Let's say so.

Among the telephone signal data obtained by George, George originally thought that he could find some of Locke's flaws. However, he followed the clues and found the damn wine dealer who should have secretly sold wine to underage through Locke's phone data.

In this way, the wild boar could not buy alcohol, so George felt that he would be happier than if he wanted to quit drinking.

but……

What did he see?

Two points and one line, plus three points and one line on weekends, the regularity of life cannot be in regular life.

From Monday to Friday, Rock's signal will only be added to the Long Island location on the Midtown University and Star Building.

This left George speechless.

Yesterday, after Locke and Gwen returned, George actually thought that the data was fake. After all, Locke was rich, and the wild boar's computer technology seemed to be good, so George carefully verified with Gwen.

Gwen broke his fantasy.

Because Gwen also said that her and Locke's life was so regular, and George relaxed. Although she had already lived with Locke, she would guarantee that she would watch him every weekend, just as Helen would bring her family to Long Island to see her grandparents every weekend.

George was immediately heartbroken.

Then, there is nothing.

actually……

If George had seen a different data result half a month earlier, even if he had been a month earlier, he would have seen different data results. George had actually guessed it correctly, and the data was indeed fake.

In a sense, it is fake.

But this data is true, but it is just because the task needs it. What the task needs is that the Rocket is calm, so what can make people calmer than two points and one line?

Queens!

An abandoned port.

"Dog!"

"Up to top!"

“NYPD!”

“NYPD!”

With the first to be hit, a rumbling sound was heard. After the cracking hammer was played, the iron gate in front of him fell into the inside, and the ready-made New York Police Department special service members rushed into the abandoned warehouse with weapons.

Next second!

"puff!"

"ah!"

"What?"

"Shet!"

“On there!”

"Puff puff puff!"

"Ceasefire!"

"Ceasefire!"

After the special service captain took down a ball of sticky white stuff on his face, he looked at the unlucky mice that were beaten into pieces under the firepower of his team members and roared quickly.

moment.

The gunshots stopped.

Enjoy the eyes.

The walls on the second floor of the warehouse were very bloody, and below were the corpses of a few unlucky mice and spiders.

The kind that's still hot.

Just then.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Woooooo!"

The special service captain raised his right hand and fisted to signal everyone to boo. Then, deep in the warehouse, somewhere, the sound coming from the whimper that seemed to have been kidnapped became very clear.

“On there!”

The special service captain's eyes lit up, pointed to the direction where the sound came, turned his head and shouted, then nodded to his team members, and waved his hand: "Dog!"

moment.

A group of special service members formed an attack camp and headed towards the direction where the sound had just been heard.

soon.

When the special service captain led the team members to abduct, after seeing the machine, Cindy Muen, who was tied to the bed with a strip of cloth in his mouth, stopped.

"George..."

"I am here."

"Discover the hostage."

"What?"

George, who was dissuaded from outside by Beckett and was stopped from taking risks, was stunned when he listened to the sound from the intercom, and then looked at Beckett and ran directly towards the warehouse.

Beckett saw this: "George..."

Just now, when I remembered the gunshots in the warehouse, George planned to rush in, but was stopped by her.

The reason for blocking is not just because George is her friend, but more because of George's current level.

However, it is not because of fear or worry, but because, these days, there are few senior executives of the New York Police Department who have reached the top step by step. Among the current senior executives of the New York Police Department, George is the only one who knows what they are most in front-line detectives.

so……

If something happens to George, not only will he not be able to explain to Gwen and Helen, but he will even let the environment of the New York Police Department be returned directly to the past with the current situation.

That won't work.

So, after Beckett came to his senses, he hurriedly ran forward, and without saying anything, he let George stand behind him and enter the warehouse first.

Although the SWAT team had sent a safety signal just now, be careful, there is no big mistake. After all, George is in the minds of front-line police officers and detectives, but the senior management who really wants to truly maintain it.

Get close.

"Cindy Muen?"

George looked at the woman who was being carefully loosened by two special service members and was in a very bad state of mind. He seemed to be a little panicked and confused. He corresponded to the missing photos he saw at that time. He confirmed again: "Cindy Muen?"

Cindy Muen, who was flustered, looked up at George with a panic look: "Yes... it's me."

George breathed a sigh of relief.

at the same time……

I thought to myself, damn it.

To be honest, when he was in the interrogation room just now, Peter Parker's panicked and innocent expression really made him mistakenly think that he might have really wronged him.

at the moment?

Human evidence, physical evidence is present.

In the past, Nick Fury also said that Locke was a typical anti-socialist, but George didn't know whether Locke was an anti-socialist, but he was sure that Peter Parker was an anti-socialist.

There is no doubt that kind!

After all, he could be innocent in front of him and said with a sincere look that he was innocent. If he was not called an anti-socialist, then what could he be called an anti-socialist?

Beckett also put away the gun in his hand and put it back on his waist. Cindy Muen, who was trying to get out of bed, hurriedly hugged Cindy Muen who seemed to be weak: "It's okay, you're rescued."

While comforting Cindy Muen, Beckett's eyes noticed a few things beside the bed.

"George."

"Um."

George's eyes fell on the blood drawer and blood bag over there, and nodded: "I saw it."

Cindy Muen's arm also had signs of needle pricking.

There is still blood in the blood bag.

Becket frowned, as if he had thought of something, touched the blood bag with his hand, was slightly stunned, and turned to look at George: "It's still hot."

George said in a deep voice: "There are still friends."

However, it is definitely not here now.

George pinched his hand and the sticky thing that Captain Secret Service had just handed over.

Or spider silk.
To be continued...