Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

O'Donnell is a middle-aged man who is incompatible with the Sovereign Hotel. He wears a leather jacket, rarely smiles on his face, and more often has a cold, vigilant, and stern expression.

When you see his face, you will know that this is a man in the city who often walks between black and white; his history must be full of all kinds of illegal traces, and there must be many of his friends who are not very legal.

People who care about the law - like Wolverine Logan.

If it weren't for Qianqian's invitation, such a person would be stopped by the hotel security before approaching the door of the Sovereign Hotel. But with Qianqian's permission, he would be able to board the exclusive hotel in a majestic manner amidst the surprised eyes of countless celebrities and wealthy guests.

The elevator goes straight to the top floor of the hotel.

However, O'Donnell himself was not very happy to accept this kind of treatment; when he saw Qian Qian, he turned a blind eye to the playboy's warm greeting, and the gloomy expression on his face was as gloomy as if his parents had just died.

Of course, Xiang Xiang knew that O'Donnell's parents had died long ago.

"What's the matter, man; not happy to see an old friend?"

O'Donnell glanced coldly: "My old friends will walk into my bar, order a Bloody Mary, and chat with me about the weather, beaches and women; instead of dragging me out from behind the bar in front of so many customers,

Let four burly men in suits escort me away."

"Oh, that's Logan you're talking about; his style doesn't suit me." There was no apology on Qianqian's face, "I can't sit on the bar counter of the Princess Bar, I can only sit on the leather sofa in the hotel's luxury suite.

.Of course, I would also be happy to chat with you about the weather, beaches and women."

"SHIT!" O'Donnell yelled: "Logan is right, you are a complete asshole."

"I think he has too much prejudice against me. Have you seen him recently?" Xiang Qian passed a glass of wine from behind the small bar in the suite; here, he is the owner of the bar.

O'Donnell didn't follow Qian Qian's politeness. He took it in his hand and said critically, "This wine has no taste at all." He poured the wine into his mouth, not a drop of it was left.

"Logan came here a few months ago." After three glasses of wine, the expression on O'Donnell's face had changed from gloomy to clear; "He also talked about you; he said he had a fierce relationship with you in Japan.

There was a fight."

He smiled forward and said, "Do you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it." O'Donnell said, "If he really had a hard fight with you, then he would definitely tell me that he beat you until you cried like a father. Since he didn't say that, it's you.

Beat the shit out of him."

The two of them laughed together.

"I need you to help me find a few people; the kind of people who can run transportation routes without others' eyes." After the pleasantries, we moved forward to talk about business.

O'Donnell asked in confusion: "Why come to me? As long as the news is released, there are many people in the entire Madrid Port who want to work for James Zion; you can find the best people in the world in this industry to help you.

"

"What I want is not the best, but the most reliable."

"How reliable does it have to be?"

Qian Qian thought for a moment: "The kind of person who would rather die than betray his clients probably doesn't exist, right?"

O'Donnell sneered: "Of course it doesn't exist. You can't find it not only in the Port of Madrid, but also in the whole world."

Illegal business is also business. Business is all about seeking money. How can we seek money if we can't even save our lives? For those smuggling and illegal immigrants, they are just being hired by others to make a living. How can they expect others to risk their lives?

Life goes.

"I don't think so." Xiang Xiang couldn't say he was disappointed, "Then take a step back, is there anyone who can keep secret before encountering a life threat, and will find a way to inform his employer even if he betrays him?"

O'Donnell nodded: "I know a few people like this."

"Bring them here, quietly, don't let anyone know." He pointed forward to Jia Ying, who had arrived at someone's side. "Let them talk to this lady when the time comes. Money is not an issue, I will pay for it."

"

O'Donnell had drank several glasses of strong wine in a row, and in his hazy eyes, he could not help but be moved by Jia Ying's cold beauty: "Hello, madam; I am O'Donnell."

Jia Ying stretched out her hand and touched it lightly, which was not considered a formal handshake: "Jia Ying."

At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Skye, who had just been sent out to go shopping, ran in excitedly with a bunch of things in her arms. When she suddenly realized that there was a stranger there, she suddenly stopped and shouted anxiously.

A voice: "Hi, Mom, James."

Jia Ying glanced at her daughter and said calmly: "Let's talk about it then." She turned around and took Skye away.

O'Donnell stared straight at the backs of the two equally "young" girls, until their backs disappeared outside the door, then he winked and asked: "A man brought two girls, and he asked one of them to call the other

'Mom'. Is this a new game developed by Playboy?"

Xiang Xiang said leisurely: "Ms. Jia Ying is already over eighty years old; to the extreme, she is old enough to be your grandmother."

"What?" O'Donnell almost choked on his wine.

"Why are you making such a fuss?" Xiang Qian said, "This is not the first time you have met an ageless person. If you had known Logan forty years ago, you would have called him uncle. But you met Luo Gen ten years ago.

When I was young, I would only treat him as a brother."

O'Donnell was still in a state of disbelief: "She is also a mutant."

"Probably not." Although Xiang Xiang detected mutant-like genes in Gordon, since the other party denied his identity, he did not intend to go into details.

Seeing that O'Donnell still had an inquiring look on his face, he simply said carelessly: "Now that technology is advanced, mutants may not be the only ones who can stay young."

"There is such technology? Then women all over the world will go crazy if they know about it."

"Then let's wait until they know, and they may not be able to pay the price." Qiang Qian laughed.

O'Donnell rolled his eyes, and the middle-aged man's obscene smile appeared on his face again: "So, those two are really mother and daughter? And they are both so young... You have indeed developed a new way of playing.

, right?”

Rolling his eyes forward, "You should get out of here, man."

O'Donnell laughed and pointed forward with a wink, indicating: Let me guess.

Qianqian sneered and shrugged, resolutely refusing to respond. His relationship with Jia Ying could be hidden from the naive Skye, but not from O'Donnell. This kind of old gangster who has been in the market for many years and is used to seeing all kinds of religions has a pair of eyes.

It's poisonous.

After O'Donnell staggered away with about 40 to 50 minutes of drunkenness, he went forward and found Jia Ying again.

"You should be impressed by Dr. Whitehall, especially by his rejuvenated face; surely it would be okay to make a portrait sketch?"

Jia Ying's eyes were gloomy: "Of course. Even if I go to hell, I will remember that face. What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to find an insider to verify." Qiang Xiang said, "Establishing traffic lines can only cure the symptoms, not the root cause. To completely solve the problem, Whitehall must be completely solved."

Jia Ying's eyes flashed: "You want to deal with Whitehall?"

"Don't be too moved, Ms. Jia Ying; I only do this partly out of personal feelings, and the more important reason is the identity of the Whitehall Hydra."

When Xiang Qian said this, he was standing behind the sofa, with Skye sitting in front of him; his hands were on the little girl's shoulders, making the other party mistakenly think that the so-called "private feelings" were worthy of him.

But Jia Ying, who was sitting opposite, could see clearly that the playboy was clearly staring at her face when he said this, with meaningful glances in his eyes; only Skye couldn't see it.

Jia Ying was so angry that she almost bit her teeth, but she still didn't dare to say anything. This look of hatred, shame, anger and fear, looking into Qian Qian's eyes, was simply fascinating.

O'Donnell is right. Between Jia Ying and Skye, Playboy did unconsciously have some dirty ideas about "new ways of playing."

Fortunately, Xiang Xiang also knew that this kind of secret teasing must be stopped; after Jia Ying dictated, he personally drew a sketch portrait of Whitehall's middle-aged appearance, and after receiving final confirmation from Jia Ying, Xiang Xiang boarded the plane and flew directly to London.

——He is going to see Ms. Carter.

Playboy's sudden visit obviously disrupted Ms. Carter's daily rhythm of life; when he walked into the apartment door, a dining cart was being pushed out of Ms. Carter's bedroom. Behind the dining cart was an old man with white hair.

Passing forward silently.

"Little guy, you ruined my original lunch break plan. Even the lunch time had to be shortened by five minutes than usual. This is not a good thing for the stomach of a ninety-year-old man." Carter complained half-seriously.

road.

Spreading his hands forward: "Actually, I really want to have lunch with you, Aunt Carter."

"The person you have lunch with should be a young girl, not an old lady in her nineties." Carter said, "You wouldn't come to me so suddenly; tell me, what happened?"

He looked around and asked a little hesitantly: "If I activate the anti-eavesdropping device now, won't any SHIELD security personnel suddenly rush in from the door?"

Carter frowned slightly, her decades of experience as an agent made her immediately realize the seriousness of the matter.

"No. The security surveillance in this apartment is outside, not in my bedroom."

He nodded slightly forward, but still turned on the electronic bracelet on his hand, covering the bedroom with electronic interference. Then, he took out Whitehall's portrait sketch and handed it to Ms. Carter.

"Do you remember this person?"

Carter tried hard to open his eyes, looked at it for a long time and then shook his head sadly: "I may have seen this face, but I can't remember clearly."

It's not surprising to go forward. After all, this portrait sketch of Whitehall depicts the appearance of the other party in middle age. The last time Carter saw this face was more than sixty years ago; even if she saw it again in the following days,

After passing Whitehall, he may not look this young.

"In 1945, on the eve of the defeat of NAZI Germany, you captured a key member of Hydra named Reinhardt in Austria. Do you remember?"

Carter's eyes were fixed, searching his memory: "Yes, I have an impression of this man. He was responsible for researching super humans in Hydra. After he was arrested, he tried to use his research results to make deals with the Allies, but I was

Rejected."

"Do you remember the last whereabouts of this person?" Qiang asked.

"I locked him up; the Allied governments jointly authorized the Strategic Science Corps to have law enforcement powers against some special war criminals. I remember that he was sentenced to life imprisonment." Carter picked up the sketch again, "Is that him? I remember it all.

I can’t see this person’s face clearly.”

Qianqian asked: "Is there a parole period for this person's life sentence?"

"How is it possible? Those imprisoned by the Strategic Science Corps are all the most dangerous war criminals. For various reasons, some people are not suitable for immediate execution, but they are destined to never see the light of day for the rest of their lives."

"But the problem is that this Reinhardt had already gained some freedom in the 1990s at the latest." Xiang Qian said, "He changed his name and called himself Dr. Whitehall, and continued to carry out research on super humans.

Research experiment; he was specifically identified by one of the experiment's victims."

"This is impossible!" Ms. Carter's originally cloudy eyes suddenly became sharp, "Are you sure that the person identified is Reinhardt?"

He nodded vigorously forward: "There is no doubt about his identity; what I want to know more now is, who is this Reinhardt - or Dr. Whitehall - working for now? It's S.H.I.E.L.D.

Or...Hydra?"

Carter put her hand on her forehead, and under the cover of her palm, her eyes flickered slightly: "Hydra has disintegrated with the death of the Red Skull."

"That's not necessarily true, Aunt Carter." Xiang Qian said, "Before I discovered Whitehall, I also discovered a group of Hydra remnants in Sokovia; their leader was a Baron named Strucker.

."

Ms. Carter was stunned for a moment and stared forward.

"Yes, I didn't lie to you." Xiang Qian said, "Maybe it's a resurgence, maybe it's a comeback; in short, the Hydra has grown a new head."

Ms. Carter's eyes were full of disappointment, she lowered her head and let out a painful cry.

Xiang Xiang can understand the other party's painful mood at this moment. Destroying Hydra is the greatest achievement in her and Captain America's lives. Her lover even paid the price with his life for it; but now someone suddenly told her that you paid the price with your life.

The victory gained in exchange was greatly compromised, which was difficult for anyone to accept.

After a long time, Ms. Carter came back to her senses and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"As I just said, we must first confirm who Whitehall is working for." Xiang Xiang said, "If someone within SHIELD restarted the deal that you vetoed, then the person behind Whitehall is God.

Shield; if that were not the case..."

"If this is not the case, it means that SHIELD has fallen and been corrupted. Someone secretly helped a war criminal escape punishment." Ms. Carter's voice was extremely cold, "and it must be a high-ranking member."

"You're right."

"What will happen after you find out? What are you going to do?" Carter asked again.

"If the person behind Whitehall is not SHIELD, I will find him and kill him, and then report this matter to the World Security Council and let them find out the bugs within SHIELD. If the person behind him is indeed God

Shield..."

Carter asked: "What would you do if SHIELD was behind it?"

"I will quietly find Whitehall and kill him; and try not to let SHIELD find evidence that I did it."

Carter asked with a half-smile: "Are you willing to risk direct conflict with SHIELD to kill this...Whitehall?"

"If you know what Whitehall has done, you will understand what I am thinking; in his superhuman research experiments, he dissected an innocent woman alive just because she had some ability to live forever. He also

He used that woman's organs to transform himself, transforming from a hundred-year-old man back into a middle-aged man less than fifty years old."

The crime told forward made Ms. Carter frown.

"If Whitehall is indeed working for SHIELD, it means that SHIELD has lost its bottom line on certain things."

Ms. Carter looked grave, but still echoed the forward view: "You are right; SHIELD should not become an organization that loses its bottom line. What do you need me to do?"

"I want to check Reinhard's files from back then. Can you get these files?"

"Of course, I still have some respect in SHIELD." Carter said, "But if I do this, I will definitely alert the person who helped Reinhard get out of prison."

Qianqian smiled and said: "That's right, so we have to think of a reasonable excuse."

"What other evil ideas do you have?"

Looking forward with a big smile: "Aunt Carter, have you ever thought about writing a memoir?"