My last name is Stark after I changed my job to become a female musketeer?

After leaving the airport, Lainie checked into a hotel like an ordinary tourist. After a short rest, she went out again with only her mobile phone and went straight to a nearby car rental company.

After a brief negotiation, she rented a black Ford Raptor F150, drove the car around the city, and then found a cafe and ordered a cup of coffee to rest.

The reason why she chose this Raptor F150 instead of a sports car is that this car is definitely a real family car in North America, and it has been at the top of the sales list for many years.

And what we are talking about here is not the pickup truck list, but the sales list of all series of cars. An F150 can be regarded as beating everything in North America.

And such popularity also makes this car not particularly eye-catching on the road and not easily noticed.

You have to know that this is Mexico. Even in Mexico City, where the security and development are relatively good, some bad incidents are inevitable.

And when you drive an F150 on the road, others may look at it twice, but they will not pay much attention.

After sending away the two men who came to chat with her, Lainie got up and went to the bathroom.

She made a mark on the corner of the mirror in the women's bathroom with a special marker, then simply washed her hands and left the cafe.

After that, Lainie made the same mark in a luxury store and a women's clothing store, then did some simple shopping and returned to the hotel.

The next day, Lainie returned to the coffee shop she went to yesterday.

Sure enough, not long after, a slim and fashionable young girl came in and sat opposite Lainie.

"Waiter, please give me a cup of mocha, thank you."

"Okay, wait a moment!"

Lainie looked at the beautiful woman in front of her who was sitting there casually and exuded all kinds of charm, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart:

It's no wonder that Durant made such a bold statement, who wouldn't be confused after seeing this.

"Laini Stark?" The SHIELD Level 7 agent codenamed [Black Widow] spoke softly.

"Yes, Natasha Romanov?" Lainie followed the procedure to confirm the other party's identity.

Natasha nodded as confirmation, then tilted her head slightly to look in the direction of the bathroom.

"Who taught you to make a connection like this?"

"Ah?" Lainie was confused by the question.

"Rumlow, what's wrong? And isn't this how I always make connections in spy movies?"

"Sure enough, only those old men can use this trick," Natasha curled her lips.

"So Rumlow only taught you how to fight this week?"

"Uh, he said Coulson would take me later, but this isn't..."

There were originally few people in the cafe, and the two of them sat by the window in the corner, so they didn't worry about being heard.

"But don't you have my contact information?" Natasha interrupted, "Where's the stuff?"

"Uh... It's with me, where's yours?"

"In my car."

"Ah? You just put it in the car?"

Lainie was shocked. Is this a top agent? This terrible biological weapon is just casually placed in the car?

"What else, should I do with my hands?"

Natasha didn't take it seriously, and pointed to the family car parked not far from the street.

"Under the passenger seat of the Chevrolet outside."

"Aren't you afraid of being stolen?"

"If you solve it as soon as possible, you won't have to worry."

Laini thought about it, and it was true. This thing had been lost outside for such a long time, and it was still safe and sound until now, so it didn't matter for a while.

Then the two of them drank coffee, went shopping, and went to the mall together like good girlfriends who hadn't seen each other for a long time, until dark when they separated.

During this period, the two drove to a multi-story parking lot separately.

Laini took this opportunity to quickly put the password box containing the real virus sample into the void warehouse, and put the fake password box that SHIELD copied one to one back to its original position.

"I heard that you provided that [Remy's assistance]?"

Watching Lainie's magical magic tricks throughout the whole process, Natasha, who was leaning against the Ford Raptor with her arms folded, couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

"Huh? This matter was made public by the boiled egg head?" Lainie was stunned.

"Boiled egg head? Haha... I'll just pretend I didn't hear it."

"Slip of the tongue~ I mean the director..."

"The director didn't make it public. I heard from Coulson that your stuff is pretty good. Can you give me a few of them separately? I can pay for it."

"No problem, but it's not good for you to stay here now. Isn't it said that you might be caught by the military later..."

"Wait back to the bureau!"

"Okay, wait back..."

So far, the task of replacing the prince with a cat has been completed halfway, and the rest depends on these top agents.

...

Two flowers bloom, each with its own beauty.

After separating from Lainie, Agent Romanov contacted Clint Barton, who was under military surveillance, shortly afterwards.

Yes, although the military asked SHIELD for help this time, they did not want SHIELD to get the virus sample.

And the temporary head of the military here was not aware of Natasha's arrival.

In order to avoid the insider leak, General Ross did not inform the local temporary commander, but concealed this for SHIELD, and at the same time made every effort to thoroughly investigate the informer.

Therefore, Natasha's whereabouts have remained secret until now.

But as long as the handover of the sample lockbox is completed, Natasha's recovery of the lockbox as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent will inevitably not be concealed, and this dark move will become an open move.

Romanov agents will also be monitored and even controlled by military personnel here.

"The sample has been found." Natasha said concisely.

"Really? Where are you?"

Clint used his peripheral vision to glance at the plainclothes man not far away who often looked at him.

"See you at the same place!" After saying that, the other party hung up the phone.

After hearing this, Clint ignored the watchers on his side, got up and drove to the cafe where he met Natasha before.

The last time they met, Clint had claimed that Natasha was an informant for SHIELD, a confidential person who helped find samples.

The military, desperate to recover the lockbox, did not get too involved.

However, the surveillance of Clint, Coulson and others was increased afterwards, from covert surveillance to overt tracking.

Seeing Agent Patton leaving in a hurry, the plainclothes man immediately realized something, said a few words into the microphone on his collar, and immediately drove to follow the target.

About twenty minutes later, Clint's car stopped at the outdoor cafe he had visited last time.

Before getting out of the car, Clint put his backpack in the trunk of the car, then opened the door and walked into the cafe.

Natasha has been waiting inside for a long time.

Seeing Clint, Natasha stood up: "Long time no see!"

"Long time no see!" Clint also said with a smile.

The two sat down, and then Clint immediately got to the point.

"How are you doing with your affairs?"

"It went very well. I'm just here to deliver samples this time."

"Did you really get it? Are you not injured?"

Natasha smiled slightly and handed the suitcase placed aside to the other party.

"She was a little injured, but that girl's stuff is pretty good, and her abilities are indeed amazing..."

"Really? Then I must see it when I get back!"

…

The two were chatting here, and the military personnel who came slowly from outside saw the password suitcase that had been handed over to Clint through the glass of the cafe from a distance.

"Report, Agent Patton obtained a suitcase from a woman, suspected to be a sample lockbox!"

"What!!!"

The person opposite was shocked, how could this be possible? What's going on?

Agent Coulson, who was also at the temporary headquarters, noticed something strange about the commander beside him. A cold look flashed in his eyes, but he said nothing.

Seemingly realizing his gaffe, the commander quickly issued an order:

"Keep an eye on them and use force if necessary!"

After saying that, regardless of Coulson's dark expression on the other side, he once again ordered the other people in the command center:

"Teams B1 and B2 gather together and bring me the samples at all costs. No more mistakes will be allowed this time, otherwise we will be shot!"

"yes!"

"Yes, sir!"

Coulson looked livid on the side. This order at all costs was obviously given to him, telling him not to make small moves.

But who is Coulson? As an eighth-level agent of SHIELD, he is naturally unwilling to suffer this embarrassing loss.

"Colonel Lawrence, what do you mean? You can't trust my people? Or are you saying that you suspect my people are moles?"

Hearing this, the commander put on a kind fake smile.

"Agent Coulson, what are you saying? I naturally believe in SHIELD agents. I am just doing things impartially.

After all, something happened to the sample once, and my adjutant is still in the interrogation room. At such a critical moment, I don't dare to cause trouble again.

Agent Coulson, please inform your subordinates to keep the sample safe and hand it over to my people as requested, so that everyone can look good on it. "

"Humph, in that case, I hope you, Colonel Lawrence, can make better arrangements. SHIELD doesn't want to waste any more time on this matter!"

Coulson snorted, then turned to contact Agent Patton.

Looking at the back, Colonel Lawrence's eyes were cold and he cursed in his heart:

"Shit!"