Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The place where Captain Rogers was asked to meet was the café where he had previously made a deal with the MI6 female agent; this arrangement also made Pierce and others think about it.

When the captain came, it happened to be the traditional British afternoon tea time, and the cafe was bustling with people; almost every table was occupied by guests, and everyone was talking in low voices. It was not the noisy environment as expected, but it seemed very quiet.

He sat forward and sat in the innermost booth, leisurely drinking his second cup of coffee today; the document bag that evoked countless reveries about S.H.I.E.L.D. was still placed on the table.

The captain's face was unshaven. Although he was still full of energy, the look on his face showed unconcealable anxiety and mental exhaustion caused by running around for a long time.

"James, you said there is news about Paige..." the captain couldn't help but asked from a few steps away.

"Shh..." He made a silencing gesture and said, "Captain, some topics are not suitable for public announcement. You should pay attention to the occasion."

The captain looked around, pointed at the bustling passenger flow, and said with doubts on his face: "Pay attention to the occasion? You specifically picked such an occasion?"

"Any questions?" Xiang Qian asked with a smile.

Without waiting for the captain to answer, the playboy picked up a small sugar spoon and tapped it on the cup; the crisp tapping sound was like a pause button, and everyone in the cafe stopped moving at the same time.

The friend who was having a cordial conversation calmed down, as if the person opposite him suddenly became a stranger; the waiter and the customer who were communicating at the same time fell silent and stood up straight; the guest who was pushing the door in from the outside stopped and stopped.

The hand pushing the door was frozen in mid-air.

Soon, another voice rang: "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the performance is over, please come to me to settle the fee; thank you for your cooperation..."

The bustling crowd in the cafe swarmed out and dispersed like the ebbing tide of the sea, leaving only an empty cafe; only the soft music floating in the air proved to Captain Rogers that this was a cafe that was still open a minute ago.

cafes.

Even though he was used to seeing wind and waves on the battlefield of World War II, Steve Rogers was still stunned by this move.

"How did you do it?" the captain asked.

Xiang Xiang didn't take it seriously: "This question is a bit complicated to answer; to put it simply...I paid."

"ah?"

"Ever since I came to London, there have been people sneaking around me. I didn't want those people to get close, so I first found people to fill the space around me... It's that simple."

"Where did you find these people? It's like a magic trick; they have more rules and regulations than soldiers." The captain sighed with emotion.

"Yes, this is magic - the magic of money. The role of money is much greater than military orders." Xiang Xiang said, "I asked people to recruit a group of extras who have been hanging out on the set all year round and said that they would rehearse a movie in a cafe.

It’s a short film; I have to say, their performance is professional enough.”

"Do they really believe your lies? What about shooting a short film or something like that?"

Spreading his hands forward: "Why don't you believe it? If you look carefully, you will find that the camera in the corner is still working; life is difficult, Captain, not everyone can receive a high pension at a young age. Regarding these

As for the extras, what they are more concerned about is whether they can receive sufficient remuneration from me. As for whether I am really making a movie, WHO CARES?"

"Is this how you do things? Use money to drive people?"

Xiang Xiang pretended not to hear the sarcasm behind the captain's words, but still smiled: "If you ask who is the richest man in the world, the answer is still controversial between Tony and I; but if you ask who knows how to spend money better,

Money, then the answer is unquestionable."

"You spent so much money just to let me safely take a look at the news you got? How important is that news?" When the captain asked this, his eyes were already unconsciously glancing at the file bag on the table.

"Don't worry, safety cannot be guaranteed now." With a forward signal, the two assistants approached the captain with detectors in hand.

"Do you think I have a bug on me?" The captain was slightly dissatisfied.

"Who knows? Maybe you don't even know."

"I'm not the kind of person who lacks vigilance..."

"Beep--" Before the captain could finish his words, he was slapped in the face by the warning sound of the detector; his eyes widened, and his eyes widened with those of the forward assistant holding the detector, refusing to give in to each other.

"Don't look, the detector is not malfunctioning." He signaled forward and asked his assistant to peel off the captain's flight jacket; then he took a paper knife and cut along the seam, revealing the small slit in the collar.

of bugs.

As the sound of "didi beep" continued, eavesdropping devices were quickly pulled out from the lining of the skirt and hem one after another.

"This is my favorite jacket." The captain looked at the clothes that were scratched in pieces and couldn't find anything to say to cover up his embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter. I know all the best tailors on Savile Row. I promise to help you restore your clothes." Pointing forward to the captain's trousers, "Is this belt your favorite too? I heard the alarm...

…”

"..." The captain's eyes almost turned into dead fish eyes.

After a while, the assistant took out the captain's cell phone from his jacket and threw it to him.

Seeing Qian Qian turning on his mobile phone and connecting to his tablet, the captain suddenly became anxious: "Hey, shouldn't you pay attention to other people's privacy?"

"From the moment you use a smartphone, you have no so-called privacy." Qiang Qian gave a cold look, "The smartphone itself is a fully functional eavesdropping device."

Faced with Xiang Qiang's sarcasm, he didn't know how to answer. After all, he had been frozen for nearly seventy years. The captain would inevitably show cowardice at this time, showing the sequelae of being out of touch with society for a long time.

Qian Qiang smiled "aha" and said mockingly: "It seems that SHIELD has done a good job in protecting you; there are no other people's eavesdropping programs in your phone - only SHIELD's own."

As he spoke forward, he took the tinfoil used for cooking that his assistant took out from the bar, and wrapped the phone tightly.

The captain's face turned red. He is the kind of traditional warrior who trusts his comrades, obeys orders, and sacrifices himself for others. It is difficult for him to accept SHIELD's style of distrusting its own people, let alone accept it.

This kind of covert surveillance.

"Don't be sad, Captain; you're not the only one being targeted." Xiang Qian picked up a pile of scrap metal from beside his seat, "Look, this is taken from my private plane and car;

Two of them were brought in by the extras we just recruited."

The captain stared at the pile of junk for a long time before asking: "How important is the information you brought?"

Pointing the document bag forward: "You ask this? In fact, it is worthless."

"What?" This was the second time the captain felt unexpected.