Chapter 11 Who is human? Who is the ghost?
Los Angeles, a bar in a poor neighborhood.
The bar owner is an old Russian man who loves to drink vodka. In the eyes of the surrounding residents and regular customers, he is a stubborn old man with a sharp mouth and a heart. Although he will scold customers who have credit cards every time, he still faces the guests. I can't help but ask them to give me credit again.
So this small bar has become a popular entertainment spot for nearby residents at night, and it is very lively every day.
Lin Hao, who flew all the way from the seaside castle, stood across the street and looked at the bar. He knew that the owner of the bar was not a Russian, but a Russian-Chinese. This bar was the Divine Spear. An independent hidden line in North America.
Half a year ago, at the end of last year, the Spear Bureau's intelligence network in the Americas suffered a heavy blow. The head of the branch lost contact, and a large number of agents were killed and captured. The initiator was Nick Fury, the "Black Braised Egg".
There is no right or wrong on the intelligence front. Everyone has their own position. If you encounter one, it will be life or death.
According to the internal regulations of the Spear Bureau, only the person in charge of the Americas branch has the authority to know this line in Los Angeles. It will only be activated when there is the most important intelligence or when important people need to be arranged to leave the United States, and it will only be activated once. .
This is how countless unsung heroes spend their lives playing a role in a foreign country, waiting for the "awakening" that may never come, but when the order comes, they must abandon their homes. He gave up his career and devoted his life's efforts and even his life for the great cause of the nation.
Success does not have to be mine, success must be mine.
The bar was still there, which meant that the hidden line had not been activated, but Lin Hao did not relax his vigilance. He first scanned the surroundings with his aura of insight and knowledge, but found no hidden threats.
The quality of the knowledge and domineering quality obtained from Whitebeard is very high, but it cannot "listen to the voice of all things" like Roger, nor can it hear the inner voices of others like Princess Otohime. It can only distinguish The number of surrounding creatures and the strength of their aura.
Currently, the amount of visible color in Lin Hao’s body is not large enough and can only cover two kilometers around it.
Although Lin Hao still has the "qi" from the Dragon Ball world in his body, he has not learned any specific breath sensing skills. In addition, the energy of "qi" is unique to the Dragon Ball world. Creatures in the Marvel world may contain it. Another life energy, but it is not "qi". At least there is no interaction between Uncle Psy and Stan Lee.
I didn’t wait any longer across the street, I just took a look at him like an ordinary customer, and then walked towards the bar.
The bar was bustling with people and filled with smoke.
The smell of sweat, body odor, smelly feet, cheap perfume, alcohol, smoke... countless smells gathered together, even though Lin Hao was prepared, he still frowned head.
He walked to the bar and said to the boss: "Have a glass of whiskey."
The rare Asian face made the boss take a second look, and then he went about his business.
The moment Lin Hao walked into the bar, Grant Ward, a level 7 agent from the Los Angeles branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. more than ten kilometers away, noticed the Asian.
"Enlarge the screen." Ward told the technician sitting in front of the computer.
A new face used by Lin Hao appeared on the screen.
"Search this person's information." Ward continued to order.
Not long after, through the information network built by SHIELD, the detailed personal information of this Asian face was quickly found.
Ward glanced at it and saw that he was a Korean from Arizona. The information contained the ticket records of this person's flight to Los Angeles two days ago.
Seeing that everything was normal, Ward no longer cared.
At this time, a woman wearing a tight leather jacket walked into the duty room. She was short and had an Asian face.
"Melinda, if you continue to miss work at will, I will really not be able to explain it to the director." Grant Ward looked helpless.
"I said, you drank too much water and you need to go to the toilet." Melinda May, known as the "iron rider", glared at Ward.
At this time, the two were still lovers.
Ordinary office romances are not accepted by the boss, but as agents, especially those who often go out in the field, they are always on the verge of life and death. They have long been unconcerned about romantic relationships. Their superiors even encourage agents to digest it internally and pretend to be husband and wife when they are out in the field. The couple happens to have no flaws.
"Melinda, we are agents and have our own position." Ward persuaded: "Don't forget, you are an American."
"No need to remind you." Mei Linda May replied coldly. "Sir Ward, we have been watching this bar for several months, and the target person has never appeared." Other agents beside him suggested: "Why don't we let the 'Pretender' take action and stimulate this line, there may be An unexpected gain."
"Has his wound healed?" Ward asked.
"Yes." The subordinate nodded.
“How was the result?”
“The best plastic surgeon in the academy performed the surgery himself to ensure it is exactly the same.”
“What about the accent?”
< br>“Colleagues who are proficient in Chinese have already passed the assessment and there are no problems.”
Seeing Ward thinking, his agents continued to persuade: "According to them, this is just a hidden line. The bar owner may not have met the previous person in charge of the Spear Bureau."
"I know you want to make meritorious deeds. I think so." Ward said with a straight face: "But as an agent, caution is the first rule."
"You can't wait forever, right?"
Los Angeles Branch. The agents had a grimace on their faces. They had not taken any other action for several months and had been ordered to wait and see. They were feeling irritable up and down.
What’s even worse is that if you don’t work in the field, you won’t get any allowance. Many of them can’t even pay their monthly bank bills with their dead wages alone.
Americans generally do not have the habit of saving. As an agent, their daily life is even more luxurious.
The previous order kept them on standby for such a long time, and many low-level agents were almost unable to make ends meet. They didn’t care how important it was to S.H.I.E.L.D.’s overall strategy to cut off the agency’s tentacles extending to North America. I know if this continues, the bank will come to collect debts.
So no matter what the result is, the agents of the Los Angeles branch are eager to end this operation immediately, even if they get nothing.
"I'll do as you say." Melinda May, who had never spoken, suddenly agreed to the Los Angeles branch's plan.
"Mei!" Ward turned to look at her.
"If the people from the Spear Bureau never come, do you plan to wait here for the rest of your life?" Melinda spread her hands: "Or do you have a better plan?"
Ward said nothing.
"Since there is no such thing, let the Pretender try it." Melinda said decisively: "I am also a level seven agent and have the power to decide the action plan."
Los Angeles Branch When the agents from the ministry heard this, they immediately took action.
They have had enough of this stupid waiting.
An hour later, another Asian opened the door of the bar.
Lin Hao, who was just drinking and not talking to the bar owner, suddenly turned his head and saw the person coming, and immediately showed a meaningful smile: "Interesting."
He turned back and glanced at the bar owner again , threw down a ten-dollar bill, turned around and left, passing by the middle-aged Asian man who had just walked in.
In the secret service, there are people and ghosts.
Who are people? Who is the ghost?
Who can see clearly until the end?
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