"Where there is discovery, there is discovery, why be sneaky!"

Harpy silently distanced himself from Danny, who is said to be very open in taste and doesn't mind whether it's public or purpose, which makes Harpy, who is self-conscious, a little resistant to his approach.

Danny also seemed to sense Harpy's resistance, and stopped moving forward, with a hint of helplessness on his face, "It's not good for the quality of the walkie-talkie, it broke without saying a few words." He reached out and pulled out the walkie-talkie, and pressed his thumb on the radio button, but it didn't make a sound.

"Ahem..."Harpy coughed dryly, this batch of walkie-talkies was specially prepared by him, "What did you find?" ”

He raised his head and swept around the dense flow of people, although people came and went, cars went back and forth, but it seemed to be quite orderly, and there were no people who behaved particularly strangely.

"Look over there."

Danny gestured to a bank across the street, where a man in a black hooded sweatshirt was standing with a voluminous coat over it, his face obscured by a lowered brim.

"What's so strange about that?"

Harpy glanced at it, and the streets of New York were full of young people dressed in hip-hop.

"It's not him, it's behind him." Danny pointed to the café behind the hip-hop youth again,

Outside the café, there is a small area of the street that also belongs to the café for guests to drink coffee and chat outside, and near a few green tables, a man is sneaking his eyes at the Stark Tower.

The man pretended to be drinking coffee with one hand, but the other hand was in the black backpack, the zipper of the backpack should not be closed, a little far away, and Harpy couldn't see what was inside.

"Keep an eye on him." The man's gaze alerted Harpy,

This kind of unblinking stare in one direction for so long is almost impossible in everyday life, unless you are paying attention to this thing and have some ulterior motives about it.

"He's not the only one." Danny pointed in a few more directions, there were men and women, and most of them seemed to be between thirty and forty years old, and there was no similarity in terms of clothing.

But everyone was secretly looking in the direction of Stark Tower, and everyone was carrying a huge backpack that obviously could hold a lot of things.

"It's still a gang." Harpy couldn't sit still now, he could talk slowly about one person, but seven or eight people appeared all of a sudden, if he didn't take action immediately,

When the other party suddenly makes a move, he may not even have time to react.

"Inform the others, leave a team of people to continue to guard the door, and the others each find the nearest target to themselves, move quickly and accurately, and don't give them time and opportunity to react."

As soon as the words fell, Harpy handed the walkie-talkie in his hand to Danny, "You take it, now continue to chat with me, pretend that nothing has been noticed." ”

They are not far from each other, and they are not close to each other, but from each other's perspective, most of the attention should be focused on the entrance of Stark Tower, where he and Danny are standing.

If they move, they are likely to startle the snakes.

The black-clothed bodyguards moved quickly, and the tacit understanding between them was very good, and they had automatically divided into several groups in almost a few tens of seconds, and each walked quickly towards their own goal.

From Happy's point of view, it looks like a black shark rushing into the turbulent current, and after avoiding one huge wave after another, it quickly approaches its prey.

"Do it!"

Although the walkie-talkie was in Danny's hand, everyone else received the command at the same time.

"Hey, what are you doing!"

The man drinking coffee was suddenly held down by several black-clad bodyguards who appeared next to him, one locked his body, one began to rummage through the black bag he put on the table, and the other were comforting the passers-by.

They have done this set of actions countless times in the past few days, not to mention that they have practice makes perfect, and even the passers-by who work around them and often pass by look strange.

"Who sent you?"

A black-clad bodyguard asked in a low voice, and he touched the pistol pinned to his waist with one hand, "You only have one chance to answer, hurry up, don't let your companion preempt you." ”

This is obviously a spy movie lover, in real life, although he has a gun, but unless he can't think of it and wants to go to jail, he doesn't dare to shoot people on the street.

"What... What accomplices! The man wanted to struggle, but he was bound so firmly that he could only grit his teeth and say, "I don't know what you're talking about!" ”

"Looks like you're being treated well." The black-clad bodyguard came to a conclusion,

The kind of unyielding people in the movie who would rather die are always a minority in reality, and if you meet this kind of person who would rather die than betray the organization, then it is likely that it is only because their organization is well treated.

"Ahem......" the man's neck was a little red, "let go of me, I'm a reporter!" ”

"Base?" The look in the black-clad bodyguard changed.

"Reporter!" The man struggled and shouted, "Media reporter! ”

"Journalists?" The black-clothed bodyguard was stunned for a while, opened the gesture to his colleague, and after signaling him to let go a little, he turned around and picked up his walkie-talkie and whispered:

"Boss, he said they were journalists."

"Journalists?" Harpy muttered suspiciously, "Why are the reporters here?" See if he has a press card. ”

"Okay."

The black-clothed bodyguard put down the walkie-talkie in his hand and said to the man who was pressed on the seat: "Do you have a press card?" ”

"He really has." The black-clothed bodyguard next to him took out a document from his bag.

.........

"Hum~"

Ryan was woken up from the magnificent cityscape by the vibration of his phone, and as he stretched out in his chair, Ryan pulled out his phone and found that it was Eddie who had messaged him.

"You're in New York?" Eddie.

"Where else could it be?" Ryan squinted, before he thought that he would delay his enjoyment time when he came over, but now it seems that his worries are a little redundant, not only is the view good here,

Drinks, snacks and desserts are also provided free of charge.

"I mean, you're not in Stark Tower."

"How do you know?" Ryan flipped through their group chat logs, and the bigmouth Baved didn't have time to leak his and Banner's whereabouts.

"How do I know?" Eddie paused and sent another one, "Now the entire New York press has poured into Stark Tower." ”

"You don't know how much traffic you have now, other superheroes have been interviewed after the New York War, but you are missing, and this time can be regarded as mobilizing the curiosity of the media and the masses."