Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

"You should feel lucky." She pushed the door forward and walked out of the cold drink shop, followed closely by Mariko Yashida.

"Your father and Nobu Yoshioka - the leader of the Hand - had a falling out; those who attacked today were just a group of ordinary Yakuza elements. If they were members of the Hand, Logan and Yukio might not be able to protect them.

you."

Mariko asked: "Are they in danger?"

"You mean Logan?" Qianqian smiled and said, "A group of extreme elements are not close to killing Wolverine. As for your little sister, she is not the opponent's target; as long as she doesn't die stupidly,

The danger won’t be too great.”

"Miss Truth, you should be more concerned about your situation now; how to defeat your father and successfully take over the assets left by your grandfather, this is your war."

"A trivial war." An old voice suddenly sounded on the roadside, interrupting the conversation with Mariko.

The bodyguards immediately drew their guns and pointed them at him.

"You are fighting for money and wealth, just like a pack of hyenas fighting for carrion; this is not a war. The real war has been going on in the darkness for centuries; good and evil, light and darkness, the results directly determine the survival of civilization.

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The speaker's face was as usual, with a head full of white hair, and he was facing forward calmly, leaning on a guide stick. The other person's eyes were completely unfocused, and he occasionally made subconscious movements to listen attentively while speaking - he was blind.

"It's not a good habit to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, old man." Qiang Xiang said, "We don't have time to listen to your sermons. I am an atheist and never make offerings to the gods. You have found the wrong person."

The old blind man said: "My hearing is just a little more sensitive, I didn't mean to eavesdrop; I'm not a magician either. What I'm interested in is, does the Hand seem to be your enemy?"

"So?" Xiang Qian asked.

"It's a coincidence, so am I." The old blind man said with a smile. His smile was very stiff, as if there were a few cracks in the bark of a dead tree.

"Who are you, who came to see me specially?" Xiang Qian continued to ask.

If this old man came here specifically to find him, it only means that someone has been paying attention to his whereabouts.

"That's not the case." The old blind man replied, "I came here with the Hand; they seem to have been monitoring the girl next to you."

"Is it just surveillance?" Xiang Qian asked, "Where are they?"

The old blind man stretched out his guide stick and pointed at a row of cars parked on the roadside in the distance.

"One car, two people."

After a brief motion forward, the bodyguards put away their guns to protect him and Mariko and continued to move forward; the old blind man was also trapped in the team, and several bodyguards intentionally or unintentionally blocked him in front, back, and left.

As they were walking, two bodyguards suddenly left the team silently and took a detour towards the vehicle identified by the old blind man.

"Your subordinates are very professional." The old blind man listened attentively, "They are no worse than our innocent people."

Xiangqian chuckled: "I don't believe it. They have all served in the most elite special forces and are the most cutting-edge individual combat forces in the world. I don't think a person from a civilian organization can compare with them?"

"You wouldn't say that if you knew we had wars that lasted for centuries."

"Century wars, with the Hand?" Qiang Qian asked, "We have been fighting a criminal gang for hundreds of years without a winner. Your level is quite high!"

"Don't underestimate the Hand; they are the darkest and most evil aggregation in the world. For centuries, they have controlled most of the criminal activities in the world. They are invisible and everywhere."

Xiang Xiang disagreed: "I can only agree with the first point of your description of them; a group of ground rats hiding in the gutter all day long, the living environment is indeed very dark."

The old blind man seemed dissatisfied with the forward frivolity, snorted twice and said no more.

When the group of people reached the parking lot, the bodyguard who had gone to look for someone came back.

"The old man is right, there are two men with guns. We searched the phone and they have been calling the same number; there are no more clues."

"Try to trace the number." Qiang Qian casually ordered, but he also knew that there was a high probability that there would be no gains.

He turned around and asked the old blind man who was invited to sit in the extended limousine: "Old man, what do you call me?"

"You can call me Gunsou."

"Stick?" He looked forward and looked at the guide stick in the other person's hand, "The name is quite appropriate."

"Then Mr. Gunsou, why did you target the Hand Association? What role did they play in the Yashida Group incident?"

A cold smile appeared on Gunsou's face: "Are you sure you want to know? I want to remind you in advance that after knowing the details, you will inevitably intervene in this almost endless war, and you will no longer be able to withdraw."

"Maybe we could save a lot of time if you wouldn't be so nagging."

Gunsou looked blank: "I just want to remind you so that you understand what you are about to encounter."

"What will we encounter? One or several old monsters that have lived for more than four hundred years; or will we bring hundreds of ninjas who can come back from the dead?" Qiang Xiang responded with a sneer.

Gunsou showed his first lively expression since they met; he asked in surprise: "Have you already fought against the Hand?"

"If you ask about Nobu Yoshioka who broke into my company and threatened me face to face, he has already had all his joints removed and was thrown into the jail of a law enforcement agency."

The forward tone seemed to be talking about how many dishes he had eaten for lunch.

"By the way, there were nearly a hundred ninjas around him at that time who would fly into ashes after death. To be honest, I really like this kind of enemy. If he wants to die, he will die cleanly and not cause any trouble to others."

"You're a bit beyond my expectation." Gunsou's hoarse voice had a somewhat dazed tone.

Qianqian said impatiently: "Can you omit those meaningless emotions and pretentiousness and get straight to the point? What exactly do the Hand want to do by intervening in the internal struggle of the Yashida family?"

"They want to get something back from the Yashida family; something that once belonged to them but has been occupied by Yashida Ichiro for decades."

"Is that thing at Wangyue Ping?"

"You also know?" Gunsou was surprised again.

"Yashida Shingen told me that Yoshioka Shingen has been paying attention to Mochizuki Hei." Xiang Qian said, "What is that thing?"

"It is terror, the darkest terror." Stickman's hoarse voice became illusory, "It is the most powerful weapon of the Hand, and it has the power to subvert the world."

Xiang Qian became more and more impatient. He was fed up with the old man's talkative style.

"Can this kind of power withstand a hydrogen bomb?"

"Um……"

"Or can it withstand an atomic bomb?"

"It's not..."

"Why should something that can't withstand nuclear bombings subvert the world? Just talk?"

The old man was speechless.

"So, can you please tell me in concise and clear language, what is it that the Hand wants?"