Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

"What do Americans say?"

"They refused to disclose the facts of the case; neither Homeland Security nor the FBI were tight-lipped."

The ones talking were Xiang Xiang and "Lao Hong"; the technical hearing was over, and the "Insight Project" was shelved by the World Security Council as expected. At this moment, Xiang Xiang was sitting in the car talking on the phone with "Old Hong".

Since learning that the leader of "Rising Tide" was arrested, Xiang Xiang has been very concerned about this eavesdropping case and asked "Lao Hong" to try to find out; but it is obvious that the US intelligence and law enforcement agencies do not intend to satisfy the playboy's curiosity -

—Even if it’s someone he only caught with his help.

He sneered forward: "As expected."

Stealing cases and protecting food are not the expertise of U.S. law enforcement agencies. Law enforcement agencies in any country in the world would do this under the same circumstances.

What's more, Xiang Xiang is not an American! If this eavesdropping case was not against the World Security Council, and the inquiry was made in the name of Representative Gu, I am afraid that the other party would not even reveal the identity of the suspect.

"Withdraw all our people and don't make any more moves; let others think that we are just normal curiosity. We will meet at the airport and notify the crew to prepare for takeoff."

Xiang Xiang hung up the phone, but his mind had involuntarily shifted to the upcoming meeting with the "Rising Tide" organization.

Contact with the "Rising Tide" organization is imperative and can only be done in secret; strictly speaking, direct offline meetings violate the survival rules of hackers, but there are reasons to do so forward.

If you want "Rising Tide" to serve as cannon fodder scapegoats, you must first ensure that they are qualified to become cannon fodder; as far as investigating the truth about Howard's death is concerned, at least "Rising Tide" must have the ability to break through the deep protection program of SHIELD's servers.

People in the "rising tide" do not lack skills, but they lack equipment and organizational skills.

Under its loose organizational structure, it is difficult to guarantee that they will maintain sufficient enthusiasm for investigation operations; there may be three or five "rising tide" members who take over the investigation task on a whim, but become disheartened after a period of failed attempts.

, a situation where birds and beasts disperse.

Xiangqian must gain the trust of the other party through direct meetings, so that Rising Tide can fully devote manpower and time to this work.

And this kind of secret meeting obviously cannot be left to Tony; firstly, he must have entered SHIELD's sight, and secondly, he is the newly released "Iron Man", and his every move has attracted too much public attention; and his security

The team can barely cope with the tabloid paparazzi, but it can barely cope with a professional intelligence agency like SHIELD.

Counting over and over again, the only thing left to do was to move forward.

But when Xiang Xiang told him his plan on the plane, "Lao Hong" almost cursed her.

"Staying alone in the United States...how do you remember that you are out of sight?" The Spear Bureau field officer who came to Qianqian to work part-time as a security guard was furious. "This approach seriously violates security regulations. Have you reported it to the director?"

?”

How is it possible to report it? Can you really let Uncle Xian know and leave?

"Lao Hong" made a decision by going forward and being silent; "No, I have to report to the director immediately."

Then……

"Go ahead, I'll fuck you!" Looking at the "No signal found" message on his phone, "Lao Hong" cursed. He knew that the signal shielding range was only in the aircraft cabin, so he turned around and headed towards the door.

As he walked, he bumped into several rather tall figures.

"Old Hong, why are you so angry? There's no need! Come on, come on, sit down and sit down." The middle-aged man in the lead blocked the cabin door tightly with a mouthful of "Hong Kong Pu".

"Old Hong" was almost furious: "Fang Zheng, what are you doing here?"

"Look at what you said, Xiang Sheng is my boss, and the boss has his destiny. Of course I, a wage earner, can only listen." Fang Zheng looked like a middle-aged "hippie" in his attire and tone, "I also have to eat to support my family, and the food bill is

It's in other people's hands."

Fang Zheng and the bodyguards who came with him held hands and hugged each other, and with a playful smile, they dragged "Old Hong" back to the cabin and pressed him on the chair.

"Boss, I brought you something." After pressing "Lao Hong", Fang Zheng handed the box in his hand to Qiang Qian.

Inside the box is a complete set of camouflage equipment, the most important of which is a nanomaterial disguise mask.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. really has a lot of black technology. If they hadn't captured the lurking agents, I wouldn't have known how advanced they were in developing disguise tools."

As he spoke forward, he put the mask on his face, and the nanomaterial immediately began to adjust the position of the material according to the face shape of the disguised object; the cushion should be raised, and the restraint should be restrained. Soon, a completely unfamiliar face replaced the face of the mask.

The original facial contour.

Then, a bodyguard from the American branch with the same face as the one after the transformation came over and took off his black suit.

"I feel sorry for you. After returning to China, I will hide in a safe house for a few days." He took the suit and put it on. An elite security guard came out.

"When I return to China, I will file a report and apply for transfer!" "Lao Hong" who was pressed on the chair looked at the forward completion of the identity change and shouted angrily.

Xiang Qian still feels a little apologetic to "Old Hong"; after all, if he escapes like this, it would be regarded as "Old Hong" dereliction of duty if he is strictly investigated.

"I went back to see Uncle Xian and advised him not to be too angry. Being angry will hurt your liver."

He waved forward and got off the plane mixed in with the bodyguards of the American branch; on the ramp, he could still vaguely hear "Old Hong" roaring: "Just wait, we will see if the director doesn't take care of you when we return home!"

Sigh... things like violating regulations are actually like lice on the body. If there are too many, you won't feel itchy.

The main reason is that although Zheng Xian often uses regulations to restrain Xiang Qiang, strictly speaking, the restraint behavior is somewhat awkward in terms of procedures: Xiang Xiang is only a consultant, and has never been an official staff member of the Divine Spear Bureau. In many cases, compliance with regulations is a matter of

You can only persuade, not give orders.

As for Zheng Xian scolding Xiang Xiang bloody every time, it is not because of his identity as Chief of the Divine Spear, but because he is the uncle of the Xiang siblings.

In the airport terminal, Xiang Qian and a group of bodyguards watched the Bombardier Express take off into the sky, and then boarded the train back to New York, where the American branch of the Wude Group is located.

After changing his face again in the branch, Qiang Xiang successfully blended into the crowd of people in this international financial metropolis and quietly embarked on his journey to Washington.

Deliberately controlling the speed of the car, we drove forward until daylight before arriving in Washington, D.C., and then walked into the agreed-upon cafe with a tired look on our face to order a breakfast.

He has the perfect image of an American elite social animal running around for a living.

Xiang Xiang carefully maintains this image; he will skillfully greet the waitress who delivers the food, put his laptop on the counter to work hard, and respond to the acquainted young black man next to him with a slight coldness but not impoliteness.

In public places, normal communication with others can actually reduce your sense of presence.

There were a lot of people having breakfast in the cafe, and there was a lot of chatter around.

"I will graduate from college next year and come here for an internship. You can't imagine how surprised my classmates are to know that I can come to Washington for an internship."

"Congratulations..."

"I'm going to Capitol Hill. Have you been there?"

"Been there..."

"Really, do you work there?"

"No, I work for a consulting firm."

"oh……"

Xiang Xiang chatted with the black guy. The so-called consulting company is of course the identity Xiang Xiang is pretending to be at the moment. This type of company is also called a lobbying company and is a special product of the American political circle; they are popular among the American population.

There is another name: political broker.

In Washington, if you throw a brick at random, the people it hits are lobbyists.

While chatting, Xiang Qian casually looked around. The time agreed upon with the "Rising Tide Organization" to meet was coming soon, but he was not sure that after yesterday's arrest, the other party would still come as scheduled.

On the surface, the laptop is running an ordinary office software, with large and complex reports listed on the screen; and the background program has started the encryption program sent by the "Rising Tide Organization".

It's just that he played a little trick forward.

There are several public computers for guests to use in the cafe, similar to the nature of domestic Internet cafes; he controlled one of the public computers through wireless intrusion, then sent the encryption program to the temporary "broiler" and cleared it

program log.

In this way, even if something goes wrong, the "broiler" will be exposed first, and it will not directly implicate Xiang Xiang.

Be cautious, as no one can guarantee that the leader of "Rising Tide" who went through a night of interrogation after his arrest will not confess about today's meeting.

The time has come and everything is as usual in the cafe.

There is nothing unusual from the inside out. Guests are still guests. They eat and drink as they should. No one suddenly stood up and took out their IDs and asked everyone to cooperate with the investigation. No one paid attention to the station that was constantly sending out encrypted signals.

"Brother" computer.

Just when Qianqian thought the "Rising Tide Organization" had canceled the meeting, a slender young girl pushed in the door and attracted almost everyone's attention as soon as she entered.

This girl is so out of place.

She was wearing a long windbreaker, with the hood pulled up to cover most of her head. With her evasive eyes when facing the attention of everyone, she almost had the word "sneaky" on her forehead.

Not to mention that she also has a relatively rare Asian face, which naturally deepens her impression in the eyes of others.

She lowered her head and trotted to sit in the corner. After casually dealing with the waiter, she eagerly took out her notebook from her backpack and worked nervously.

After a while, she raised her head in astonishment, first staring at the unused public computers, then looking around blankly, staring at each customer; after looking at it for a while, she suddenly reacted, hurriedly.

He picked up the notebook and rushed out the door.

Looking at the series of actions, I put my forehead forward and sighed, unable to complain.

Is this because she is afraid that others will not notice her and that others will not know that she has a problem?

Where did this girl get raw melon eggs?