My last name is Stark after I changed my job to become a female musketeer?

"How is it? Did you find anything?"

Following the flow of people gradually boarding the train, Skye, like a tourist sightseeing around, dragged her slightly tired body and slowly stepped into the train that could bring a moment of relaxation to her journey.

"The positioning information has not changed, and the target should still be on the train."

Simmons said while operating the drone to scan every passenger who walked out of the train and seemed to be planning to stay there.

Thanks to the Malbas data computing and processing system built by her, Fitz and Mester, the new generation of drones has greatly improved its data collection and computing capabilities.

Even in a complex situation like the one in front of us, which requires simultaneous detection and search of multiple targets, the new drone system can easily filter out the results that best match the set target through the database.

That is, the birth time of this system was a little late. If it was placed during the previous desperate virus incident, they might not have to go through such a big circle to find evidence of Pioneer Technology's secret illegal human experiments.

"Well, don't act rashly. Pay attention to the movement on the platform. We will act after the train starts."

Pretending to be a middle-aged office worker who does nothing, Coulson skillfully found his seat and sat down with a decadent look, and then stared at the night outside the window with a dull look.

"Got it."*3

Perhaps because of the dark night, most of the passengers in the carriage were resting with their luggage in their arms, and only a few were half asleep and half awake because the seats were too hard to sleep well.

Seeing that Coulson would board the train at this time, they couldn't help but look at him curiously, but after noticing that he was just a middle-aged man who was tired of making a living, they turned their eyes back and didn't pay attention to him anymore.

In their eyes, Coulson, like them, was just a small person in this world, living hard for themselves and their families.

Such an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary was not worth paying more attention to them.

Instead of wasting their energy on this, they might as well hold on for a while and continue to endure the torture of sleepiness and fatigue.

However, people's situations are often different. At this moment, in the No. 8 carriage at the other end, there is another lively scene.

Unlike the decadent middle-aged man disguised by Coulson, Melinda arranged the role of Sif as a photographer who yearns for natural scenery.

In addition to the travel backpack, she also had a camera hanging conspicuously on her neck. Combined with the frameless glasses on her face, she looked like a naive person living in the city.

Her appearance immediately attracted the attention of the confused passengers in the carriage.

Especially the vast majority of men among them, the fatigue caused by staying up late and fatigue was swept away in an instant, and they adjusted their tired postures one by one, secretly hoping that this young, beautiful and elegant girl could go on the journey with them.

Little did they know that the stunning beauty in the eyes of the men at this moment was far from as simple as they saw.

Noticing the men's gazes, Sif just smiled back without saying anything, nor did she sit next to them as they wished, but found a middle-aged woman and sat down politely.

Seeing this, the men who had briefly burst out hormones suddenly lost their momentum, and simply retracted their deliberately upright postures, returning to their original dazed state.

There's no more fun, so I'd better go back to sleep, hoping that there will be better results in my dreams...

The same situation also happened to Skye and Melinda, but they were no longer surprised by it, so everything was normal.

Dinglingling~

The sound of the train departing sounded, and as the carriage door slowly closed, this train running in the night finally embarked on its journey again.

"Sif, come with me to Car No. 7. Let's confirm the target first. Everyone else, stand by."

Seeing that the train had completely left the previous station, Coulson immediately stood up from his seat, pretended to go to the bathroom, and slowly moved towards the car behind him.

As early as when they boarded the train, Fitz had already operated the drone to conduct a preliminary screening of the car where the target was located.

But there was only an elderly man at the location. Through the window glass, Fitz couldn't tell whether he was Ward in disguise. He could only wait for Coulson and others to confirm it in person.

Walking into the bathroom of the train as if nothing had happened, Coulson skillfully pulled out the pistol on his waist and checked the magazine. He confirmed that it was loaded with Frigga bullets. Then he gathered his mind, pushed the door again, pretended to go in the wrong direction, and walked towards Car No. 7.

And Sif, who received the order, had quietly come to the other end of the aisle at this moment, and approached the target location face to face with Coulson.

…

Sitting in her seat, playing with her phone as if nothing had happened, Skye wore headphones and pretended to listen to music, while her eyes scanned the passengers around her one by one.

This seems to have become a habit for her now. Whenever she arrives in an unfamiliar place, she will first observe the surrounding environment and people, and be prepared to deal with any unexpected situations without attracting other people's attention as much as possible.

However, at this moment, a tall conductor walked in from the front car, holding a ticket checking device in his hand, and it seemed that he was here to check tickets.

Seeing this, Skye didn't think anything was wrong, and then took out the certificates and tickets that Colson had distributed to them in advance, and waited for the conductor to check the tickets.

"Hello, madam, please show me your ID and ticket."

It was Skye's turn, the conductor said softly with a smile on his face, while extending his left hand to Skye.

Looking at the mature face with a slight beard, Skye couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and subconsciously compared it with Grant Ward.

"Miss?"

Seeing that Skye didn't move, the conductor narrowed his eyes slightly suspiciously and warned again.

Skye came to his senses after hearing the sound, and hurriedly handed over the ID and license plate that he had prepared in advance.

The latter took the ticket and ID and checked them on the device in his hand. After confirming that there were no problems, he made a mark on the small book and the ticket in his hand, and then returned the ID and ticket to Skye.

"Thank you for your cooperation, and I wish you a pleasant journey."

"Oh, thank you."

After witnessing the opponent's movements, Skye judged from the opponent's pen-using habit that the opponent should be left-handed.

This was not in line with the impression of Grant Ward's habits. Skye couldn't help but sigh, mentally cursing herself for being a little too sensitive.

The conductor was obviously much taller than Grant Ward, and his body was a bit stronger, and he was left-handed. It didn't look like that guy was pretending...

"Hello, old sir, do you mind if I sit here?"

Giving Sif a look to signal the other party to stay alert, Coulson simply sat down opposite the old man.

It seemed that he was startled by Colson's sudden appearance. The old man shivered all over and subconsciously tightened the package in his arms.

"Who are you and what do you plan to do?"

The old man's vigilant look did not seem to be fake. Coulson frowned slightly, and then glanced at the other package that was guarded by the old man. That was the location that his group was looking for.

"Colson, he's not Ward."

Simmons' affirmative voice came to his ears, and Coulson couldn't help but sigh.

He could also see this, after all, the old man in front of him was too thin.

I couldn't see it clearly when I was far away, but now I sat across from the old man, and the man's skinny body hidden under his robe suddenly came into view.

"Old man, it's like this. My friend's backpack was left on the seat, but he can't make it now, so he can only ask me to come and get it..."

Colson didn't want to irritate the old man, so he said in as calm a tone as possible:

"So, can you let me see the backpack next to you?"

To be honest, if other people heard Coulson say this, they might not be happy on the spot.

The more ruthless ones will usually say: "Why did you say you left your backpack and came to me to look for it? I also said this backpack is mine!"

Or: "I've never met you. You said that the owner of this backpack is your friend? How can you prove it?"

In fact, Coulson knew in his heart that it was very abrupt to say this, but he couldn't find any other excuse.

Forget it if it was a young or middle-aged man, Coulson could just take a photo of his FBI ID and ask him to hand over his backpack to cooperate with the investigation.

Or simply say that there are dangerous goods in the backpack, and you and others need to check it, please cooperate.

But the old man looked quite old, and he didn't seem to have anyone to take care of him when he was away from home. Coulson was worried that he would scare the old man, so he simply found a less forceful excuse.

However, to Colson's surprise, the old man did not show any dissatisfaction after hearing what Colson said. Instead, he seemed to relax and let out a sigh of relief.

"Are you just friends with that young man?"

The old man looked at Sif who was standing next to Colson. After looking her up and down, he seemed to think that such a beautiful girl was not a bad person. He reached out and took the girl who had been placed on his bed from his side. Backpack on one side.

"The young man told me that a friend would come to me to pick up this bag, but he didn't say exactly when he would come back, which made me very nervous along the way, for fear that I would fall asleep and miss you..."

The old man kept talking about the instructions given by a certain young man before leaving, and at the same time complained that the young man was really too heart-warming, and that this stranger believed in everyone.

Colson was confused as he listened to the old man's words. He was a little unsure whether the young man the old man was talking about was Grant Ward.

However, the old man did not seem to doubt the identities of Coulson and the two.

"You look a little different from the photo. I almost didn't recognize you just now..."

The old man smiled and handed the package to Colson, indicating to the latter to check whether everything was correct.

"photo?"

Keenly aware of the key information in the old man's words, Coulson's face froze.

"Yes, that young man showed me a photo of you. You are in a suit and tie. You look very elegant. You are very different from you now..."

The old man said, pointing to the old suit on Coulson's body with some regret.

"Did you lose money in business? Or did you trade in stocks?"

The old man seemed to be very touched. Before Colson could respond, he sighed again.

"Oh, I was just like you at the beginning, and I was very high-spirited, but it's a pity that I listened to those damn guys to invest, and now..."

Colson listened to the old man looking back on the past, and in his mind, he roughly understood the truth of the matter from the few words the old man just said.

Ward seemed to be disguised as a young man with the help of a static veil, and then deliberately handed the backpack to the old man in front of him, and asked him to give it to his friend.

The friend he mentioned was also Coulson, and he also showed the old man a photo of himself so that the old man could confirm and give the backpack to him.

Only then did the old man have the normal reaction he had just now.

"Ward has known for a long time that you will find him... No, it should be said that he has known for a long time that there is an installation position on this cloak."

Simmons on the Quinjet took a breath of cold air. Coulson was once again calculated by Ward.

If we follow what the old man said just now, Ward didn't actually board the train, but handed the backpack containing the optical camouflage cloak to the old man and got off the train.

The purpose of this operation is to attract the attention of Coulson and himself and others, and then take the opportunity to escape from their shell and completely escape their pursuit.

"You mean, we were tricked by Ward?"

Having just listened to the entire process of Coulson's side through the communication channel, Skye's expression suddenly changed when he realized the problem.

As expected, things took a turn in the direction they least expected to see. If Ward had not boarded the train, all their previous efforts to chase Ward would have been in vain.

And it has been more than an hour. Even if they are able to rush back now, they have lost Ward's position and want to find that guy again. It is not like looking for a needle in a haystack.

You know, that guy Ward still has a camouflage artifact like an electrostatic veil in his hand.

Even if Skye hacked all the cameras in the United States with Veronica and Jarvis, she would never be able to find the qualified result among those hundreds of millions of people.

This amount of data is really too large. You must know that SHIELD spent a whole day searching for Loki all over the world, and this was even when Loki had no intention of hiding it.

But right now, as long as that guy Ward wants, he can disguise himself as any man who matches his body shape.

As long as he wasn't found voluntarily, Skye and the others would never be able to catch him, even if they tried their best.

Thinking of this, Skye secretly clenched her fists, feeling very discouraged.

My current strength is indeed good, but once I meet these guys who are playing tricks with their brains, I feel more and more useless.

This was the case during the Insight Project. Coulson and the others were worried that they and others would not be used as weapons, so they were not allowed to participate.

At that time, Skye still felt very rich. She felt that she was a top hacker with an IQ far beyond ordinary people. How could she not be able to control this little calculation.

She never thought that facing Grant Ward now, Skye would finally understand what evil is in the world.

"Don't be discouraged in a hurry, it's not time to give up yet..."

Melinda, who was also on communication, interjected and asked.

She could hear the discouragement of the team members from the conversation just now, so she felt that she needed to say something.

"If Ward hadn't boarded the car, it would be a little more troublesome to find him, but it's not impossible. Coulson, do you want Captain Price to take action?"

However, the response from Coulson was not as discouraged and angry as Skye and others expected, but was extremely calm.

"No, no, that guy must still be on the train."

Coulson's tone was very determined.

"Still in the car? Why? Didn't that old man just say that he got off the car?"

Simmons was very puzzled. Even if she could see this move, Coulson couldn't help but see it, right?

That guy Ward used an optical camouflage cloak to attract everyone's attention, and then took the opportunity to disguise himself as someone else, blend in with the crowd, and escape from the train station. This set of operations would definitely be done by Simmons himself.

"No, he's not getting out of the car."

Coulson looked at the backpack with the optical camouflage cloak in front of him, and he became more and more sure of his guess.

After thanking the old man in a deep voice, Colson stood up from his seat with his backpack and scanned all the passengers in the carriage.

"Skye, Melinda, you start checking from Car No. 1 and scan every passenger one by one for every eligible passenger, regardless of gender!"

After decisively giving the order to the communication channel, Coulson walked towards the next carriage under the confused gaze of the old man.

The old man and Sif were left looking at each other, somewhat at a loss.

After hearing Coulson's order, Skye was puzzled, but she didn't ask any more questions. She simply stood up from her seat, took out her tactical terminal from her pocket, and scanned every passenger in the carriage one by one to confirm. .

Coulson must have his reasons for doing this. Anyway, it's too late to go back at this point. Adhering to the principle that he would rather kill the wrong person than let go, he will scan all the people here first!

In this way, Skye and Melinda started from Car No. 1, while Coulson and Sif started from Car No. 8. Both sides searched towards the middle of the train at the same time, and soon completed the search for 4 Group carriage search.

"No targets were found in carriages 1 and 2."

"The same goes for No. 7 and No. 8. Keep going, he can't escape."

Coulson's tone still sounded full of confidence, but I don't know where his confidence came from.

However, when the two groups of people were about to continue to move towards the No. 3, 4, 5, and 6 carriages in front of them, a man's loud shout suddenly came from the No. 3 carriage, which was only one door away from Skye and the others!

"What are you doing?! Don't move! Police!!!"

I should only be able to update twice today, 10,000 words. Tomorrow is the last day of the month, and the 60,000-word quota is not enough. Alas...