Chapter 523： what do you want

Not far away, George, who was dressed in casual clothes, was chatting with a person. Through the chatting and laughing expressions of the two, there was no doubt that that person should also be George's companion.

"dad?"

"..."

When George was chatting with a friend who came from the San Francisco Police Department, he suddenly heard Gwen's voice, turned his head, looked at Gwen, and said with surprise: "Gwen?"

next second.

George saw Locke who came with Gwen: "...Sheet, why are you here?"

Locke: "..."

What do you mean?

George...wouldn't have believed Maria Hill's nonsense, he would have been assimilated directly.

Locke's face darkened.

Gwen was also slightly taken aback, and looked at George: "Dad, what are you talking about, why can't Locke be here."

George looked around nervously, thinking that some time ago, Maria Hill made an analysis and reasoning for him, and explained to him sincerely that she didn't want Lalock to join the team, but simply The main reason to be wary of Locke reluctantly smiled: "I saw it wrong, I saw it wrong."

Locke was speechless.

Gwen was speechless after listening to George's perfunctory explanation: "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

George laughed dryly, thought for a while, and said sorry to Locke, then, looking at Gwen, he changed the subject: "Gwen, why are you here?"

Gwen pointed at Kem: "Kem is going to Paris today. Locke and I are here to see Kem."

Originally planned to say hello at the first time, but because of George's swear words as soon as he came up, Kem, who was a little stunned, waved to George at this time: "Good evening, George!"

She and Gwen have known each other since their age, called George, no problem.

When I was young, I was called that. I couldn't call it George when I was young, but when I grew up, I would call it Director Stacey.

George looked at Kenm with a softer look than Locke, smiled softly, and nodded: "When I saw Brian last week, he told me that you won the lottery, but he was worried. You go to Paris, finally, to sign."

Kem gave a dry laugh.

Seeing this, Gwen looked curiously at the friend standing next to George: "Dad, this is..."

George returned to his senses and introduced, "Hogan, the director of the San Francisco Police Department's Special Counter-Terrorism Operations Bureau."

Next to him, Hogan, who looked the opposite of George, corrected: "Deputy Director!"

George smiled: "Next year, it can be removed, the same."

It's not just the Easterners who don't like vices.

same.

The federal side, the deputy, always makes the parties less satisfied.

Hogan laughed, shook hands with Gwen and Locke and Sam, then looked at Locke: "I know you, the president of the Midtown High School Student Union, Locke Broughton, right?"

Locke raised his eyebrows.

"My daughter, I bought a copy of your photo."

"...Thank you."

Locke thought for a while, except for thanks, it seemed, there was nothing to say.

Did you say awards?

That is Locke's own insult to his appearance. Frankly speaking, in terms of appearance, the price of the photo album is still a bit low, and it is not worthy of his appearance. However, in this way, it is also considered a good quality. Cheap.

The reason why George and the Deputy Chief Hogan of the San Francisco Police Department are here is actually quite simple.

case.

However, to be precise, it is a closed case.

Just over a month ago, the disaster that happened on the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, during that disaster, a few lucky people in a company's team building car got out of the car early for some reason, and even, in the process of During the investigation, these survivors, one after another, died in various unimaginable ways.

From the point of view of the scene, it is all coincidence.

only……

This coincidence is so fake, and the accidental death is almost always composed of several kinds of deaths that are just right.

but……

There is no evidence to prove that, although it has only been more than a month since the case, the survivors who got off the Golden Gate Bridge are only a couple left.

Sam Roden and Molly Hypa.

Yesterday, these two people flew from San Francisco to New York, and from New York, they will take flight 180 to Paris tonight.

"So, you are here to intercept these two people?"

"Oh no."

Hogan shook his head and said, "New York is your father's territory. When the FBI comes to steal the case, it all depends on your father's face. How is it possible for me."

Gwen asked curiously, "Then..."

"The FBI wants these two," Hogan said. "I'm here to give the dossier to the FBI, and by the way, see my good friend."

After all, the case, for the San Francisco Police Department, is closed.

This is a case caused by an accident.

If the case is not closed for a long time, the families of the victims will have their opinions.

Gwen was a little confused. The FBI, why didn't they ask for the case directly from the San Francisco Police Department. There is also the FBI in San Francisco, so why did it have to be from New York?

the reason is simple.

After the accident, the New York FBI sent an agent to help the San Francisco FBI, along with the San Francisco Police Department, in the investigation into this bizarre serial accidental death case.

but……

He hangs up.

After the Golden Gate Bridge disaster in San Francisco, a guy named Peter seemed bewildered, thinking that as long as he could kill the other survivors, he could really survive, and as a result, while hunting down Molly Hypa , Accidentally, mistake, killed this FBI agent Jim Black from New York.

The poor detective was shot three times in the back by Peter and went straight to GG.

The method of death is very perfunctory, and similarly, the death is also very innocent.

Although, in the end, this Peter also died, and there are surveillance cameras, which can prove that this Detective Jim Black died at the hands of Peter, which was another accident.

The San Francisco FBI and the San Francisco Police Department have closed the case.

But the FBI in New York was unhappy, and sprayed directly at the FBI in San Francisco, saying, "Did you write such a ridiculous closing report with your feet?"

so……

Hogan shrugged and said, "The FBI here in New York does not accept such reports. It must be handwritten, so I sent it over."

He's with the San Francisco Police Department, not the federal system.

If the New York Commonwealth and the San Francisco Commonwealth want to fight, let’s fight. The police station is impossible to persuade the fight. The New York FBI wants the file, so give it. Anyway, the police station can’t find it, except Accidents, other, better explained.

If the FBI can find another, more plausible explanation, then there's no shame in admitting that the San Francisco police department isn't as skilled.

Hogan was open to this.

Locke couldn't figure it out.

Originally, Locke was 99% sure that the 180 flight that was about to take off was the one that exploded just after taxiing off.

at the moment?

Survivor's designated flight in San Francisco.

hehe.

Two hundred percent sure.

Find a way to get out of here.

Locke thought so.

What?

Stop the explosion?

no kidding.

Is it because the trip to the East is not worth looking forward to, or is summer life not exciting enough?

Locke said nothing.

after awhile.

After hearing Hogan and George wait here for the FBI to come, Gwen, considering Locke's strained relationship with the FBI, said to George, "Okay, Dad, let's go with Ken first. Let's go shopping and leave you and Uncle Hogan alone."

George nodded.

After a while.

Just as Locke and Gwen were pulling Ken to go get something to eat, and then, when they boarded the plane, a group of people also walked over from the entrance.

three people.

Three, valiant women.

no doubt.

old acquaintance.

Maria Hill.

Barbara Moores.

And Natasha Romanoff.

only……

George looked at Hill, who directly showed his FBI credentials, shook hands with Hill and said hello, feeling very miraculous.

good guy.

When did you reconcile with the FBI, you can directly use the FBI's certificate again.

Hill seemed to see the confusion in George's eyes, but he didn't explain it. After all, reconciling with the FBI in New York was not an easy thing.

The process is not important, as long as the result is a settlement and the FBI's credentials can be used appropriately, that's fine.

"Director Hogan!"

After Ms. Hill took the dossier that Hogan handed over, she said, "Have those two survivors come over yet?"

Hogan shrugged. "This is New York City, not San Francisco."

George next to him put his hands in his pockets, shook his head and said, "The information has not come out yet, but there is still half an hour to board the plane. It should be here soon."

Hill nodded.

George looked at Ms. Hill and frowned: "Hill... Detective, do you think this case is weird?"

Hill smiled: "Agent Jim Black, we sent over."

"Is this an answer?"

"It can't be counted Hill shook his head: "There are indeed some incomprehensible things about this case. For example, this is too much a coincidence. "

George said: "Agent Hill, what we focus on is that there is never a suspicion of guilt. If, just for this reason, we want to pull someone from the airport to chat with you, it is not convincing enough."

"What if, with one more thing in common?"

"Ok."

Hill glanced at Natasha next to him, took the photo, and handed it to George: "It's amazing, among these coincidental deaths, there is always one person who appears in all places."

The scene of the Golden Gate Bridge disaster.

Survivor's death scene!

that's……

The reason why Hill is interested in this case!

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