I’m a Detective In the Marvel World

In another fast food restaurant in the town, it is also in a remote corner.

Dean smiled at Sam as he ate his sandwich: "I bet you, Sammy, that kid at noon must be in jail at the police station by now."

Sam looked at the gossip magazine in his hand, and said angrily: "People just invited you to a meal at noon, and you let their pigeons go at night. This is not authentic."

Dean shook his head and said, "You don't understand people are sinister, Sammy. If the kid can't resist the police's questioning and confesses us both, then we're going to that restaurant and we're going to be caught in the net."

Sam snorted: "Then we'll die like this?"

Dean shrugged: "If the kid doesn't confess us, then after this case is settled, let's find a way to save him."

Sam suddenly froze, staring blankly at the magazine in his hand. After a while, he blinked and put the magazine in front of Dean. "I don't think we need to save him."

Dean frowned and looked suspiciously at the magazine.

"fear! At an altitude of 30,000 feet, it was actually full of poisonous snakes! ! ! 》

Thousands (??) of venomous snakes were smuggled in by terrorists on a flight from Hawaii to Los Angeles a month ago, according to this gossip-style article. Fortunately, there was an NIA agent on the plane. Under his leadership, all the passengers worked together to escape under Shekou.

From the plot point of view, this article is very outrageous, and the agent described is almost omnipotent, just like the lone hero and invincible agent in the movie. What is surrounded by snakes, use the food truck to save people. What shoots on a plane, uses the air pressure difference to suck the viper out. In the end, the agent managed to make an emergency landing in the plane, saving everyone.

Dean stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, then shrugged and said vaguely, "What's wrong? Do you think this kind of bloody plot is true?"

Sam didn't speak, just reached out and turned the impurities one more page.

A photo that was obviously taken from a distance, and was later restored and enlarged, appeared in front of Dean.

Dean's mouth grew so wide that the crumbs fell out of his mouth, and he didn't even notice it.

The young man in the photo was getting off the plane, although his facial features were a little blurred because of the distance. But Dean could still tell that the person in the photo was almost identical to the "newcomer" who invited him to dinner today.

Sam leaned over and whispered, "Now you know why I'm surprised?"

Dean pointed to the photo and stammered: "This photo is fake... No, it should be the person in the photo, not the new kid at all. You know, Asians look the same to us... …”

"Hey Dean, do you know how rude you are talking about right now?" Sam lowered his voice and gritted his teeth. "You know very well that the guy in the photo is the same guy."

"Okay, I apologize for what I just said," Dean curled his lips. "But Sammy, you should think so. Maybe...that kid happened to be on that plane that day, so he should be a passenger, not a passenger. It's the NIA agent."

Sam was a little speechless: "In the United States, do you think the gossip tabloids and the regular media, whose photos are more authentic?"

Dean spread his hands, speechless.

"So Dean, that midday dude is an NIA agent..."

Dean pursed his lips.

"...And you asked him to order a lunch..."

Dean's forehead was dripping with sweat.

"...More importantly, you deliberately let his pigeons go at night..."

Before Sam could finish speaking, Dean stood up and gritted his teeth, "We should go,

Sammy, we have to go. "

But then, Dean quickly sat down again and exhaled: "But it's probably too late."

Sam followed Dean's eyes and saw Sharon, dressed in a black suit, black leather shoes, white shirt, and blue tie, at the door of the restaurant.

"Damn, I know how we can be so neatly dressed in our business. Even in a suit, it's a cheap street stall, but Sammy, look at his suit, it costs five thousand dollars. above?"

Dean gritted his teeth in a low voice.

"No, at least $10,000 or more, not including his leather shoes."

Sam answered very calmly.

"These bastards who only waste taxpayers' money... Fake, he's coming this way... Sammy, calm down, keep calm, don't forget this guy sees something different."

Sam looked at Dean with a nervous face, and covered his eyes helplessly: "Dean, he can find it here, which means our identities have been exposed."

"Oh, that's right. Maybe this restaurant is now surrounded by NIA agents, maybe there are snipers outside our heads..."

While Dean was babbling, Sharon had walked up to the two of them and said with a smile, "Is it my memory is wrong, or you said it wrong, isn't the restaurant we agreed to meet at noon?"

"Uh..." Dean opened his mouth, speechless.

Sam had to say, "I'm sorry, Detective Xie, my brother was a little too excited to know your true identity."

Xie Lun raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, and glanced at the magazine on the table. After seeing the photo, he instantly understood what was going on. Although the NIA has tried its best to suppress Sheron's personal information in order to protect the personal safety of the agents, there is no large-scale report.

But there is no airtight wall in the world, not to mention the gossip tabloids famous for uncovering the truth. It's just that most American people take the news in the tabloids as their daily entertainment, and only guys like Dean and Sam take this kind of thing seriously.

Although this is generally true.

"Are you sure you're excited? It's not that you're too scared to speak." Now that his identity was exposed, Xie Lun didn't explain anything, and sat down across the dining table with a smile, "As far as I know, Dean and Your father, John, is wanted in several states, right?"

Dean shuddered and was about to run away. Sam held him down and hurriedly said, "Detective Xie, please listen to my explanation, my brother and the others..."

Sharon waved his hand and said with a smile, "Just kidding. By the way, Sam, isn't your dinner a treat? So can I order now?"

What else can Sam say? Although he and Dean have already eaten, he can only obediently ask the waiter to come and order, but this time only Sharon devoured it, and Dean couldn't eat it at all.