Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

Even in January, the Florida coast 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 turned to the predetermined position, he raised his head and nodded to the action team members beside him, signaling the start of the action.

There is no tense and dignified atmosphere, and there will be no exciting scenes of police and robber firefights; the target of their trip is just a helpless little girl, a hacker, whose greatest skill is typing on the keyboard.

There is almost no action risk in such an arrest target, and the only concern is that the other party will run away in advance if the news is leaked; and Agent Sitwell is best at keeping secrets and blocking news.

So Mr. Agent was pretty sure the target was still in the hotel room and unaware of the imminent raid and capture.

The field team responsible for the arrest explained what "professionalism" is with practical actions.

Quietly approaching the room where the target is located, and taking positions outside the door in assault formation; the battering hammer violently breaks the door, the team members file in, cross cover-every step is carried out smoothly and perfectly.

If there was one imperfection to be found in this operation, it would undoubtedly be the result.

There were one "clear" after another coming out of the room, but no report of the target was heard.How big can a motel room be?After three "clears" in a row, Agent Sitwell knew he had screwed up.

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

"Sir, the target's electronic equipment and travel bag were in the room, but no identification was found, and no credit cards or cash. There was no suspicious trace in the room, and the target left by himself." The report of the operation team also showed their Professional and competent.

Sitwell picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted his colleagues in the other direction: "Is the target's car still in place?"

"Yes, no one is approaching." The opposite replied.

"SHIT!" Hearing this answer, both the commander Sitwell and the action team members responsible for the arrest knew that the target had escaped from 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 of this motel, as well as the cameras at every intersection around the periphery; let the technical department find out what is in the picture Any suspicious figure."

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

"Our target is a hacker in his early twenties, not a professional agent; her actions will leave a trail. Find her. Where is the hotel owner? I need to speak to him."

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

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

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

Such cars can be seen everywhere around the waterfront, without any noteworthy place.

A small head protruded from under the passenger seat, looking out the car window; the owner of the head sat up straight and let out a sigh of relief until it was confirmed that the car had left the eyes of the agents.

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

"They're agents, who knows if there will be see-through equipment or something." The girl in the passenger seat looked terrified, "Some agents can see the hidden guns of the other party through their clothes."

The man in the driver's seat was amused: "You have seen too much [-]; and, even with the perspective equipment, isn't your hiding posture just now more suspicious?"

"..." The girl was stunned by the words. She couldn't think of a rebuttal for a long time, and angrily lifted the hood on her head, revealing an Asian face—it was the melon egg little Hackers Kay.

"Why are you here? Don't tell me you just came here to surf on vacation." Skye stared at the man in the driver's seat, "Mr. F, you look more like an agent than a hacker now."

Of course, the one in the driver's seat is forward after disguise.

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

"borrowed?"

"Um, 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."

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

Qianqian retorted confidently: "I have never thought of stealing a car. Car thieves steal the car to take it as their own; and we just borrow the right to use the car for a period of time, and we will return it later. The owner of the car—although he didn’t pay it back in person. There is an essential difference between the two behaviors.”

"..." Skye was speechless again, and finally leaned back on the chair with his hands folded across his chest, expressing with body language, "I don't want to respond to your irrational words."

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

Xiangqian was amused again: "Rules? You've only joined 'Rising Tide' for a few days, do you know what rules are?"

"The rule is that one thing is one thing." The little hacker girl was irritated by Qianqian's contempt, "Money and goods are paid, the transaction is completed; the employer and the employee cut off contact. In some professional terms, this is called a security rule. "

"Then according to the security regulations, I shouldn't have come to you, and you should have been caught by S.H.I.E.L.D.; you call this 'safety'?"

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

Looking at the little girl's bitter anger, Xiang Xiang was filled with inexplicable happiness.Teasing this little hacker gave him a chance to relive his childhood life, just like when he was ignorant and ignorant, he and his sister tried every means to tease the crying little baby girl.

It was a happy time worth remembering; moving forward is just a pity, when the little baby girl grew up, she didn't cry so easily.

Fortunately, Xiangqian's bad taste came to an end. 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, puzzled.

"Of course it's the file you stole from the S.H.I.E.L.D. server."

"What!" Upon hearing the answer, Skye jumped up from the passenger seat on the spot like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, staring forward with a pair of big eyes, as if to eat people.

"You stole my information! Why?"

"It's just a moment 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 viciously at Qianqian's disguised face, and unconsciously began to grind his teeth, wishing to bite off a piece of flesh from the opponent.

After a long time, Skye turned his face away angrily, searched around in the carriage again, and shouted: "Stop, stop!"

"What are you doing?" Xiangqian frowned and stopped, "We are not safe yet!"

"I'm going to find a computer, and all my equipment is left in the hotel." Skye squeezed the USB flash drive tightly, making Qianqian worry that it might be crushed.The little girl's eager expression makes one realize that she is eager to know the truth recorded in the document, and she is not willing to delay for a moment.

"Calm down, girl; the document is in your hands, and you have plenty of time to read it. Our first priority is to find a safe place." Moving forward to comfort the irritable girl, "If you really can't wait, I can dictate it to you; I've read that document."

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

Shrugging forward pointlessly: "I was curious for a while. To be honest, if I hadn't read the document, I would never have thought that the content inside would have something to do with me."

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

"You heard me right, this document has something to do with me." Xiang Qiang rarely released his patience, "So, do you want to listen to me? A story from 20 years ago—a story that is more complete than documented records."

Skye suddenly fell silent. She looked forward several times and tried to open her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. Finally, she retracted into the passenger seat, folded her hands on her chest and said nothing.

Xiangqian knew that this was a slight psychological self-defense mechanism under extreme agitation, he did not continue talking to Skye, but told the story by himself:

"In the 80s, during the civil war in Myanmar, a large number of border residents became refugees in order to escape the war. The International Red Cross established several refugee camps near the borders with China and Thailand in northern and eastern Myanmar."

"There was an American doctor named Calvin Johnson who went to one of the refugee camps as Doctors Without Borders to carry out medical assistance. He helped many people and gained the gratitude of many people; of course, the most gratifying thing for him is that, He also found love in the refugee camp."

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

Having said that, Qianqian deliberately paused for a moment, and he saw Skye's body trembling unconsciously.

After thinking about it, I decided to continue talking, although the following content no longer contained the slightest element of happiness.

"However, Dr. Calvin's happy life lasted only a few months; at the end of February or early March 1990, the refugee camp where he and his wife lived was attacked by unknown armed groups. Most of the people in the refugee camp were killed. Killed, and 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." Qianqian tried to maintain a calm tone, "According to those who surveyed the scene afterwards, the militants who attacked the refugee camp used some kind of extremely inhuman biological and chemical weapons. Many dead bodies were completely dry and unrecognizable; It can only be confirmed that there is no white male body in it, but Dr. Calvin's wife ... they can't confirm whether she is alive or dead."

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

Qianqian quietly steered the steering wheel without continuing to speak; after a long time, he heard an almost inaudible voice from the passenger seat: "Am I that baby girl?"

"Yes." Xiang Qiang said, "After news of the biochemical attack spread locally, SHIELD stepped in to investigate; they found you in Dr. Calvin's residence—you were the only survivor at the scene."

"My mother, what's her name?" When Skye said the word "Mom", he heard a faint weeping trill.

"No one knows." Xiangqian 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 distributed in different refugee camps." , are far away from each other; they also only heard that your father got married and had a daughter, but they failed to provide more detailed information."

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

Driving forward focused, without disturbing Skye.

At times like this, it's okay to cry.