends of the Campbells before their death told about the Campbells they knew. In view of what happened in New York City during this time, and what happened to the Campbells, they did not even pray that the Campbells would go to heaven. from.

after all……

God will take care of this pot.

and.

"That **** Philip, cheap him."

Cindy, who wrapped her arms around her, took a sip and gritted her teeth: "That guy should stay in prison until he's old, and he won't be able to get parole for the rest of his life."

"It's better to be an electric chair then."

"You can't sit in the electric chair, it's too cheap for him."

"It's too cheap for him now."

"Yes."

Several classmates were discussing the reason. Yesterday, when Dolan was expedited at the local prosecutor's office, and after Philip testified in court, when he returned to the detention room, suddenly, The seven orifices were bleeding, and the expression was very painful. After the forensic examination, it was determined that the bleeding was caused by heart failure.

In the past, the media may have fancied the cause of Philip's death.

But this time, the strange silence still pointed the finger at the Dolan Church. Seeing that a day had passed, he directly pointed the finger at the jury that had not yet come up with a result. Several men in the staff are God's lackeys.

This is a picture I never imagined before.

This is not.

When the funeral was held here, I heard that the jury could no longer bear the pressure of public opinion when they returned last night. It seems that they have reached an agreement. Even the well-paid lawyers hired by the Dolan Group who failed to escape in time. They all told their clients that it was better to lie down.

"I don't know if the result will come out."

"It's out already."

Over there, Kahn, who was holding his mobile phone, looked at the messages sent by the classmates who were on the front line of the court, and said to Cindy and others: "The jury unanimously agreed that the local prosecutor brought thirteen charges, and also added A civil damages order requiring the Dolan Group to pay Jessica Campbell $5.85 million, including medical expenses."

"Sheet, no way."

"Flashy sent it from the court."

"Why did he go there?"

"He's now a trainee reporter for the Daily Bugle."

"Ok."

Gwen and Cindy looked at it and nodded: "This result should be acceptable to Jessica."

After all, the dead cannot be resurrected.

Those who are still alive have to look forward, and they can get $5.8 million in compensation. From a certain point of view, although they can't replace the Campbells, they can make up for the Campbells' regret that they can no longer accompany Jessica. .

but……

Cindy frowned and said, "Dolan Group, can you afford to pay this compensation?"

After all, the stock price of Dolan Group has fallen to even the price of papyrus. Moreover, the three real executives of Dolan Group have also fled the country. The judgment is like this, but whether it can be paid is another Another time.

This is not the same as Locke's compensation.

In the final analysis, from the beginning to the present, the four departments that paid the compensation to Locke are still embarrassed on the face of it, and they do not want to make things worse, so the payment of compensation is neat and crisp.

but……

Dolan Group?

He has no skin anymore, and it will be difficult if there is no money on the books.

Sam Malik walked over with the Joneses from not far away, listening to Cindy's worried words, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, they will compensate!"

Cindy looked at Sam and nodded, "That's good."

Since Sam said so, that's fine. After all, asking for an account is also a skill. If Malik goes out, Jessica's compensation will definitely not be missed.

Kahn looked at Sam: "Sam, can't we see Jessica yet?"

Cindy came back to her senses: "Yeah, can we go see Jessica?"

After the visit of Thaddeus Ross and Stephanie Malik from the military a week ago, although the words of the two were a little alarmist, it is true that Jessica is still in a coma, so the Joneses are still in Ross. Under the promise that the general can visit Jessica 24 hours a day, the military will take over the treatment and rehabilitation of Jessica.

but……

The Joneses could visit Jessica 24 hours a day, as could Sam, but not Locke and the others.

After all, it is a military base, not ordinary civilians, who can come and go at will.

Sam sat down towards Cindy and Kahn with an apologetic expression: "I've thought of a way, but the people over there don't agree, but I'll tell you about Jessica's current situation at any time."

Cindy said a little disappointedly.

after awhile.

As the funeral drew to a close, everyone began to leave.

"Ok?"

"What's wrong?"

Locke's eyes were never far away, and the desolate dimensional **** of Greenwood Cemetery who was standing in the distance watching him retracted his gaze, smiled at Gwen, and said, "Mr. Anonymous just sent a message."

Gwen's eyes lit up. After getting in the car, he looked at Locke: "Really, can you?"

Locke said, "Sure, but shall we wait for Sam and the Joneses?"

Military bases are naturally inaccessible to ordinary civilians.

But, is Locke a commoner?

There is no doubt that he is not. He also has the identity of Langley's unofficial special trainee agent. As we all know, Langley's cooperation with the military has always been close.

The cooperation between the two sides overseas can be said to be seamless and miserable...

Pooh!

It's intimate!

but……

Locke started the car, drove in the direction of New Jersey, and looked at Gwen curiously: "Don't you like that Langley and I are too close?"

In order to obtain this permission, he went to the military base through legitimate channels. In the words of Anonymous, he had gone through a lot of connections. Before Locke had officially joined Langley, he added Locke's name to the agent in Langley. in the database.

From a certain point of view.

Although Locke was still a trainee special unofficial agent, when he went to Langley, he was an official agent.

codename...

"Bourbon?"

After a blank-faced man in a black suit handed Locke a bag from the window, Gwen waited until the car was back on the road, opened the bag, looked at a document with the Langley headquarters pattern inside, looked at the name on it, and blinked. Blinking his eyes, he looked at Locke: "Is this code too random?"

Locke smiled and said, "Is there a 007 from MI6 at will?"

Gwen shook his head. "That's not it."

007, as soon as I heard it, it was similar to the one produced on the assembly line.

Bourbon?

Gwen blinked and smiled: "That's right, in such a comparison, your code name is obviously better than 007's."

At least it doesn't feel cheap.

Locke shook his head: "In order to get in, I'm one step closer to Langley."

Gwen smiled: "Locke, we are for friends, don't worry, I can understand you."

Locke laughed out loud.

In fact, although Anonymous said that it was difficult to get a certificate for Locke, Locke could feel that Anonymous was eager to get him a certificate. After all, Clyde Shelton spoke highly of him.

If it weren't for the fact that Locke had no intention of joining Langley for the time being, and if he had gone to Quantico to participate in the training camp, the overall score would have been assured of the first place.

hum!

R8 roared, and soon, after passing through a tree-lined road, I saw the gate of the built military base.

"stop!"

A soldier stopped Locke at the door: "Documents."

Locke handed over the Langley ID in his hand: "Look for Mandy."

Mandy is probably also a fake name, as mentioned above, one who cooperates with the military and belongs to Langley's official and operational contact stationed in the military.

The soldier looked at the certificate in his hand, and then looked at Locke's appearance.

"Hold on!"

"good."

Locke nodded towards the soldier, watched the soldier walk into the gate, and then said this to a soldier next to him, and by the way, pointed in Locke's direction.

"What are they doing?"

"Maybe I've never seen such a handsome Langley agent."

"..."

Gwen opened his mouth. Considering the occasion, he gave Locke a roll of eyes: "Maybe you think this document of yours is fake."

Locke chuckled.

five minutes later.

A lady in a small business suit with curly hair walked out of the base, then took the certificate from the soldier at the door, and finally looked at the Audi R8 parked at the door, and nodded with the soldier, Then, came over.

"Bourbon?"

Mandy approached the Audi R8, looked at Locke who came out of the driver's seat, smiled, and handed the document in his hand to Locke: "I still call you Locke Broughton?"

Locke smiled: "Am I famous?"

Mandy nodded: "Near New York City Is there anyone who doesn't know you, and doing intelligence work, you need to know about some famous people, but I didn't expect that Bourbon is you."

Locke shrugged: "Then can you tell me your real name?"

Mandy smiled in denial: "That won't work."

Locke also smiled and pointed to the inside of the base: "Can you go in now?"

Mandy nodded: "Of course, I can ask, this one in your co-pilot..."

"My assistant!"

"..."

Mandy looked at Locke, who didn't want to speak at all, pursed his lips, and shrugged: "Okay, you have the final say, Agent Bourbon, come in, I'll let them go."

Locke smiled and thanked him.

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