Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Zheng Xian acted quickly. That night, before it got dark, a Bombardier Global Express took off from the airport, passed over the estuary of the river, and flew eastward.

In the spacious cabin, I stretched my arms forward and leaned comfortably on the sofa; several young and beautiful flight attendants, obviously of Western appearance, treated me attentively.

Unlike the last time when we faced the outsiders from the special service team, at this moment, there was only a young, wealthy and carefree boss in the cabin; intentionally or unintentionally, the stewardesses' gestures were a little more charming and eager.

The foreman standing next to him has a bright smile, a slender figure, and golden-red hair. His long hair is tied into a neat bun, and he is wearing neat and well-fitting work clothes, which outlines his slim curves.

His forward gaze also followed the figure curve of the head stewardess, and after a while he asked: "I remember, I sent you to the United States for training at the beginning of the year, but you have never had the opportunity to inspect your training results since you came back?"

"Ah, yes, sir." The foreman's eyes flickered inexplicably, "Would you like me to gather them together and show them to you?"

"Of course." Xiang Xiang became even more unhappy, "I paid such a large price on purpose. It was a school for training Tony Stark's private jet attendants, British etiquette training, and bartending from the French wine producing areas.

Teachers, of course, as well as impressive music DJ and dance training.”

"You won't let my money go to waste, will you?" Xiang Xiang teased, pretending to be stern, "I know how to deduct wages."

"Of course not, sir..." The foreman was stared at at a loss.

Qian Qian nodded with satisfaction and pointed casually: "Go and call someone over. By the way, first turn on the stage lighting effect on the bar. It cost a lot of money to decorate."

"Um, okay, sir." The head waiter lowered his head and raised his feet, and hurriedly turned around and walked towards the bar. However, when he glanced at the bar, there was only a dozen neatly placed goblets.

What lighting console?

"Oh, can't you find it? As the foreman of the flight attendant team, your performance is not very competent. Or do you just have the face of a foreman?"

Hearing the wild laughter coming from behind, the foreman understood immediately. She rolled her eyes and turned back to face forward, her shoulders slumped: "When did you find out?"

"When you greeted me on the ramp." He nodded forward with the corners of his eyes, "Although my sense of spiritual power is much worse than that of the professor and Qin, and I don't have the ability to do any telepathy, it can still be used to distinguish an acquaintance.

It’s enough. And there’s this…”

Raising his wrist forward, it was a bracelet similar to an electronic watch. On the LCD screen of the bracelet, a red arrow pointed directly at the foreman; "Mutant Gene Detector, although Dr. Trask was sent to prison by you back then,

But his results have long since spread all over the world."

The foreman let out a helpless sigh, stretched out his hands to loosen his neat bun, untied the collar of his tight work clothes, swayed to the sofa, raised his legs and sat astride his arms; she was tall, straightened her waist and looked down condescendingly.

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The other flight attendants in the cabin said nothing and wisely avoided other cabins.

His forward hands put his round thighs and rubbed them gently: "Can I ask where the beautiful foreman I hired with a lot of money is?"

"I'm sleeping at home. I should be able to sleep for another ten hours or so." Her voice was still as charming as the beautiful forewoman's before, but when she left her voice, she sounded a bit colder and stronger.

Under the forward gaze, the beautiful foreman with flaming red lips transformed into a face like a blue elf, her golden red hair turned into a more eye-catching fiery red, and her cheeks were covered with thin scales.

"I also have a question to ask you. Has Charles come to see you? About the Worthington Company?" Mystique's red lips whispered into the forward ear, and the moist heat seemed to go straight into her brain.

The hand moving forward has moved to the slender waist: "It's obvious, isn't it? The news I just received said that Magneto is ready to go to war. And the professor hopes to calm down the storm as soon as possible, and doesn't want too much bloodshed, so there is no way around it.

I am the major shareholder of Worthington Company. Compared to Magneto, who advocates violence, the professor is more like an idealistic politician."

He didn't say a few words about the business, and his attention was no longer serious: "I remember that when you used to disguise yourself, you used the scales on your body to turn into clothes, so you could change your clothes at any time, but today... you are wearing my clothes.

The foreman’s clothes?”

"Hmm..." Mystique seemed to enjoy the forward embrace, clinging to him like a snake that had taken off its bones, "The head waitress is very ambitious and has prepared a lot for her work, for example, a black suit

Hollow sexy lingerie...Who will you help, Charles or Eric?"

With the warm fragrant nephrite in my arms, I moved my forward gaze downwards,

"I don't help anyone; Magneto's violence will certainly arouse more hatred, but the professor's goal is too idealistic. Now that the mutant potion has appeared, no government will allow it to disappear or be controlled by mutants.

.Does that set of underwear fit you well?"

"Have you forgotten? I can find a way to fit whatever I wear." Mystique murmured into her ear like she was dreaming, "As promised in advance, I can help you find out about Eric's movements, but... yours

Will the plan bring worse results? I am very worried, if only these ten years of peace can last forever."

He put his forward arms around Mystique's waist and tightened them hard, and the alluring feminine scent hit his nostrils.

"Don't worry, I have always been more inclined to develop mutual trust and cooperation with mutants. The professor and I can achieve a certain degree of cooperation. The most important thing is that I promised you that I will not take the initiative to harm the professor or anyone in Magneto.

one person……"

Mystique laughed playfully, slapping the hand that climbed up from her thigh: "Have you forgotten, you shot and wounded Eric... I found that black looks better with fair skin.

"There were ripples in the water before my eyes, and the blue beauty elf turned into a face of a young beauty that many people are familiar with.

"When I entered the country, there were huge advertising pictures of this woman everywhere at the airport. Is she a movie star or a singer?"

He shrugged his shoulders forward and said, "It's all about movies, TV shows and songs."

Mystique looked at Qian Qian's lack of interest in confusion, and soon realized: "Have you slept with her?"

Xiang Qian didn't feel any embarrassment at being exposed, but instead smiled happily.

"What about this one?" Mystique changed her appearance several times as she pleased, observing her forward expression. After a while, she said coquettishly: "Why don't you tell me which one you haven't slept with?"

"Why do you need someone else's face? I remember the first time we met..." Looking forward at Mystique's face, watching her gradually transform into a familiar blonde face - that is Mystique

A normal face used when not pretending to be someone else.

"Still so young and beautiful." She moved forward and stroked the fair cheek in front of her.

Mystique looked at him with a half-smile: "Young? I'm only a little younger than Charles, and I'm old enough to be your mother."

Xiang Xiang laughed nonchalantly: "The difference in age needs to be compared. For a life cycle of one hundred years, a difference of thirty years is a huge difference. When the life cycle is doubled or tripled, thirty years will

The difference in years is insignificant, if it is a longer life..."

"Is this why you don't care that that little girl Qin is more than ten years older than you?" Mystique asked coquettishly.

Qian Qian quickly closed her mouth. Mystique knew the man's little plan, but she still couldn't suppress the spring in her eyes, which was so rich that it almost overflowed her eyes.

"You still remember, if I can't concentrate after losing control of my consciousness, I won't be able to maintain my transformation..." Mystique's breath became hotter in her mouth and nose.

"of course I remember........"