McGinson pretends to be an airplane cabin cleaner, running around on the tarmac with cleaning tools.

In fact, it can't be regarded as a disguise, because he applied for a temporary job here a few days ago, part-time for a week, and can get paid 1,500 US dollars.

He has been working here for two days. I have to say that the cleaners are really hard work. After a flight is about to take off, the cabin must be cleaned in a very short time.

What's even more frightening is that McGieson has to rely on McGieson to clean the water needed for cleaning.

He didn't know which airport apron designed for cerebral palsy was designed. There were no water pipes for hundreds of thousands of square meters, and he had to run under the terminal building to fetch water every time.

Going back and forth dozens of times a day, McGieson felt that his physique might have become much stronger...

Queen Elizabeth's plane landed soon, and Gordon and others went up to greet them.

But none of this has anything to do with McGieson, he just kept cleaning the cabin.

It seemed that the hustle and bustle around him had been disconnected from him and turned into a ruthless cleaner.

The highest state of disguise is to truly become the other party.

Only one thing is more coincidental, and that is that the airliner that McGieson is cleaning is the closest to the landing position of the Queen Elizabeth plane.

After cleaning the cabin at the fastest speed, McGieson lifted the cleaning tools and subconsciously walked in the direction of the Queen's special plane.

The impeccable smoothness and naturalness of the movements, the sweat of the head and the arms that tremble slightly due to hard work, make everyone who meets unconditionally believe that this is a poor person who is running for a livelihood.

"Stop, who are you? This is the Queen's special plane, managed by the royal service staff, and you don't need to clean it up!"

McGieson didn't hide his actions, so he was stopped by the queen's guards.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I don't know... Maybe I am too tired from work... I finally found this job..."

With his seamless acting skills, McGinson made a response that a normal person would have. Faced with the gaze of dozens of armed guards, McGinson even began to speak incoherently.

"I don't believe that the person in charge of the airport will not tell you that this apron is not allowed to approach, so I have to doubt your true identity."

At this time, a black man walked out of the royal guard, wearing the uniform of MI7.

As soon as the black man appeared, he stared at McGieson sharply.

"No, sir, I'm just a cleaner!"

McGinson looked flustered and pale for a while.

"Hey, Tucker."

Suddenly, a person appeared, dressed exactly like the black Tucker.

When this person appeared, all the Y country guards looked at him, seeming to be the leader of these people.

It is one of the most senior agents of MI7, Ying Gli, the head of security for Queen Elizabeth's travels.

"Let me take a look at this man, oh? Really a poor man, look at your sweating profusely, you must be working too hard."

Ingrid looked at McGieson up and down, with some sympathy between his brows.

"Seeing that you are only in your twenties, but you are engaged in such a dirty job as a cleaner, your family conditions must be very difficult, and you may not even be able to pay the tuition fees for your school."

McGyson was dumbfounded, where did this crappy come out... Oh no, it's a savvy agent, and this saves time for making up stories by himself.

"Tucker, you are too harsh on this kid. You have to know that a few years ago you were just a kid as old as him, but you were much luckier than him. You joined MI7 and got to know me."

Ingrid said to Tucker in a reproachful tone.

"But, sir, how do you explain his presence here?"

"Hehe," Ingrid smiled softly, pointing to the plane that McGieson had just cleaned up, "Tucker, you've been with me for several years, why don't you even have this observation power?"

"This cleaner brother got off from that plane, which means that he just cleaned the cabin there. I guess he must have worked too hard and forgot about the fact that Her Majesty will land here."

Ingrid even looked at McGieson with a rather approving look.

"Then, the habit brought about by long-term cleaning work made him subconsciously walk to the nearest airplane, which is here."

"Look at his hand, there are already signs of trembling, which shows that his job is by no means a fake, and he has been working here for a long time. I believe that no gangster would do this kind of behavior."

After listening to Ingrid's reasoning, Tucker let go of all his vigilance against McGyson. He is Ingrid's assistant and the person who admires Ingrid most in MI7. He has no doubt about Ingrid's words.

The sudden change made McGieson no idea how to deal with it for a while. The rhetoric that was prepared earlier seemed to be useless now.

"So... sir, can I leave now?"

McGieson said tremblingly, no matter what, the play had to be done.

"and many more!"

Ingrid stopped him.

"I can play Her Majesty the Queen and ask her to allow you to clean the plane, but only externally, and as a reward for the Queen's services, I will give you ten thousand dollars."

McGinson: "..."

What can I say?

Sure enough, when Ingrid introduced the "poor man" McGieson, he immediately agreed to his request.

Of course, a body search is definitely inevitable, this level is too good for McGieson.

McGinson immediately carried the cleaning tools and began to clean the outer wall of the plane.

Although Gordon, who was talking with Queen Elizabeth not far away, was strange, they didn't take it very seriously. After all, everyone was watching the body search process.

Moreover, it was Yinggrid's guarantee. In other words, he was also the trump card agent of MI7, so he shouldn't do anything to lure wolves into the house.

"Is this the legendary Tamil ruby ​​necklace? It is really beautiful!"

Starling exclaimed.

Women, there is always no resistance to beautiful gems.

Elizabeth smiled kindly: "Yes, it has been with me for decades, just like my child."

McGieson used all his magic power to infuse his ears, strengthened his hearing several times, and clearly heard the conversations of several people.

"Speaking of gems, I suddenly remembered one thing."

Bob thoughtfully.

"I heard that Gotham recently popped up a weird thief who specializes in picking precious gems. Is that true?"

The Mayor of Gotham and Gordon looked at each other. This incident is undoubtedly the biggest scandal in the Gotham police circle this year, and no one wants to talk about it.

In the end Gordon came forward and said: "Yes, this person claims to be the thief Kidd, his whereabouts are a mystery, and his identity is unknown."

"Agent Bob, why did you mention this?"

Starling frowned.

"In fact, you reminded me that Her Majesty's Tamil ruby ​​is one of the most precious gems in the world. I wonder if it will..."

Hearing this, Gordon's heart shook for a while, others didn't know, but he thought...very possible!

"This...impossible, if the thief Kidd dared to steal the queen's necklace, maybe he would be wanted by the United Kingdom and the United States. A thief who just emerged in Gotham, does he really have the guts?"

Starling couldn't believe it. In fact, even Bob himself couldn't believe it. He just thought about this possibility.

"Report to the queen, there seems to be something stuck on the plane!"

"It seems...it's a card!"