Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

O'Donnell is a middle-aged man who doesn't fit in with the Sovereign Hotel.He was wearing a leather jacket, and there was rarely a smile on his face, and more often he had a cold, vigilant, and stern expression.

When you see his face, you will know that this is a street person who often wanders between black and white; his history must be full of various traces of not very legal, and there must be many of his friends who are not very legal. Someone who cares about the law - like Wolverine Logan.

If it weren't for the forward invitation, such a person would be stopped by hotel security before approaching the door of the Sovereign Hotel.But with the permission to move forward, he can grandly board the exclusive elevator and reach the top floor of the hotel amidst the amazed eyes of countless celebrities and wealthy guests.

However, O'Donnell himself was not very willing to accept this kind of treatment; when he saw Xiangqian, he turned a blind eye to the playboy's warm greeting, and the gloomy expression on his face was as gloomy as if his parents had just died.

Of course, Xiangqian knew that O'Donnell's parents had died long ago.

"What's the matter, man; not happy to see old friends?"

O'Donnell cast a cold glance: "My old friends would walk into my bar, order a Bloody Mary, and talk to me about the weather, the beach, and women; instead of dragging me out from behind the bar in front of so many other guests, Let four burly men in suits escort me away."

"Oh, you're talking about Logan; his style doesn't suit me." Qianqian didn't show any apology, "I can't sit at the bar of the Princess Bar, I can only sit on the leather sofa in the luxury suite of the hotel .Of course, I'd love to chat with you about the weather, the beach, and women, too."

"SHIT!" O'Donnell yelled, "Logan is right, you are a complete jerk."

"I think he has too much prejudice against me. Have you seen him recently?" Qianqian handed a glass of wine from behind the small bar in the suite; here, he is the owner of the bar.

O'Donnell was not as polite as Xiangqian, and took it in his hand, saying critically, "This wine has no taste at all." He poured the wine into his mouth, leaving no drop.

"Logan came here a few months ago." After drinking three consecutive glasses of wine, the expression on O'Donnell's face has changed from cloudy to clear; "He also mentioned you; he said that he had a hard time with you in Japan There was a fight."

Qianqian smiled and said, "Do you believe it?"

"Of course not," said O'Donnell. "If he did fight you hard, he'd tell me he beat you to death. Since he didn't say that, it was you Beat the crap out of him."

The two laughed together.

"I need you to help me find a few people; the kind of people who can manage transportation routes without the eyes of others."

O'Donnell asked suspiciously: "Why do you come to me? As long as the news is released, there are a lot of people in Madridpoor ​​who want to work for James Zion; you can find the best people in the world to do things for you. "

"I don't want the best, but the most reliable."

"How reliable is it?"

Thinking about it forward: "The kind of person who would rather die than betray the client, probably doesn't exist?"

O'Donnell sneered, "Of course it doesn't exist. You can't find it not only in Madripo Port, but in the whole world."

Illegal business is also a business, and all business is to seek money. How can you seek money if you can't save your life?For those smuggling and smuggling operators, they are just employed by Qianqian in exchange for a living, how can they expect others to risk their lives.

"I don't think so." Xiangqian couldn't say much about disappointment. "Then take a step back. Is there a person who can keep his mouth shut before encountering life-threatening threats, and even if he betrays his employer, will he find a way to notify him?"

O'Donnell nodded: "I know a few people like this."

"Bring them, quietly, and don't let anyone know." Qianqian pointed to Jia Ying who did not know when he would be beside him, "Let them talk to this lady at that time, money is not a problem, I will pay. "

O'Donnell had already drank several glasses of spirits in a row, and he couldn't help being moved by Jia Ying's icy beauty in his drunken eyes: "Hello, ma'am; I'm O'Donnell."

Jia Ying stretched out her hand and touched it lightly, which was not considered a formal handshake: "Jia Ying."

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Skye, who had just been sent out for shopping, ran in excitedly holding a bunch of things; when she suddenly found that there were strangers there, she stopped abruptly and shouted anxiously. One voice: "Hi, Mom, James."

Jia Ying glanced at her daughter and said calmly: "We will talk about it then." She turned around and took Skye away.

O'Donnell stared straight at the backs of the two girls who were also "young", until they disappeared outside the door, and then asked winkingly, "A man takes two girls and asks one to call the other one?" 'Mom.' Is this a new playboy game?"

Xiang Qiang said leisurely: "That Ms. Jia Ying is over 80 years old; if you take it to the extreme, her grade is enough to be your grandmother."

"What?" O'Donnell almost choked on the drink.

"What are you making such a fuss about?" Xiang Qiang said, "It's not the first time you've met someone who doesn't look old. If you'd known Logan 40 years ago, you'd have called him Uncle. But you met Logan ten years ago When we are together, we will only treat him as a brother."

O'Donnell suddenly felt a little unbelievable: "She is also a mutant."

"Probably not." Although Qianqian detected mutant-like genes in Gordon, since the other party denied his identity, he didn't intend to go into it.

Seeing that O'Donnell still had an inquisitive look on his face, Qiangqian simply cast a blind eye: "Now that technology is advanced, mutants may not be the only ones who can stay young."

"There is such a technology? Then all the women in the world will go crazy if they find out."

"Then wait until they find out, and they may not be able to afford the price." Xiang Qiang laughed.

O'Donnell rolled his eyes, and the wretched smile of a middle-aged man appeared on his face again: "So, those two are really mother and daughter? And they are still so young... You have indeed developed a new way of playing. ,Right?"

Rolling his eyes forward: "You should get out, buddy."

O'Donnell laughed loudly, and pointed forward winkingly, indicating: Let me guess.

Qianqian sneered and shrugged, resolutely refusing to respond.The relationship between him and Jia Ying can be hidden from the naive Skye, but not from O'Donnell; this kind of old gangster who has been in the market for many years and is used to seeing all kinds of teachings and tricks, has poisonous eyes.

After O'Donnell staggered away with four or five points of drunkenness, Qianqian found Jia Ying again.

"You should be impressed by Dr. Whitehall, especially his rejuvenated face; surely a portrait sketch would be all right?"

Jia Ying's eyes were gloomy: "Of course. Even if I go to hell, I will remember that face. What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find an insider to verify it." Xiang Xiang said, "The establishment of a communication line can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. To completely solve the problem, Whitehall must be completely solved."

Jia Ying's eyes lit up: "Are you going to deal with Whitehall?"

"Don't be too moved, Ms. Jia Ying; I did this only partly because of personal feelings, and more importantly because of the identity of Whitehall Hydra."

When Qianqian said this, he was standing behind the sofa, and Skye was sitting in front of him; he put his hands on the little girl's shoulders, making the other party mistakenly think that the so-called "personal feelings" were worthy of him.

But Jia Ying, who was sitting opposite, could see clearly that Playboy was clearly staring at her face when he said this, with meaningful eyes all over his eyes; only Skye couldn't see it.

Jia Ying was so angry that she almost gritted her teeth, but she dared not say anything.This look of hatred, shame, anger and fear, in Xiangqian's eyes, is simply breathtaking.

O'Donnell was right. Between Jia Ying and Skye's mother and daughter, the playboy did unconsciously have a bit of low-level thinking about "new ways of playing".

Fortunately, Xiangqian also knew that this kind of secret teasing must be done in moderation; after Jia Ying dictated, he personally drew a sketch portrait of Whitehall's middle-aged appearance, and after Jia Ying's final confirmation, he boarded the plane and flew directly to London —he was going to see Ms. Carter.

The Playboy's sudden visit obviously disrupted Ms. Carter's daily rhythm of life; when he walked into the door of the apartment, a dining car was being pushed out of Ms. Carter's bedroom. Behind the dining car was an old man with white hair, Passed by forward silently.

"Little guy, you ruined my original lunch break plan, and even the lunch time had to be shortened by 5 minutes than usual; this is not a good thing for the stomach of a 90-year-old man." Carter complained half-truthfully .

Spreading his hands forward: "Actually, I really want to have lunch with you, Aunt Carter."

"You should be having lunch with a young girl, not a 90-year-old lady," Carter said. "You wouldn't come to me so suddenly; tell me, what happened?"

He looked around and asked a little hesitantly: "If I activate the anti-eavesdropping device now, won't the security personnel from SHIELD suddenly rush in from the door?"

Carter frowned slightly. Her decades of secret service made her immediately realize the seriousness of the matter.

"No. The security cameras in this apartment are all outside, not in my bedroom."

He nodded slightly forward, but still opened the electronic bracelet on his hand, covering the bedroom with electronic interference.He then produced Whitehall's portrait sketch and handed it to Ms. Carter.

"Do you remember this man?"

Carter tried to open his eyes, and after looking at it for a while, he shook his head: "I may have seen this face, but I can't remember it."

It's not surprising to move forward, after all, this sketch of Whitehall's portrait is the middle-aged appearance of the other party. The last time Carter saw this face was more than 60 years ago; even if she saw Whitehall in the later days Hall, may not be this young appearance.

"In 1945, on the eve of the defeat of NAZI Germany, you captured a Hydra backbone member named Reinhardt in Austria, remember?"

Carter stared intently, searching his memory: "Yes, I have an impression of this person. He was in charge of researching superhumans in Hydra, and after being arrested, he tried to use his research results to make deals with the Allies, but was caught by me. Refused."

"Do you remember the last whereabouts of this man?" asked Qiangqian.

"I locked him up; the Allied government jointly authorized the Strategic Science Corps to have law enforcement powers over some special war criminals. I remember that he was sentenced to life imprisonment." Carter picked up the sketch again, "Is that him? I remember everything I don't know the face of this person."

Qianqian asked: "Is there a parole period for this person's life sentence?"

"How is it possible? Those imprisoned by the Strategic Science Corps are the most dangerous war criminals. For various reasons, some people are not suitable for immediate execution, but they are destined to never see the light of day."

"But the problem is, this Reinhardt has gained part of his freedom no later than the 90s of the last century." Xiangqian said, "He changed his name, called himself Dr. Whitehall, and continued to conduct superhuman research experiments ; a victim of an experiment specifically identified him."

"It's impossible!" Ms. Carter's originally muddy eyes suddenly became sharp, "Can you be sure that the person identified is Reinhardt?"

He nodded vigorously forward: "His identity is beyond doubt; what I want to know now is, who is this Reinhardt—or Dr. Whitehall—working for now? It is SHIELD, Or... Hydra?"

Carter held her forehead with her hand, and under the cover of her palm, her eyes flickered slightly: "Hydra has fallen apart with the death of Red Skull."

"Maybe, Aunt Carter." Said forward, "Before I found Whitehall, I also found a group of Hydra remnants in Sokovia; their leader was a Baron named Strucker .”

Ms. Carter was stunned for a moment, staring forward in a daze.

"Yes, I didn't lie to you." Xiang Qiang said, "Maybe it's a resurgence, maybe it's a comeback; in short, Hydra has grown a new head again."

Ms. Carter's eyes were full of disappointment, and she let out a painful wail with her hair drooping.

Xiangqian can understand the other party's painful mood at the moment.Destroying Hydra was the greatest achievement in her and Captain America's life, and her lover even paid the price of his life for it; but now someone suddenly told her that the victory you bought at the cost of your life was greatly beaten Discounts are unacceptable to anyone.

After a long time, Ms. Carter came back to her senses and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"As I said just now, we must first confirm who exactly Whitehall is working for." Xiangqian said, "If someone within S.H.I.E.L.D. revived the transaction that you vetoed back then, then the person behind Whitehall is God. Shield; if it weren't for that..."

"If this is not the case, it means that S.H.I.E.L.D. has fallen and been corrupted. Someone secretly helped a war criminal escape punishment." Ms. Carter's voice was unusually cold, "and it must be a high-level member."

"you're right."

"After checking it out? What are you going to do?" Carter asked again.

"If the person behind Whitehall is not S.H.I.E.L.D., I will find him out and kill him, and then report this matter to the World Security Council, and let them find out the worms inside S.H.I.E.L.D. Shield..."

Carter asked: "What would you do if S.H.I.E.L.D. was behind you?"

"I'll quietly find Whitehall and kill him; and try to keep S.H.I.E.L.D. from finding evidence that I did it."

Carter asked with a half-smile: "Are you willing to risk a direct conflict with S.H.I.E.L.D. to kill this...Whitehall?"

"If you know what Whitehall did, you'll understand what I mean; he dissected an innocent woman in a superhuman research experiment because she had some kind of immortality. He also Using the woman's organs to transform himself, from a hundred-year-old man back to a middle-aged man less than 50 years old."

Ms Carter's brow furrowed at the crimes forwarded.

"If Whitehall is indeed working for S.H.I.E.L.D., it means that S.H.I.E.L.D. has lost the line on some things."

Ms. Carter's face was heavy, but she echoed the forward sentiment: "You're right; S.H.I.E.L.D. shouldn't be an organization that loses its bottom line. What do you need from me?"

"I want to check the files of Reinhardt back then. Can you get them?"

"Of course, I still have a little face in S.H.I.E.L.D." Carter said, "But if I do this, I will definitely alarm the person who helped Reinhardt get out of prison."

Qianqian smiled and said, "That's right, so we have to find a reasonable excuse."

"What's your idea again?"

Putting a big smile forward: "Aunt Carter, have you ever thought about writing a memoir?"