Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

"What do the Americans say?"

"They refused to disclose the case; neither DHS nor the FBI were silent."

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

Ever since he learned that the leader of "Rising Tide" was arrested, Xiangqian has been very concerned about this wiretapping case and asked "Old 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 was someone he helped to catch.

He sneered forward: "It's expected."

Robbery and food protection are not the expertise of US law enforcement agencies. Law enforcement agencies in any country in the world will do the same under the same circumstances.

What's more, Qianqian is not an American!If it wasn't for the fact that the wiretapping case was aimed at the World Security Council and the questioning was done in the name of Representative Gu, the other party might not even reveal the identity of the suspect.

"Withdraw all our people and don't take any further actions; we must make others think that we are just curiosity in the normal range. We will meet at the airport and inform the crew to prepare for takeoff."

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

It is imperative to contact the "Rising Tide" organization, and it can only be done in a secret state; strictly speaking, meeting directly offline is against the survival rules of hackers, but Qianqian has reasons to do so.

If you want "Rising Tide" to serve as cannon fodder for the dead, you must first ensure that they are qualified to be cannon fodder; as far as investigating the truth of Howard's death is concerned, at least "Rising Tide" must have the ability to break through the deep protection program of the S.H.I.E.L.D. server.

The "rising tide" people do not lack technology, but they lack equipment and organizational skills.

Under its loose organizational structure, it is difficult to guarantee that they will maintain enough enthusiasm for investigation operations; there may be three or five "high tide" members who take up investigation tasks on a whim, but become discouraged after a period of failed attempts , making birds and beasts scattered.

Qianqian must win the trust of the other party through direct meetings, in order to try to make "Rising Tide" fully devote manpower and time to this work.

And the work of this kind of secret meeting obviously cannot be handed over to Tony; firstly, he must have entered the sight of S.H.I.E.L.D. The team is still able to deal with the paparazzi of the gossip tabloids, but it is not enough to deal with a professional intelligence agency like S.H.I.E.L.D.

After counting and counting, there is only one way to move forward.

But when Qianqian explained his plans on the plane, "Old Hong" almost didn't start cursing.

"Staying alone in the United States... how do you think that one time is one time?" Lai Qianqian, who worked part-time as a security guard, was full of anger, "This practice seriously violates security regulations, have you reported it to the director? ?”

How is it possible to report?If you really want Uncle Xian to know, can you still leave?

"Lao Hong" understood the behavior of Xiangqian's silence and retaliation; "No, I will report to the director immediately."

then……

"Go forward, I'm fucking you!" Looking at the notification on the phone that "can't find the signal", "Old Hong" yelled; he knew that the range of the signal shielding was at most in the cabin of the plane, so he turned around and headed for the cabin door. As he walked, he bumped into several rather tall figures head-on.

"Old Hong, why are you so angry? There's no need! Come on, come on, sit down." The leading middle-aged man blocked the hatch tightly with a mouthful of "Gangpu".

"Old Hong" was about to die of anger: "Fang Zheng, what are you doing here?"

"Look at what you said, Xiang Sheng is my boss, and the boss has orders. Of course, I, a wage earner, can only listen to me." Fangzheng completely wore the attire and tone of a middle-aged "hippie", "I also want to eat to support my family. It was pinched in someone else's hands."

Fangzheng and the bodyguards who came with him held hands, hugged waists, and dragged "Old Hong" back to the cabin with a playful smile and pressed him on the chair.

"Boss, I brought you something." After holding down "Old Hong", Fang Zheng passed the box in his hand to Qiangqian.

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

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has a lot of black technology. If it wasn't for capturing the lurking agents, I really don't know that their development of camouflage tools is so advanced."

Talking forward while covering the face with the mask, the nanomaterials immediately began to adjust the position of the material according to the face shape of the camouflaged object; The original face contour.

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

"I've wronged you. After returning to China, I will hide in the safe house for a few days." Qianqian took the suit and put it on, and an elite security guard was newly released.

"After returning to China, I will report and apply for transfer!" "Lao Hong", who was pressed on the chair, shouted angrily as he watched Qianqian complete the identity change.

For "Old Hong", Xiangqian is a little bit sorry; after all, if he got away in this way, it would be regarded as "Old Hong" negligence if he strictly pursued it.

"Go back and see Uncle Xian, and persuade him not to be too angry for me, it hurts the liver."

Waving forward, he got off the plane mixed with the bodyguard team of the American branch; on the gangway, he could vaguely hear "Old Hong" roaring: "You wait, go back to China and see if the chief doesn't punish you!"

Sigh... Things like violating the regulations are actually like lice on the body, if there are too many, it doesn't feel itchy anymore.

The main reason is that although Zheng Xian often uses regulations to restrain Xiangqian, strictly speaking, the restraint behavior is a bit embarrassing in terms of procedures: Xiangqian is only a consultant, and has never been an official staff member of the Shenspear Bureau.In many cases, compliance with regulations can only be persuaded, not ordered.

As for Zheng Xian scolding Xiangqian bloody every time, it's not because of his status as the director of the spear, but because he is the uncle of the two brothers and sisters of the Xiang family.

In the airport waiting hall, Xiangqian and a group of bodyguards watched the Bombardier Express soar into the sky, and then boarded the car and returned to New York, where the American branch of Wude Group is located.

After changing his face again in the branch office, Xiangqian successfully integrated into the crowds of this international financial metropolis, and quietly embarked on a journey to Washington.

In the case of deliberately controlling the speed of the car, he moved forward until it was bright and did not arrive in Washington, DC, and then walked into the appointed coffee shop with a tired face and asked for a breakfast.

The image of an American elite social animal who is running around for a living.

Xiangqian carefully maintains this image; he will skillfully greet the waitress who delivers the food, put his laptop on the table and work hard, and respond with a little indifference and politeness to the familiar young black man next to him.

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

There were quite a few people having breakfast in the cafe, and there were many chattering voices around.

"I'm graduating from college next year and I'm here for an internship. You can't imagine how surprised my classmates were when they knew I could come to Washington for an internship."

"congratulations……"

"I'm going to Capitol Hill, have you been there?"

"Been to..."

"Really, do you work there?"

"No, I work for a consulting firm."

"Oh……"

Xiangqian chatted with the black brother one after another.The so-called consulting firm is of course a disguised identity at the moment. This kind of company is also called a lobbying firm, which is a characteristic product of the American political circle; they have another name in the American population: power brokers.

In Washington, if you throw a brick at random, you will hit the lobbyists.

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

On the surface of the laptop, an ordinary office software is running, and huge and complicated reports are listed on the screen; while the background program has started the encryption program sent by the "Rising Tide Organization".

However, forward played a little trick.

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

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

Be careful sailing for thousands of years, no one can guarantee that the leader of the "high tide" who has undergone a night of interrogation after being arrested will not confess to today's meeting.

The time has come, and everything in the café is business as usual.

There is nothing different from the inside to the outside, the guests are still the guests, what they should eat and what they should drink, no one suddenly stood up and took out their IDs to ask everyone to cooperate with the investigation, and no one paid attention to the TV station that was constantly sending out encrypted signals "Broiler" computer.

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

This girl is so out of place.

She was wearing a long windbreaker, the hood was pulled up to cover most of her head, and she had dodgy eyes when facing everyone's attention, almost putting 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 dealing with the waiter casually, she impatiently took out her notebook from her backpack and worked nervously.

After a while, she raised her head in astonishment, first staring intently at the unused public computers, then blankly looking around, staring at every customer; after a long while, she seemed to suddenly realize that she was in a hurry. He picked up his laptop and rushed out the door.

Seeing a series of movements, he leaned forward and sighed, unable to complain.

Is this for fear that others will not notice her, and that others will not know that she has a problem?

Where did this girl come from?