Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

The place where Captain Rogers met Qianqian was the cafe where he had previously traded with the MI6 female agent; this arrangement also made Pierce and others think about it.

When the captain came, it happened to be the traditional afternoon tea time for the British, and the cafe was bustling with people; almost every table was filled with guests, and everyone was talking in low voices. Instead of the noisy environment as imagined, it seemed very quiet.

Qianqian sat in the innermost booth, drinking his second cup of coffee leisurely today; the file bag that aroused countless reveries of S.H.I.E.L.D. was still grandly placed on the table.

The captain had a shaggy beard on his face. Although he was still full of energy, he could not conceal the anxiety on his face, as well as the mental exhaustion caused by the long hours of running around.

"James, you said there's news about Peggy..." the captain couldn't help asking after a few steps away.

"Hush..." Qianqian made a silent gesture, "Captain, some topics are not suitable for public announcement, you should pay attention to the occasion."

The captain looked around, pointing at the bustling passengers, with a puzzled face: "Pay attention to the occasion? Did you choose such an occasion?"

"Is there any question?" Xiang Qiang asked back with a smile.

Without waiting for the captain to answer, the playboy picked up a small sugar spoon and tapped it on the cup; the crisp tapping sound was like a pause button, and everyone in the cafe stopped at the same time.

The friends who were talking cordially withdrew their expressions, as if the person on the other side had suddenly become a stranger; the waiters and customers who were communicating were silent at the same time, and each stood up straight; the customers who were pushing the door in from the outside stopped in their tracks. The hand pushing the door freezes in mid-air.

Soon, another voice sounded: "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the performance is over, please come to me to settle the fee; thank you for your cooperation..."

The bustling crowd in the cafe swarmed out and dispersed like the ebb tide of the sea, leaving only an empty cafe; only the soft music floating in the air proved to Captain Rogers that this was a normal business a minute ago coffee shop.

Even though he was used to storms on the battlefields of World War II, Steve Rogers was still dumbfounded by this move.

"How did you do it?" asked the captain.

Qiangqian didn't take it seriously: "This question is a bit complicated to answer; to put it simply... I paid."

"what?"

"Since I've been in London, I've had people sneaking around me; I don't want those people near me, so I start by filling the space with people...it's as simple as that."

"Where did you find people, it's like a magic trick; they are more forbidden than soldiers." The captain said with emotion.

"Yes, this is magic—the magic of money. The effect of money is much greater than military orders." Xiang Qiang said, "A group of extras who have been on the set all the year round, I asked them to recruit them, saying that they would rehearse a movie in a cafe. Small clip; I have to say, they acted professionally."

"Do they really believe your bullshit? What about filming short films or something?"

Spreading his hands forward: "Why don't you believe it? If you observe carefully, you will find that the camera in the corner is still working; life is difficult, captain, not everyone can receive a high pension at a young age. To these For the extras, they are more concerned about whether they can get paid enough from me. As for whether I am actually making a movie, WHOCARES?"

"Is this the way you do things? Driving people with money?"

Qianqian pretended not to hear the ironic meaning of the captain's words, and still smiled all over his face: "If you ask who is the richest person in the world, the answer is still disputed between me and Tony; but if you ask who knows how to spend money better money, then the answer is beyond doubt.”

"You spent so much money just to let me take a safe look at the news you got? How important is that news?" When the captain asked this, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the file bag on the table.

"Don't worry, safety can't be guaranteed yet." After gesturing forward, two assistants approached the captain with detectors in hand.

"You think I'll have a bug on me?" The captain was slightly dissatisfied.

"Who knows? Maybe you don't even know."

"I'm not the type to lack vigilance..."

"Di——" the captain was slapped in the face by the warning sound of the detector before he finished speaking;

"Don't look, the detector is not malfunctioning." He signaled forward, and asked the assistant to peel off the flight jacket on the captain; then he took a paper knife and cut it open along the seam, revealing the small and exquisite jacket in the collar. bug.

As the sound of "Dididi" continued, the bugging devices were quickly pulled out from the inner lining of the skirt and hem one after another.

"This is my favorite jacket." The captain looked at the ripped clothes, trying to hide his embarrassment without words.

"It's okay, I know the best tailors on Savile Row, and I promise to help you restore the clothes." Pointing forward to the captain's trousers, "Is this belt your favorite too? I heard the alarm... ..."

"..." The captain's eyes almost turned into dead fish eyes.

After a while, the assistant took out his mobile phone from the captain's jacket and threw it to Qiangqian.

Seeing Xiangqian turn on his phone and connect to the tablet, the captain suddenly became anxious: "Hey, should you pay attention to other people's privacy?"

"From the moment you use your smartphone, you have no so-called privacy." Qiangqian responded coldly, "The smartphone itself is a fully functional wiretapping device."

Faced with forward sarcasm, he was embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. After all, he had been frozen for nearly 70 years, and the captain would inevitably show timidity at this time, showing the sequelae of being out of touch with society for a long time.

I only heard Qiangqian laugh "Aha" and mocked: "It seems that SHIELD has done a good job of protecting you; there are no other people's eavesdropping programs in your mobile phone—only SHIELD's own."

Talking forward, he took the tin foil for cooking that the assistant dug out from the bar, and wrapped the phone tightly.

The captain's face flushed red.He is a traditional soldier who trusts his comrades, obeys orders, and sacrifices himself for others; it is difficult for him to accept the S.H.I.E.L.D.'s style of distrusting his own people, let alone this kind of spying.

"Don't be sad, captain; you're not the only one being targeted." Xiangqian picked up a pile of scrap metal from the side of the seat, "Look, this was removed from my private plane and car; Two of them were brought in by extras recruited just now."

The captain stared blankly at the pile of junk, and asked for a long time, "How important is the information you brought?"

He nodded forward to the file bag: "You ask this? It's actually worthless."

"What?" This was the second time the captain felt unexpected.