Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

After saying goodbye to Ms. Carter's apartment, Tony's face was still solemn. Confirming the direction of the investigation does not mean that things will go smoothly; as Ms. Carter said, Alexander Pierce is the kind of real powerful person - not in the white house.

A spokesperson is selected every four years.

Investigating the senior director of S.H.I.E.L.D. is almost equivalent to investigating the FBI during the era of Edgar Hoover at the height of his power.

"We need a plan." Tony said impatiently as soon as he got into the car.

"We need someone, or a group of people, who are familiar with SHIELD to lead the investigation; they must also be experienced, and at least be able to deal with elite agents." Xiang Xiang was also thinking in his mind.

"On your side..." Tony denied it as soon as he had the idea, "No, there can't be any official intervention, it will only make the matter more complicated."

"Or Nathan?" Tony tentatively mentioned another person.

Nathan Garrett, a mysterious private investigator, was Tony's recommendation when planning an internal investigation into Stark Industries.

"He can't." Qianqian vetoed the proposal, "Nathan's main business directions are government and corporate scandals, scientific and technological intelligence, and also involve some criminal organizations that work for big shots. Almost all of his contacts are in high-level and high-level European and American governments.

The corporate world doesn’t have much interaction with international organizations like SHIELD.”

Tony was scratching his head a little; although he was the richest man in the world and had considerable connections and power, his situation was similar to Nathan's; after excluding the relationship between his father and Ms. Carter, his direct interaction with SHIELD was limited to his colleagues.

I met a certain black director.

Qianqian continued: "I do have a person here who is very familiar with SHIELD, but his relationship with SHIELD is a bit bad, and he has been busy recently, so I have to ask if I can spare some time. In addition,

, there are also some non-governmental organizations that have been investigating S.H.I.E.L.D., which may also be helpful."

"Civil organizations?"

"To be precise, it's a group of hackers." Xiang Xiang said before retrieving information from the tablet. "There is a hacker group that has been claiming to expose all the secrets hidden by the government. Unfortunately, the country with the most hidden secrets in the world

The official agency is S.H.I.E.L.D.”

"What is this organization called?" Tony asked.

He handed the tablet forward, and on the screen was a logo full of Chuni dark style.

"high tide."

"Do they have the ability to check SHIELD's database?" Tony disagreed; Stark Industries' service terminals, including technical reserve terminals, are attacked by thousands of hackers every day, and there has never been a glitch.

So-called hackers have little resistance in the face of powerful intelligent programs and advanced hardware, and Tony Stark never bothers with a bunch of ants.

Xiang Xiang also doesn't think much of this group of people: "Maybe we can break through some surface protection and enter the lowest security level server - that's it at most. However, being a cannon fodder scapegoat is enough."

Tony looked at the screen, and there was a statement under the Rising Tide organization's logo that was also full of middle school style. He couldn't help but laugh when he read it: "Then let them."

"Tony, there is something I must remind you." Xiang Xiang said seriously, "Don't let outsiders know your investigation intentions; people who can murder Howard and cover up the truth of his death will definitely not mind launching more murders."

"I'm looking forward to them coming!" After becoming Iron Man, Tony Stark was full of confidence for a moment.

"It's not just you, it also includes many people." Xiang Xiang said, "Think about it, after you were kidnapped, how many insiders did the CIA eliminate in Afghanistan? You don't want us to be cut off just after we started the investigation.

All the clues, right?”

Seeing that Tony was interested, he stepped forward and struck while the iron was hot: "And Pepper, Happy, and all the people you care about may become a breakthrough for the other party to coerce you."

Perhaps it was Pepper's name that calmed Tony down, and he asked: "Then what should we do? When we go back, we will die down, making people think that we have done nothing?"

"If you haven't questioned Nick Fury before, maybe you can do this." Xiangqian complained, "Now we have to change our strategy; on the one hand, it is a semi-public investigation, and the progress must be as slow as possible. We must give people the impression that we

An illusion that always revolves around peripheral cues.”

"And the real investigation is carried out secretly, with one fatal blow?" Tony thought he understood.

Qianqian smiled and said: "Of course not; SHIELD is full of professional agents, it's not easy to deceive them; we hand over the secret investigation to the Rising Tide Organization and let them attract attention. That's when the scapegoat comes into play.

As for a real investigation... there is no such thing."

"Ha! This is the real bad guy." Tony laughed.

"To deal with bad guys, you have to be worse and more cunning than the bad guys; you don't have to use those dirty, sinister, obscene, and shameless behaviors, but you can't understand them."

While the two were chatting and laughing, the car drove all the way to the airport.

Soon they will board the plane, go their separate ways, and prepare for a series of changes that are bound to happen next.

But the moment before boarding the plane, I suddenly sensed a faint but clear magic wave.

"Where is that place over there?" He pointed forward to the east, and the magic wave appeared in that direction, several miles away from the airport.

Tu'e's question puzzled the airport service staff, but their good service attitude allowed them to answer the VIP's questions responsibly;

"That's the DC area over there, it's London's... largest civilian area."

"Oh, thank you." He thanked Qianqian calmly. The so-called civilian city is just a euphemism for slums.

"I suddenly remembered that I just made an appointment with a friend to meet at the airport. I may have to wait here for a few more hours. Please inform the airport dispatch to postpone my flight plan for a while. The new procedures will be completed soon.

Delivered." Xiang Xiang said to the airport staff.

"What's wrong, James?" Tony, who was also about to board the plane on the other side, noticed something strange going forward.

Qianqian replied: "Nothing, some temporary matters."

"Is there any trouble?"

"There's no big problem, just some... purely subjective thoughts that need to be confirmed."

Tony's puzzled expression flashed away, and he shrugged helplessly; the so-called "subjective thoughts" were the code words between him and Xiang Qian, referring to magical affairs, which was a world that he could not intervene at all.

"Okay, are you sure you can handle it?" After confirming again and again, he boarded his plane with lingering doubts and took off into the sky.

Xiang Qian also boarded the private jet, gave the order to wait where he was, and said he wanted to rest alone in the cabin; in fact, when the cabin door was closed, he opened the portal and came to Kamal Taj's London.

temple.

"Modo?" As soon as his feet hit the ground, he saw a familiar face walking forward.

"James." Mordo responded somewhat coldly.

Looking forward, he looked around at the somewhat tense atmosphere and asked: "It seems this is not a coincidence; what happened?"

"There's word that Casillas is in London."

"Confirmed?"

"No." Modu said with a scrutinizing gaze, "What about you, why did you come to London?"

"Some worldly matters." Qiang Xiang didn't plan to say more. He was even ready to leave when he saw Modu at the first sight.

Modu asked, "Do you need to go to the temple for secular affairs?"

"Perhaps it also includes some non-mundane matters?"

"Why don't you talk and listen." Modu seemed interested in chatting, "The 'unworldly affairs' of a billionaire are quite curious."

"Did you go to intern as a paparazzi at a gossip newspaper? The Sun or the New York Post?" Qianqian asked, "Since this is London, so... The Sun?"

When it comes to bickering, the serious and old-fashioned Modo has never been a match for Qian Qian; let alone high-end skills such as sarcasm and criticism.

The first two sentences shattered Modu's mood; his voice became more severe: "Why did you come to the London Temple?"

But when it comes to irritating enemies he doesn't like, the playboy never knows what it means to give up when he's done; Qianqian sneered: "I have to go back to Kama Taj for something, and I'm just on the way. Come and borrow the temple."

It’s the portal inside.”

There is indeed a permanent space portal between the three major temples and Kama Taj, but it is normal for anyone to use this portal, but it is abnormal for Qiang Qian to use it.

The entire Karma Taj knows that in terms of control over space magic, Forward is the only existence below the Supreme Mage. Opening a portal to the other side of the earth is just a basic operation for him.

Such a person needs to go to the temple to open the door? He makes excuses without any sincerity.

Although they knew this was an insincere excuse, everyone could only watch as they strolled forward towards the center of the temple where the portal was located.

"Are you ignoring Kamal Taj's responsibilities just because of personal reasons?" Modu reprimanded righteously, "You will not come to the temple for no reason."

"Aha, can you really tell what is responsibility and what is personal grudges?" Qiang Xiang asked back with a smile, leaving this senior brother who had a good relationship with him speechless.

If it weren't for the inconspicuousness of black people's skin, everyone would have noticed that Modo's face was red with anger at this moment.

Satisfied with the upper hand, Xiang Xiang finally revealed his purpose: "I want to check the surveillance network in the East End of London; there has just been a magical fluctuation there."

Of course, Kama Taj's surveillance network is not a technology-side product such as cameras and video recording; what they monitor is magic.

"What kind of fluctuation?" Modu couldn't help but be curious; this playboy had never paid much attention to the historical responsibility of Kama Taj, so if he could make a special trip, there must be something special about this magical fluctuation.

"It was just a few minutes ago, but it was very slight." The mage on duty at the London Temple said, "It looked like an apprentice or someone who was overly curious was trying a magic ritual."

The three major temples can monitor hundreds of such magic fluctuations every day; there are always people who are overly curious and try to decipher the magic world through various channels. Most of them are deceptive tricks, but there are also some that are very serious.

If you're lucky, you'll encounter real magical knowledge.

However, magic is a skill that requires talent after all, and knowledge may not necessarily be learned. To deal with such situations, Kamal Taj's consistent policy is to ignore them unless a successful magic effect is achieved.

When magical knowledge falls into the hands of people without talent, the most serious consequence is nothing more than more urban legends that are difficult to distinguish between true and false.

If the matter had ended here, it might have been settled; but when Modu looked at Qian Qian's lazy expression, he knew there must be something hidden in it.

"Is there anything special about that magic wave?" Modu asked forward.

"That magic contains the purest breath of hell. Is it a special place?"

"The purest one?" Mo Du looked solemn.

Various hell lords and lords have left various legends in the world, and there are also many magic items contaminated with the power of hell, which are all summoning clues they deliberately left behind.

However, magic or items that truly have the pure aura of hell are extremely rare. Once they appear, it means that there is likely to be a devout believer of a hell lord in the world, a messenger who sincerely serves the hell lord.

"Could it be Casillas?" Mordo asked.

Moving forward, he didn't expect this question. He asked with some confusion: "Casillas and the Demon God of Hell got involved? Didn't you say Dormammu?"

"It's not clear yet; but he has recently instigated a group of traitors from magic organizations in various places. We suspect that he has surrendered to a certain demon god and is trying his best to develop fanatic followers. We are not sure that he only serves Dormammu." Mo.

Du said.

In the magic world on earth, Karma Taj is revered, but the magic inheritance is not limited to Karma Taj. There are also many large and small magic organizations that have been passed down from ancient times to the present.

"In this case, it is even more necessary for us to go to the DC area of ​​London to take a look." Qianqian asked with a smile, "What would you do if it was really Casillas?"

"If it was really Casillas, he wouldn't have waited for us to find him. He would have run away long ago." Modu said angrily, "But if I really ran into him, I would punch him in the nose first.

Then I grabbed him by the neck and dragged him back to Kamal Taj.”

Qianqian said with a smile: "But, you can't beat him - it seems that you have never been able to beat him. Do you need my help then?"

"You should have shouldered more of Karma Taj's responsibilities." Modu said angrily, "It has been Karma Taj's tradition for thousands of years not to get involved in secular affairs; the Supreme Mage teaches you powerful magic, not for you to use it.

Fighting in the world."

"I killed a hell lord and supported a new hell lord who was kind to the earth." Xiangqian said calmly, "At the same time, I destroyed many people including Mephisto more than once.

The attempt of the Lord of Hell to infiltrate the material world.”

Mordo was speechless again.

Killing a hell lord is the most outstanding feat of Karma Taj in recent centuries; except for the ancient master, no one has done the same thing.

In terms of strength and merit, senior brother Mo Du seems to be outclassed by the playboy; the only advantage he can maintain is the seniority brought by his age.

But what made Modu equally angry was that Qiang Xiang, the youngest disciple, seemed to receive special care from Teacher Gu Yi - just like parents always care more about younger children at home.