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After walking out the door.

The first thing I heard was the sound of cartoons playing in the living room, my sharp eyes caught my daughter in front of the sofa, and then I heard the sound of frying meat coming from the kitchen.

Clinton walked into the kitchen, wrapped his hands around the waist of his wife who was cooking, and couldn't help saying, "Mrs. Barton, you don't have to get up early in the morning to cook, do you?"

"This is the standard time for housewives to wake up. You always leave early and return late. How can you understand?"

His wife spoke without looking back, with a hint of complaint in her tone.

"I understand that I've been busy with work recently, and I don't have much time to spend with you, mother and daughter."

Clinton put his hands on his wife's shoulders and turned her to face him.

"I promise you, I will be with you mother and daughter all the time in the past few days, and nothing about work will disturb the time of our family of three."

"Okay, I believe you." The wife wrapped her arms around Clinton's neck, kissed his face, and then the two embraced.

When Clinton was hugging his wife, his gaze happened to be looking at the lawn outside the window.

His powerful eyesight instantly caught a figure.

"Wife, continue cooking." Clinton let go of his wife's hands, and instructed, "No matter what happens later, don't leave this house."

"What's wrong?" The wife was a little puzzled.

Clinton responded;

"A guest came to visit. It should be for me." Clinton went to the living room and kissed his daughter's forehead, then put on his coat and walked out the door.

Liu Feng had already been waiting outside the lawn for a long time: "You are quite slow."

"You work in the New York Police Department, the beloved Light of New York Liu Feng, right?" Clinton looked at Liu Feng with some doubts, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Clinton Francis Barton, let me ask you, did you carry out a mission a few days ago?" Liu Feng asked, "The one about Laura Kinney."

"Laura Kinney?" Clinton thought for a while, then responded, "Sorry, this is classified, no comment."

"I don't care if it's classified or not."

Liu Feng looked calm: "I am a New York policeman, and you are suspected of impersonating someone from the General Bureau and taking my prisoner away. You have to tell me where he is."

"Impossible, the procedures for the transfer order we obtained are legal."

"It's not legal on my side."

Liu Feng took out a file: "Do you need to take a closer look?"

Clinton, who has excellent eyesight, can easily see the things above.

He really didn't need to read it, because his organization just imitated the stamping, and it really didn't have the approval of the General Administration.

"I belong to..."

Before Clinton finished speaking, Liu Feng interrupted directly: "I don't ask what you belong to, I just ask where my prisoner is?"

Clinton didn't respond, Liu Feng continued: "Don't tell me, right? Your wife and daughter are inside, right? You don't want to see them get into trouble, right?"

Referring to his family, Clinton's eyes became sharp: "Are you threatening me with my wife and daughter?"

Liu Feng looked indifferent: "So what if I threaten you? I am an official police officer of the New York Police Department. What about you? Illegal organization or a shady organization?"

"And do you know who you took away?" Liu Feng spoke to Clinton in a condescending manner, "That's the one I promised to keep!"

"I don't care what you and the people behind you are capable of. If you offend me, I will make you pay the price."

His eyes seemed to burst into flames at any moment, and the sense of oppression was constantly released from him, like an angry Dragon in Western mythology.

For a moment, Clinton was silent.

Liu Feng continued: "Silence is useless. You are suspected of impersonating the police station and using the power of the police station. What you committed is a national security crime. As a policeman, I have the right to arrest you."

Liu Feng clapped his hands and gave orders to the police officers who had been waiting for a long time.

S.H.I.E.L.D base.

Nick Fury is sitting in the office, with piles of documents on the table, and his hands never leave the computer mouse and keyboard.

The things on the display are the files sent to him by agents below level seven in S.H.I.E.L.D. Roughly, there are two to three digits, and they are also the daily affairs of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Among them, each email records a different case. Although it is carefully written by the agent, the content in it is really complicated and needs to be screened in the vast text.

Fortunately, Nick is used to this kind of work intensity, even though he only has one eye, it does not prevent him from filtering unimportant information in the computer.

At this time, there was a knock on the door: "Director Nick, this is Natasha Romanoff."

Nick stopped what he was doing, rubbed his only remaining eye, and said, "Come in."

After obtaining permission, the door was opened, and a woman in a black combat uniform, with slender legs, a protruding figure, and curly red hair walked in with a document.

"You look serious, what happened?" Nick Fury asked.

"Something happened to Clinton, and it's the NYPD."

Natasha Romanoff stepped forward to place on the table the papers about Clinton being taken away by the NYPD.

Natasha Romanoff and Clinton are very good friends, Nick knows this, and she will show such a dignified expression when something happened to Clinton.

Seeing this, Nick Fury picked up the document brought by Natasha Romanoff from the table and read it. After learning the seriousness of the matter, he frowned instantly: "It's because of something like this."

"Why are you acting so surprised?"

Natasha Romanoff pointed to a place on the document and asked: "They said that Clinton was arrested because he pretended to be the headquarters and transferred the criminals from the New York Police Department. Wasn't it your order?"

"I have not issued such an order. The events of the last few days have almost bored me to death. How can I have time to reach out to New York to catch a criminal?"

"But the New York Police Department has evidence, showing that Clinton did transfer the prisoners of the New York Police Department with a transfer order that did not belong to the stamp stamped by the Washington General Bureau."

"I see, I didn't issue the order, but forging seals is indeed something S.H.I.E.L.D can do." Nick responded unhurriedly.

Natasha Romanoff then guessed: "If the order was not from you, and it was from us, then there is an insider in S.H.I.E.L.D."

Nick narrowed his eyes, then put his hands back in front of the computer, deciding to check Clinton's mission records for the past week.

After checking, it was found that six days ago, Clinton did receive an order from S.H.I.E.L.D.

The content is to transfer a woman named Laura Kinney to the New York Police Department with a transfer order from the Washington General Bureau. The so-called transfer order is indeed stamped with a fake S.H.I.E.L.D seal.

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