Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

The party organized by Tony Stark, with James Zion as the guest, was held at Stark's own mansion; few people could refuse such an invitation.

Although the set party time was the next night, the paparazzi line around the villa more than doubled in size from noon onwards.Every actress who entered the villa was surrounded by flashing lights, thinking that they were walking on the Oscars red carpet.

Actresses from all walks of life arrived one after another, the sky was getting dark, and the party began.

Qianqian and Tony shuttled among the flowers like butterflies, circling left and right, swaying, completely missing the cautious, meticulous and ambitious capitalist temperament in the laboratory.

The paparazzi teams outside the venue were all in top working condition.Because the distance was too far, various telephoto lenses were set up one after another.

Stark Garzian and the gossip machine that can feed two-thirds of the gossip newspapers in the United States are attacking together. This is a good opportunity to be able to eat for three years with one opening.

Among the many paparazzi, some strange people sneaked in.

In a commercial van disguised as an OB van, three agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. were staring intently at several monitor screens.

The pictures on the screen are different. There is a panoramic view of Stark’s villa from a high altitude, the villa’s gate and the main picture monitored from the front with a telephoto lens, and the last one is a somewhat wobbly “category” among the guests. One Angle" screen.

From time to time, the agent would issue a few instructions, most of which were sent to Barbara Morse, the newly promoted fifth-level female agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. who had successfully sneaked into the Party.

"I saw the target, and I think I can talk to him. That playboy almost fired up every woman who passed by him." Barbara's lowered voice could be clearly heard in the headset.

"According to the predetermined plan, Mockingbird, no direct contact with the target is allowed."

"Then what am I doing here?" Barbara said dissatisfied; it could be heard that this was not a very quiet person.

"Once again, direct contact with the target is not allowed. This is an indirect surveillance operation. We must put an end to any behavior that may arouse the suspicion of the target." The order issued in the live broadcast car was extremely serious.

"Your two o'clock direction, that's Tony Stark's bodyguard, Happy Hogan. He may provide some target information."

Soon, Harpy's fat face appeared in the "first-person-like screen" on the monitor.

It was really easy for a fifth-level female agent to strike up a conversation with an ordinary bodyguard of a rich man, and Happy had a lot of fun with just a few words.

"Yes, that's right; James and Tony have a very good relationship. I don't really know how they became friends, but Miss Potts mentioned to me by accident that James lived at the Stark's house for a while when he was a child. ..."

"It happened a long time ago, when Mr. Howard was still around, and James was just a child..."

"You can't believe it, can you? Me too! If it weren't for the completely different skin colors, everyone would think that the two of them are brothers..."

"You know, I've always wanted to invest in a movie, and my greatest dream is to be a producer. Tony is very supportive of my idea..."

A few minutes later, Barbara got away, and when she reached the edge of the crowd, she complained angrily on the communication channel: "That damned fat man, he has been chattering for a long time, and it's all about news that has been made public long ago. There are no words."

"Mockingbird, pay attention to controlling your emotions;" the commanding voice was still calm and serious, "Your current emotions may lead to the risk of exposure."

Barbara didn't restrain herself at all: "Control your emotions? Do you know what this fat man said to me? He actually invited me to make a movie in the San Fernando Valley, and let me be the leading actress!"

Several agents in the live broadcast car looked at each other, and they heard what Harpy said just now, which was really irritating for a decent woman.

Agents are tools, but people are not machines after all, and they also have emotions and desires.Being able to endure until she got away from the crowd before getting angry was enough to prove Barbara's professionalism.

"Attention, Mockingbird; subject is having a long conversation with a young woman." Colleagues in the live van may have decided that focusing on tasks is the best way to divert attention and calm anger.

Barbara turned her body forward, and the hidden camera pinned to her chest immediately included the man and woman who were talking on the screen.

"Keep the angle, we need to check the identity of that woman."

"I can get closer and listen to their conversation." Barbara bewitched.

"Continue to keep your distance, Mockingbird; again, keep your distance. It is very likely that the target has received professional training as a special agent, and there is a high probability that he will carry an anti-eavesdropping device. Any behavior close to the target may lead to operational exposure."

Barbara wondered: "Are you kidding me? A billionaire who is at the top of the rich list is an agent? Which agent organization can afford his salary?"

"Having received professional training does not mean that he is an agent; similarly, being a professional agent does not necessarily mean that he is a professional!"

Barbara rolled her eyes, pretending not to hear her colleague complaining about her unprofessionalism.

After a while, a new command suddenly came from the headset: "Mockingbird, pay close attention to the woman who is talking to the target. Once she leaves the target, make tentative contact with that woman without disturbing the target. .”

"what's the situation?"

"We checked the identity of the woman, and she was not on the invitation list for the party; there was no information about the woman in our system."

Barbara sneered: "So, could it be our colleagues? CIA, FBI, MI6, FSB, or Mossad?"

There was only one echo in the headset: "Keep an eye on it."

What annoyed Barbara was that Xiangqian seemed to be getting more and more happy chatting with that mysterious strange woman. Finally, the woman put an arm around Xiangqian's neck and whispered in his ear.

Judging by the behavioral logic of Americans at parties, the ambiguous behavior of a man and a woman is self-evident.

That woman should be Xiangqian's first prey tonight.Of course, looking at it from another angle, maybe that woman is the hunter.For those little actresses who are eager to become famous, being able to catch one of Xiangqian or Stark, even if it is just a one-night affair, can bring huge news flow and popularity.

More than once, Barbara heard the whispered curse of "Bichi" from her side.

No one knew what the woman whispered in Qianqian's ear, and no one knew how shocked Qianqian was when he heard that sentence.

That murmured in a low voice as if intoxicated after drinking - "I bring greetings from the king of hell."