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"What's in the USB drive?"

"You have to open the present and read it yourself. After reading it, remember to thank me quietly in your heart."

With Olivia's mysterious expression, Zhang Ming became more interested in the contents of the USB flash drive. He nodded and said, "I will check the contents as soon as possible."

"The things are handed over to you, and I should go too." Olivia said, closing her eyes and opening her arms.

Zhang Ming smiled, gave her a polite hug, and patted her thin back.

"Be careful, don't get caught."

"I don't even look at who I am, how could I be arrested." Olivia leaned against Zhang Ming's chest, closed her eyes, and seemed to be listening to his heartbeat.

"Don't do bad things either." Zhang Ming thought for a while and added, "Don't do anything too outrageous, otherwise I will personally arrest you."

"Got it, you're more nagging than my grandmother."

"Of course, if you really encounter something that can't be solved, remember to call me."

"Really?"

"Really, then I will decide whether to add insult to injury or help out based on the actual situation."

Olivia: "..."

Zhang Ming let go of his embrace, and rubbed Olivia's short hair vigorously, "Go."

"Ah."

Olivia put on the hoodie again, glanced at Zhang Ming for the last time, and disappeared into the darkness at a trot.

Putting the USB flash drive in his pocket, as soon as he walked out of the alley, he saw a man wearing a peaked cap sneakily looking in Zhang Ming's direction across the street. After being spotted, he pretended to be reading newspapers and chewing gum as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Ming walked across the street and stood in front of the man in the peaked cap.

"Hello, what's the matter?" the man in the peaked cap asked.

"What's the date today?"

The peaked cap was stunned for half a second, "December 12."

"What time?" Zhang Ming asked quickly.

The peaked cap looked down at the watch, "A quarter past nineteen."

"Thank you." Zhang Ming said, "Because I chose not to help, Director Ludan sent a group of novice agents who will cover their faces with the morning newspaper at seven o'clock in the evening, thinking that wearing a hat can disguise me to spy on me?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. might tell you: I'm a dangerous man, and it's your job to keep an eye on me, to protect the world. But really, the only reason Chief Brat sent you here is—we I didn't talk about it just now, he is disgusting me in this way."

The man in the peaked cap was exposed by Zhang Ming, and his face quickly turned red.

Zhang Ming is right, he is indeed a newcomer to S.H.I.E.L.D., and he hasn't even passed the internship period yet.

"Stop following me, it's so cold, go grab a cup of hot cocoa with your mates, eat a pizza, and rent a few videos to watch at home. If I were you, I'd quit my job tomorrow and go find someone to rely on Spectrum work."

Zhang Ming pointed to a few "passers-by" to reveal their identities.

After Zhang Ming left, they gathered around the cap.

As soon as they reported to their superiors, the superior agent made them understand and asked them to disband.

There was no reproach, no further instructions, as if they had expected to be discovered, which frustrated the group of alternate agents.

"What do we do now?" a female agent asked.

Peaked Cap recalled Zhang Ming's words, he said: "How about... go eat pizza? I treat you."

The third-person camera floats in the air, observing the movements of pedestrians.

This time, no one followed Zhang Ming. As for surveillance, with the character of the chief marinated being murdered and paranoid, there must be.

But as long as it doesn't affect Zhang Ming's life, he doesn't care. Anyway, the most core beep station system is hidden in his mind, and no one can find it.

After going to the shopping mall to buy some desserts and three cups of coffee at Starbucks, Zhang Ming called a taxi and headed to Stark Industries.

He wasn't looking for Tony. The news in the shopping mall just now was about the scandal between Tony and a supermodel when he was traveling in Europe.

Zhang Ming is going to Moira's laboratory.

The taxi is passing through the streets of New York. The driver is an enthusiastic and talkative white uncle. He is wearing a uniform and his hair is well-groomed. This old taxi was also picked up by him very clean, with a faint smell of lemon. .

The driver uncle is keen to share daily news. He said that last night, he also encountered a spontaneous "civilian hero" organization.

"A civilian hero?" Zhang Ming asked.

"It's just a group of ordinary young people without superpowers."

While waiting for the traffic lights, the uncle driver turned around and said: "They imitate the appearance of superheroes, wearing tights, holding batons, anti-wolf spray and other small things, in teams of three or five, patrolling the streets at night, protecting the safety of ordinary people."

"sounds good."

"It's very good. If young people nowadays can go to bars and nightclubs less and do more of these things, this era will be much better."

The car behind pressed the horn, and the uncle driver restarted the car.

Zhang Ming looked out the window at the pedestrians coming and going.

Many shops have put out Christmas trees to warm up the atmosphere in advance, and some children gathered under the tree to take pictures happily.Not far away, two policemen were leaning against the police car, drinking hot coffee, and across the street, a group of civilian heroes in strange costumes were also patrolling.