Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

When Xiang Qian dialed the phone, the woman on the opposite side spoke with an imaginative and heavy breathing sound; this kind of breathing sound was once very familiar to Xiang Xiang.

"Hey, Sylph, are you busy?" Qianqian teased through the microphone.

"Fake, do you have to call at this time? If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. I'm very busy right now." The woman's voice on the opposite side could be heard as thick as smoke.

Accompanied by the voices, there were also faint gunshots, and occasionally one or two explosions.

"We have a business deal. Let's discuss it in detail when you are free. You can get busy first while I hang up."

The woman opposite angrily yelled: "Do you only call me when we are discussing business? Last time you asked me to go to the vampire castle in Hungary, what are you going to do this time?"

Listening to the increasingly clear sound of gunshots in the microphone, Qianqian asked kindly: "Are you sure it's the right time to talk now?"

"Say something quickly...Fake!" The yelling from the receiver suddenly rose to a higher level, and then a deafening explosion sounded; "Fake, you lazy pigs, kill everyone on the other side.

We are mercenaries, we don’t want to take prisoners! I am answering a very important call, if anyone comes closer, I will put you on target when we get back."

He waited until the sound of gunfire on the other side of the microphone subsided a little, then stepped forward and joked with a smile: "You are still full of energy, Sylph."

"Stop talking nonsense, this is the first phone call in five years. What are you going to do this time?" The tone of the other person was still very aggressive, as if he would put Xiang Xiang on the target at any time.

"I want to find someone, a boy, in Central Europe - or Eastern Europe. It's very close to Sikalia and it's your territory."

"Your son?" the other person asked.

Qianqian laughed: "That boy is thirteen years old this year. In other words, he was born when I was fourteen - do you think it is possible?"

"With your habits, this kind of thing is not impossible."

"Uh..." Thinking about it, he didn't have a good excuse to defend his life style, so he could only explain it from the perspective of objective facts: "That boy lived in Europe, and I was still in China when he was born.

"

"Hmph..." The voice on the microphone contained multiple complex meanings such as ridicule, contempt, and teasing.

"Where are you now? I will go to Sikalia to find you sometime." Xiang Qian said.

"Philippines; the local government invited us to eliminate terrorists in the jungle. They are actually a group of armed drug dealers." Sylph said, "There is no need to go to Sikalia. The day after tomorrow... no, I will finish it here tomorrow."

Xiang Xiang heard the hint of urgency in the woman's voice, and responded: "That's great, I'm in Hong Kong now, and we're not that far away."

"Hmph..." The same cold snort, but this time it sounded more provocative.

After hanging up the phone with the female mercenary, I took some time to focus on a secret studio in the "urban-rural fringe" on the outskirts of New York.

The attack on SHIELD servers proceeds in an orderly manner.

Secret theft is different from destructive attack operations; such large-scale and well-targeted network secret theft operations actually take a long time.

The "Rising Tide" quartet is using exhaustive methods to search for server backdoors - for intelligence agencies like SHIELD, server backdoors almost certainly exist; they will just be better hidden and more carefully defended.

Supercomputers provide computing power support for the exhaustive search work at this stage.

The spy needs to take over control of the backdoor program without alerting supervisors, and then use the authority to search for information.

During this period, the secret stealer may also make some frontal feints to attract the attention of regulators; use some small-scale attacks that are not harmful to cover up his true intentions, and also allow regulators to lower their vigilance after getting used to it.

To put it in a more elegant way, it means shouting in the east and in the west or to hide from the sky; in a popular way, it is like boiling a frog in warm water.

Whether it is the data sent back from the studio or the usage data of the supercomputer, it all shows that the relevant work is in order, which also makes Qiang Qian feel at ease.

The next day, Sikalia's mercenary queen Sylph arrived as promised; when she walked into the reception room forward, there was still a hint of gunpowder smoke on her body.

This woman is tall and slender. She is wearing a retro version of a US military flight jacket. Under the jacket is a compact combat T-shirt. The material is tight and her curves are exposed. She wears military training trousers on her lower body, which wraps up a pair of slender and powerful pairs that Xiang Xiang is familiar with.

thigh.

She has silver hair, and her plain face has no makeup except for a touch of dark lipstick. Although her face is pretty, her cold expression and facial lines tell others that this woman is more suitable for smearing camouflage and guns on her face.

oil, not cosmetics.

Perhaps, letting her hair down is the only behavior she can do that is consistent with her female identity.

Even so, it does not detract from the charm of this woman; even if she dresses like a soldier, she still has great attraction to men when she relaxes occasionally - such as the current Qiang Qian.

When Sylph walked into the reception room and naturally took off her outer jacket, she stretched her waist slightly intentionally or unintentionally. The tight-fitting combat T-shirt highlighted the vacuum state inside; she couldn't move her eyes away at that moment.

"Ahem, long time no see, Sylph." As soon as they met, he received a big move from the other side. It was difficult for the playboy to calm down and speak normally.

"It's been a long time indeed." Sylph stepped closer with long legs, "Do you still remember the specific time?"

"More than four years, almost five years?" He seemed to be guilty of moving forward, but in fact he was cooperating with the other party and moving back.

The expression on Sylph's face carried an inexplicable sense of danger: "Then do you still remember the circumstances of our separation five years ago? A bastard left me alone in the vampire count's castle and left without saying goodbye."

There was a nostalgic smile on the corner of his mouth: "Of course I remember; to be more precise, when I left without saying goodbye, you were not only in the castle of the vampire countess, but also in her bed."

"Shit!" Sylph became angry and pushed the man to the sofa, straddling him aggressively; "That female vampire almost bit my neck off."

"When we first met, she and we were enemies; and didn't she make it up to you later? I remember that you were very satisfied with her tongue." He leaned forward against the sofa, his shoulders being held firmly by the other person's hands, but

He couldn't stop his hands from making trouble on Sylph.

I don't know whether it was the words or the effect of her hands, but the female mercenary's cheeks gradually flushed, and her eyes were as charming as silk; compared with when they first met, she was obviously more like a woman at this time.

The mercenary's usual toughness and fierceness have completely disappeared from Sylph's body, but her wild and unrestrained style has not been damaged at all. At the same time, the woman's charm and sexiness have been fully revived.

Centered on the sofa, the strong hormonal smell spreads throughout the room.

When the playboy's hands were about to get under the hem of the combat T-shirt, the female mercenary slapped the offending claws away; then she lifted up the hem with her backhand and took off the T-shirt.

"Huh..." A whistle sounded, and the healthy wheat-colored skin and amazing body curves were so close that the playboy was ready to make a move.

But it was the female mercenary who moved faster. A pair of gun-cocooned hands had already landed on the playboy's belt.

Xiang Xiang was overjoyed: "Are you so eager? Don't tell me that you haven't had it in the past five years..."

This female mercenary's bold style is not for those who can eat fast.

"How is that possible?" Sylph kept moving her hands, "But of the men I have met, none of them can compare to you."

…

By the time the rain dispersed and the clouds settled and everything returned to calm, it was already sunset. The no longer dazzling sunlight passed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and spread on the floor and sofa.

The naked female mercenary was lazily leaning on the armrest of the sofa. Under the sunlight, her skin glowed with a soft golden color. She stretched out her long legs, and her toes and arches were scraping against her forward chest.

"This is the person you are looking for? The information is too brief, right?" the female mercenary said dissatisfiedly, "A thirteen-year-old boy has no biological father and may be raised by a single mother... In Eastern Europe, there are

Thousands of women become pregnant and cannot tell who the father is."

"Moreover, the social welfare and population registration systems in some countries are extremely imperfect. Finding a single mother is like looking for a needle in a haystack." Sylph complained while pushing the tablet back and forward.

"This boy is not simple." He played with the female mercenary's naughty feet and explained seriously at the same time; "He has no father at all in the biological sense."

"What do you mean?" Sylph was confused by the slightly academic terminology.

Xiang Xiang had no choice but to change it to a layman's terms: "It means that his mother got pregnant and gave birth to him without the involvement of a man."

"In vitro fertilization? Or surrogacy?" the female mercenary asked repeatedly.

Xiang Xiang denied all the other party's speculations, saying: "None of them. There are no men involved at all - in every sense."

"I thought this kind of story would only happen in the Bible; are you looking for the Virgin Mary and Jesus?" Sylph sat up in surprise.

Xiang Xiang sneered and said: "A virgin gives birth to a child. In this case, the child born is not necessarily Jesus Christ, but may also be the devil. In fact, judging from historical records, it is basically the devil. After all, Jesus actually has a father.

It’s just that the church doesn’t recognize it.”

"Devil, are there really devils in the world?" Sylph asked in surprise.

"Didn't you see a vampire five years ago?" Xiang Qiang asked with a smile, "Since vampires are real, why can't there be devils?"

Sylph took several breaths of air. After a long while, the female mercenary asked hesitantly: "If there is a devil, then God also exists?"

"You don't plan to be a devout believer from now on and go to church every week, do you?" Qiang Xiang sneered, "I advise you not to go; there is a chance of getting a response when praying to the devil, but praying to God

, I’m afraid there will never be a response.”

"Why?" Sylph asked.

"I don't know either, but according to historical records, it is indeed the case; a more credible theory is that God disappeared a thousand years ago - about not long before the First Crusade." Xiang Xiang said deliberately.

Leave half half.

"Some people say that the church sells indulgences not because of God's will, but because it has made a deal with the devil."

Sylph was speechless and couldn't recover for a long time; "I know you rich people like to dig up some mysterious legends in your free time, but what you said still makes me unbelievable."

A well-fed rich man who likes to dig up mysterious legends - this is exactly the image Xiang Xiang created in front of Sylph.

"When we first met, didn't you also disbelieve in the existence of vampires?" Xiang Xiang dismissed Sylph's doubts, "Later, you ended up sleeping in the bed of a female vampire."

"You bastards, it was you who forced me up." The female mercenary immediately recovered from her daze and beat her forward chest angrily.

"Okay, let's talk about this boy." Facing Sylph's body full of fitness and vitality, Qiang Qian felt that he was getting ready to move again, so he quickly turned his attention back to business.

"This boy was cultivated by the devil from hell in an extremely evil way; according to rumors, a big devil will use this boy to come to the world on the winter solstice this year."

The forward narration made Sylph seem to be listening to a fairy tale.

The playboy also saw the hesitation of the female mercenary. He did not insist on emphasizing the truth or falsehood, but continued to speak.

"If the rumors are true, then there will be some mysterious events that cannot be explained by science around this boy; and it is very likely that there are other people looking for this child. No matter what, there will always be people who have come into contact with him, and there will inevitably be people who have come into contact with him.

There will be some weird rumors."

As she continued to explain further, Sylph gradually understood.

"So, if I'm looking for a boy, I'll start with some weird urban legends about a thirteen-year-old boy raised by a single mother; and so can anyone else looking for the boy.

Become a useful clue." Sylph concluded; as a successful mercenary leader, her professional qualities are indeed trustworthy.

Xiangqian praised: "That's true. In the underground order of Central and Eastern Europe, your Sikalia mercenary group has a wide range of contacts; a slightly bigger disturbance will definitely not be hidden from you."

"So, what should I do after I find this boy? Bring him or his mother to see you?"

"Absolutely don't do this!" Xiang Qian's face was extremely solemn, "I reminded you that this boy may be involved in the devil; even if he is not the devil, it is very likely that he is some kind of powerful existence that cannot be dealt with by ordinary mercenaries.

"

Looking at Sylph's rather disapproving look, she stepped forward and warned: "Think about the vampire family I met last time; a countess who manages hundreds of vampires. If she goes all out to deal with you who are your enemies,

If so, how many people in your mercenary group can survive?"

Speaking of the adventure in the Hungarian Vampire Castle, the female mercenary finally calmed down a bit.

"Okay, I understand!" Sylph said, "We are only asking for information, and we will inform you when we have the exact results, right?"

"Smart girl." Qiang Qian praised with a smile.

The female mercenary leaned over with a charming look and asked lazily: "So, how much commission are you going to pay for this hire, Mr. Rich?"

"Didn't I just pay for it? I'm just asking for information. It's not too expensive, right?" Qiang Qian was "shocked."

Sylph made fists with both hands and punched her chest: "Asshole!"

"Okay, no kidding; what do you want?"

"I don't want money." Sylph leaned down, and the warm fragrant nephrite suppressed the man's resistance; "My subordinates said that the weapons you sold me before were very easy to use."

Xiang Xiang looked a little bitter: "Those are weapons. Europe is still embargoing our arms. The arms trade between the two sides will be severely cracked down. It is not easy to get the weapons into your hands."

"So?" The female mercenary exhaled and began to use her natural female weapons.

"So, the situation is completely reversed now, it's your turn to pay." He stroked the silver hair on the female mercenary's head forward, and gestured slightly with his hand, asking the other party to bow her head further down.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－

I just saw a message from a reader, and I can only say that the Internet is so big that everyone is there. When I wrote about the bodyguard captain Zheng Ge, I only mentioned that it was an old Hong Kong drama, and also gave the abbreviations of the three people, not even their full names. As a result,

Some readers immediately said it was "The Gunslinger", which was an old drama from 1993. I admire it, we both showed our age together.

In addition, the purpose of writing this chapter is actually to test the boundaries of the description of relevant content to see how much will be deleted, so as to grasp the boundaries and balance of similar content in the future; after all, it is impossible for a Playboy character to be without this aspect of the plot.

I had no choice but to do further testing. I have tried my best to write in a roundabout way, but I don’t know how much I can leave.

If any reader sees sentences or paragraphs that don’t fit together, it must mean that some content has been deleted.