Super Meow in Marvel

20 minutes later, a black Ford parked outside the warehouse.

Two black men in dirty suits got out of the car. They came to the police line and took out their IDs.

"Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau, take me to see your person in charge."

Soon, the two came to the monitoring room, and George came to shake hands with them.

"George, senior police superintendent, person in charge of the scene." (The author also has little knowledge of American police ranks, so readers do not need to delve into it)

The two men took out their IDs again and said, "Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

George said doubtfully: "I've never heard of your department."

The black man smiled slightly and explained: "It's normal that you haven't heard of it. Many people have asked me this question. We are a department that specializes in handling such special cases."

As he said that, the black guy pointed at the surveillance camera.Then he continued: "Such cases are often beyond common sense, so conventional means will usually fail. Even if they are handed over to the anti-terrorism force, there will be heavy casualties and the losses will outweigh the gains, so experts with special experience are needed to handle them.

The key is that our confidentiality measures are done well.Just say that today, everyone on the scene must sign a confidentiality agreement. No matter whether it is relatives, colleagues, leaders, or anyone else, no one can disclose today's case at any time.

This is why you haven't heard of us. "

Of course, George asked casually.And what they said is reasonable and well-founded. With the speed of the orange cat, if George were to catch it, it would be for nothing.

So, they simply completed the work handover and signed a confidentiality agreement.

Then, George drove back to the police station. After all, he still had to work the night shift.

At the same time, information about this case was also passed back to SHIELD.

Early the next morning, within SHIELD, an investigation and analysis report on Dio was placed in front of Director Nick Fury.

After all, as the director, our Nick Fury usually doesn't have to work overtime and stay up late, so this report was seen the next morning.

Moreover, this report is only a brief analysis based on the case, and further investigation and evaluation will take time.

Nick Fury, who was lying on the boss's chair and leisurely opened the report, just opened the first page of the report and saw the photo of the orange cat, and his interest increased greatly.

After all, anyone who has watched "Captain Marvel" knows that this director is a cat slave.

A few minutes later, Nick Fury closed the report and lowered his head in thought.

On the other side, our Dior was sleeping soundly on the bed, but was suddenly woken up by the doorbell ringing.

Dior had been busy all night yesterday (walked all night). When he was officially sleepy during the day, he was suddenly woken up. Naturally, he was extremely unhappy.

I saw him erect like a carp, well, he didn’t erect...

"Take my 'Orange Cat Tornado' and drink it!" Dio shouted, rolling sideways out of the cat's nest and towards the door.

Well, the style of this tornado is not quite right.

"Ring", the doorbell rang twice more, and a woman's voice rang at the same time: "Is anyone there?"

"Are you bothered? There is no one!" Dio roared.

Of course, what sounded outside the door was two "meows".

At this moment, the voice of the shit shovel George sounded outside the door: "Who are you looking for?"

A man's voice answered: "Hello, this is my wife. We are newly moved neighbors. We are just opposite your house. Please take good care of her in the future."

"Here, let's help each other. Let me introduce myself. My name is George. You can tell by looking at my clothes. I'm a police officer."

……

After greeting each other for a while, George took the initiative and said: "Sorry, I just got off the night shift and I'm a little sleepy. You guys have just moved here and you must be quite busy. Let's talk at another time."

As he said that, the door opened with a click, and George came in carrying something to eat.The couple at the door waved their goodbyes and looked at Dio.

"Bang", the door closed.George greeted Dio as he walked towards the kitchen.

"Come on, try the apple pie the neighbor sent you."

When Americans move to a new home, especially an independent villa, they will make small gifts such as apple pie or cookies and visit them door to door.

I have to say that although this tradition is old-fashioned, it still works, especially for foodies.

Dio wiped away the anger of being woken up and squatted at the dining table with his tail wagging.

And George had just spent a long night and was hungry.

After a while, George was sitting on the sofa, watching TV and tasting apple pie.Dior, on the other hand, was more attentive, standing on the floor and gnawing at the apple pie on the plate.

After eating the pie, Dio simply slept on the sofa, while George simply washed up and went upstairs to sleep.

I can't afford to be injured by the night shift.

His eyes turned to the opposite side of the street, to the newly moved couple. They were talking quietly in a room on the second floor.

Male neighbor: "The thermometer shows that the male target has been sleeping on the bed for 10 minutes, and the cat has been lying on the sofa in the living room for 15 minutes. How are you doing there?"

Female neighbor: "I just contacted her here. The plan went very smoothly. The female target was shopping in the mall and was successfully detained by her colleagues. Plus the time it takes to drive back, we have at least half an hour to act."

Male neighbor: "Don't be careless."

The female neighbor nodded in agreement.

After a while, the female neighbor held up a loudspeaker-like device towards Dior's home and pressed the start button.

Suddenly, bursts of noise reached Dio's ears.

As we all know, the hearing band range of animals is wider than that of humans. Some particularly low or sharp sounds cannot be heard by humans, but cats and dogs can.The female neighbor was using a device that could officially control the frequency of sound.

After some operations, the female neighbor said: "The main target didn't respond. I adjusted the volume to normal, and the male target didn't respond either. The sleeping pills must have taken effect."

The male neighbor nodded, took out a walkie-talkie, and said: "Action!"

Subsequently, a van with a toilet sign on it stopped in front of Dior's house, and three workers in uniforms got out of the truck, carrying toolboxes.

The workers came to the door and opened it easily.

Then they put on their shoe covers and quietly worked around the house.One of them also found an apple pie with sleeping pills in it from the kitchen, then took out a new apple pie from the tool box, cut it according to the pattern, and put it back.

More than ten minutes later, the three of them walked out of the house, returned to the car, and drove away quickly.

At the neighbor's place, the male neighbor held a laptop and opened a software.Suddenly, small grids appeared on the computer screen, and what was displayed in the grid was Dior's home.

The three people just now turned out to be pretending to be under surveillance.

Based on the context, it is not difficult to guess that these two neighbors and the three people who installed surveillance are all agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Since the monitoring installation is successful, as long as it is not discovered, the rest will be a long period of monitoring.

The male neighbor closed his laptop and said to the female neighbor: "The target is still sleeping, and the effect of the medicine will last for at least an hour. We have been busy all morning. Let's have something to eat."

The female neighbor nodded calmly.

"By the way, after breakfast we have to visit other neighbors. Then, do you know how to cook? Since we are pretending to be a couple, it would be better to buy groceries and cook them at home."

I wonder if this fake couple's life can spark the spark of love?