Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Even in January, the coast of Florida is still sunny. Outside a motel not far from the beach, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent Sitwell silently looked at the hands on his wrist.

When the pointer reached the predetermined position, he raised his head and nodded to the action team members beside him, signaling the start of the operation.

There is no tense and solemn atmosphere, let alone exciting scenes of firefights between police and criminals; their target is just a helpless little girl, a hacker, whose greatest skill is typing on the keyboard.

There is almost no operational risk for such an arrest target. The only concern is that if the information is leaked, the other party will run away early; and what Agent Sitwell is best at is keeping secrets and blocking information.

Therefore, Mr. Agent is certain that the target is still in the hotel room and is not alert to the impending raid and arrest.

The field team responsible for arrests used practical actions to explain what "professionalism" means.

He quietly approached the room where the target was located, and took up position outside the door in an assault formation; he violently broke through the door with a hammer, and the team members filed in, covering each other - every step was carried out smoothly and perfectly.

If I had to find one imperfection in this operation, it would undoubtedly be the result.

What came out of the room was "clear" one after another, but no report of the target was ever heard. How big can a motel room be? After three "clear"s in a row, Agent Sitwell knew,

I screwed up myself.

The target of arrest was not in the room at all.

"Sir, the target's electronic devices and travel bag are all in the room, but no identification, credit cards, and cash were found. There are no suspicious traces in the room, and the target left on his own." The operation team member's report also showed their

Professional and capable.

Sitwell picked up the walkie-talkie to contact his colleagues in the other direction: "Is the target's car still where it is?"

"Yes, no one is approaching." The other person replied.

"Shit!" Upon hearing this answer, both Commander Sitwell and the operational team members responsible for the arrest understood that the target had escaped under their noses.

Sitwell didn't hesitate for too long. He almost immediately thought of what he had to do next: "Bring back all the surveillance cameras in this motel, as well as cameras at every intersection; let the technical department find out what's in the picture."

Any suspicious figure."

Mr. Agent maintained full professionalism and did not lose his sense of proportion due to temporary failure;

"Our target is just a young hacker in his early twenties, not a professional agent; her actions will definitely leave traces and find her. Where is the hotel owner? I want to talk to him."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents acted in an orderly manner and even remained incredibly quiet, not disturbing too many people inside or outside the hotel.

However, their actions have always fallen into the eyes of some thoughtful people.

A pickup truck slowly passed in front of the hotel, the windows were closed, and the sound of rock music could be faintly heard coming from the car; a surfboard was fixed on the back bucket, indicating the owner's destination.

Such cars can be seen everywhere around the seaside, and there is nothing noteworthy about them.

A small head stretched out from under the passenger seat and peered out of the car window; until it was confirmed that the car was out of sight of the agents, the owner of the head sat up straight and let out a sigh of relief.

"You don't have to do this at all. The windows are reflective and they can't see inside," the man in the driver's seat said.

"They are agents. Who knows if they will have see-through equipment or something like that." The girl in the passenger seat looked frightened. "Some agents can see the other party's hidden gun through their clothes."

The man in the driver's seat was amused: "You Zero Zero Seven have seen too much; and even if you have see-through equipment, isn't your hiding posture just now more suspicious?"

"..." The girl was stunned by what she said. She couldn't think of a rebuttal for a long time. She angrily lifted the hood on her head, revealing an Asian face - it was none other than the little Hackers of Raw Melon Egg.

Kai.

"Why are you here? Don't tell me that you happened to be surfing here on vacation." Skye looked at the man in the driver's seat, "Mr.f, you look more like an agent now than a hacker."

The one on the driver's seat is of course the forward one after the disguise.

"I came here specifically to find you." Qiang Xiang said calmly, "I know that SHIELD is looking for you, and I also know that they have locked your location. As for this car... I borrowed it."

"Borrowed?"

"Uh-huh, I borrowed it at the seaside parking lot. When we get to a safe place, I will return the car through the local police station."

"Passed..." Skye rolled her eyes on the spot, "So can 'stealing a car' still be explained this way?"

Xiang Xiang retorted confidently: "I have never thought about stealing a car. The car thief steals the car to completely make it his own; and we are only temporarily loaning the use of the car for a period of time and will return it later.

The car owner - although he did not return it in person. There is an essential difference between the two behaviors."

"..." Skye was speechless again. In the end, she simply crossed her arms and leaned back on the chair, using body language to express "I don't want to respond to your strong words."

"Why did you come to me? It's against the rules." Skye got down to business.

Xiang Qiang was amused again: "Rules? You have only joined 'Rising Tide' for a few days. Do you know what the rules are?"

"The rules are one thing, one thing, one thing." The little hacker girl was irritated by the forward defiance. "When the money and goods are settled, the transaction is completed; the employer and the employee cut off contact. In some professional terms, this is called security regulations.

"

"Then if according to the security regulations, I shouldn't have come to you, you should have been caught by SHIELD today; you call this 'security'?"

"..." Skye's little face turned pale with anger.

Seeing the little girl's angry expression, Qiang Qian felt inexplicable happiness in his heart. Teasing this little hacker gave him the opportunity to relive his childhood life, just like when he was ignorant and ignorant, he and his sister tried every means to make them cry.

Swaddled little baby girl.

It was a happy time worth remembering; it's just a pity that the little baby girl back then has grown up and doesn't cry so easily.

Fortunately, Xiang Qian's bad intentions ended here. He reached out and handed a USB flash drive to Skye: "I came to you mainly to return this information to you."

"What information?" Skye took the USB flash drive blankly, confused.

"Of course it's the information you stole from the SHIELD server."

"What!" After hearing the answer, Skye jumped up from the passenger seat like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, glaring forward with a pair of big eyes, as if he wanted to eat someone.

"You stole my information! Why?"

"It's just out of curiosity. Don't be angry. Isn't this returned to you?"

"You also formatted my hard drive!"

"That's to make sure you can't recover the files."

"..." Skye stared fiercely at the disguised face, and unconsciously began to grind his teeth, wishing he could hit the other person and bite off a piece of flesh.

After a long while, Skye turned away angrily and searched around in the car again. After a while, he shouted: "Stop, stop!"

"What are you doing?" He frowned and stopped, "We're not safe yet!"

"I'm going to find a computer. I left all my equipment at the hotel." Skye squeezed the USB drive so tightly that Xiang Qian was worried that it would break. The eager look on the little girl's face made people realize.

She was so eager to know the truth recorded in the documents that she was unwilling to delay for a moment.

"Calm down, girl; the document is in your hand, and you have plenty of time to read it. Our top priority is to find a safe place." Xiangqian comforted the girl who fell into a rage, "If you really can't wait, I can tell you orally;

I have read all that document."

"You...don't you know what respecting privacy means?" Skye was furious.

He shrugged helplessly: "I told you that I was curious for a while. To be honest, if I hadn't read the document, I wouldn't have thought that the contents inside were actually related to me."

"You...what?" Skye looked confused.

"You heard it right, this document has something to do with me." Qiang Xiang rarely released his patience, "So, do you want to listen to me? A story from twenty years ago - a story that is more complete than the document record.

"

Skye suddenly became silent. She looked forward and tried to open her mouth several times, but she didn't know what to say. Finally, she retracted into the passenger seat, folding her arms and keeping her head silent.

Xiang Xiang knew that this was a slight psychological self-defense mechanism when he was extremely excited. He did not continue talking to Skye, but told the story to himself:

"In the 1980s, there was a civil war in Myanmar, and a large number of border residents became refugees to escape the war. The International Red Cross set up multiple refugee camps in northern and eastern Myanmar, near the borders with China and Thailand."

“An American doctor named Calvin Johnson went to one of the refugee camps to provide medical assistance as Doctors Without Borders. He helped many people and gained the gratitude of many people; of course, what made him most happy was that

He also found love in the refugee camp."

"Dr. Calvin married a Burmese Chinese woman. Around the end of 1989, his wife gave birth to a daughter."

Having said this, he paused intentionally for a moment and saw Skye's body trembling unconsciously.

I thought about it and decided to continue talking, although the content that followed no longer contained any joy.

"However, Dr. Calvin's happy life only lasted a few months; at the end of February or early March 1990, the refugee camp where he and his wife were located was attacked by an unknown armed group. Most of the people in the refugee camp were killed.

Killed, a small number of people are missing, and Dr. Calvin’s whereabouts are unknown.”

Skye's breathing suddenly became rapid, and she asked tremblingly: "What about his wife?"

"I don't know." Xiang Xiang tried his best to maintain a calm tone, "According to people who investigated the scene afterwards, the militants who attacked the refugee camp used some kind of extremely inhumane biological and chemical weapons. Many of the dead bodies were completely dried up and could not be identified; they

They could only confirm that there were no white male bodies among them, but Dr. Calvin’s wife... they couldn’t determine whether she was alive or dead.”

Skye crossed her arms and bent down with difficulty; she felt a stone was weighing on her chest, weighing her down so much that she couldn't breathe, and could only make a "ho ho" sound with difficulty, like a broken bellows.

He quietly turned the steering wheel forward and did not continue talking; after a long time, he heard a voice so low that it was almost inaudible from the passenger seat: "Am I the baby girl?"

"Yes." Xiang Qian said, "After news of a biochemical attack spread locally, SHIELD intervened in the investigation; they found you in Dr. Calvin's residence - you were the only survivor at the scene."

"My mom, what's her name?" When Skye said the word "mom", she faintly heard the trembling sound of crying.

"No one knows." Xiang Qian gave a cruel answer, "There is almost no identity management in the refugee camps, and SHIELD only learned about your father's identity through Doctors Without Borders. But Doctors Without Borders is located in different refugee camps.

, are far apart from each other; they only heard that your father was married and had a daughter, but they failed to provide more detailed information."

There was absolutely no sound in the passenger seat, and the little hacker shrank into a ball. Only her trembling shoulders told others that the girl was crying.

Driving forward, he focused on not disturbing Skye.

At this time, it’s okay to cry.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

The previous chapter made up for yesterday, but this chapter is for today.

I changed the place where Skye's parents met to the China-Myanmar border; according to the TV plot of "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.", her parents met in Hunan, and her mother was attacked and kidnapped by Hydra in her hometown.

But after thinking about it, although China was a little poorer in the 1990s, it was impossible to allow foreign militants to come and go freely in the hinterland of the country, killing people and stealing goods, right? That was 1990, not 1890.