Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Bombardier Global Express is a mature business aircraft model. In other words, its aerodynamic layout and other aspects related to flight speed cannot be modified too much. Even if Xiangqian has a lot of high-end technology, it cannot improve the speed.

There have been too many improvements and improvements.

The flight across the Pacific from west to east lasted more than ten hours, and the plane slowly landed at an airport on the outskirts of San Francisco designed for private jets.

Mystique changed her face and left quietly, which was a familiar journey for her; here she will try to detect the whereabouts of Magneto, the most powerful terrorist in the United States who has returned after disappearing for ten years, making Xiangqian very worried.

Mystique is equally worried. As Magneto's friend, she would never want to see him fly into the flames.

After the Trask incident, although Mystique chose to leave the professor and Magneto to work alone, she has realized that violent actions have no benefit except worsening the living environment of mutants again.

Among the people she trusted, apart from the professor, only Xiang Xiang had the ability and willingness to help the mutants survive this crisis, so Xiang Xiang gave her satisfactory conditions, and the basis for cooperation was established.

Xiang Xiang entered the United States this time to deal with a business crisis as a director of Worthington Company, so the trip was made public from the beginning. The result was that as soon as the plane landed, Xiang Xiang's cell phone started ringing.

"Black charcoal." This is something black from the inside out.

Looking at the familiar code name on the phone screen, I looked forward with a playful expression.

"These hyenas still have such sharp noses."

From the time I got off the plane to the time I got in the car and left the airport, more than ten minutes passed. No call was answered, and the caller's ring tone continued to ring. The other party did not hang up, and it did not automatically interrupt like ordinary phone calls.

The continuous ringing announces the fact that if you don't answer the call, the ringing will never stop, and of course no other calls will be able to come in.

He held the phone forward and thought for a while, sneered and adjusted the ringer to silent, then threw it on the seat and turned to admire the city scenery outside the car window.

Thanks to the time difference between the two places, Qiangqian took off before dark. When we landed, it was still evening. The sky was already reflected in the brilliant glow, and the mottled lights of high-rise buildings began to light up in the streets and alleys.

"Go around the Consulate General." Qian Qian suddenly ordered.

The driver asked: "Do you want to park in?"

"No, I just stopped by, had a look and left." Xiang Xiang seemed very quiet without any acquaintances around him, and the expression on his face gradually became lonely. In this city, there are many memories of Xiang Xiang: those from his childhood

, teenage, sad, happy...

As soon as the car passed the street of the Consulate General, the bracelet he wore on his left hand suddenly vibrated. When he raised his wrist, he saw that it was also a communication request. However, people who could directly put calls into the electronic bracelet were different from those who could only

The person who calls the previous cell phone is definitely not the same thing.

Looking at the name flashing on the crystal screen, Xiang Qian laughed happily and answered the call immediately.

"James, are you in San Francisco now?" Before he could speak forward, a voice with an exaggerated tone came from the other side, "You really make me sad. You are coming to San Francisco without notifying me in advance. If it weren't for Javi

Sri Lanka found that your private jet just applied for an inbound route, and I didn’t even know you were here.”

Xiang Qian looked at the swollen-looking man with a moustache in the light screen with a smile, and said hesitantly: "Do you look like you just woke up... Maybe you should be more sad that you didn't have a good time at yesterday's carnival party?"

"What? How do you know..."

"Pepper told me." Xiang Qian opened his innocent eyes and told lies.

Tony in the light screen showed a look of astonishment, and made an obvious turning movement; then a slightly magnetic young woman's voice came from the headset, with an obviously helpless tone: "Mr. James, I'm right here

Here it is!”

"Hi, Pepper, I haven't seen you for a long time." Qiang Xiang didn't feel any embarrassment after being caught. Instead, he greeted with a smile, "Can you come in front of the camera and let me take a look? You know it, middle-aged man."

My face after a hangover is really ugly..."

"What? Of course not!" the hungover middle-aged man yelled viciously, his face seemed to protrude from the screen, and he thrust his nose into the forward nose, "Pepper is very busy, she has a lot of things to do now.

Work needs to be taken care of…”

There was a hint of a woman's snickering in the man's shouting voice.

"It's already past six o'clock in the evening, it's off work time; and today is Saturday!" Qiang Qiang scolded, "Tony, you are really a black-hearted capitalist."

Tony Stark on the screen was not to be outdone and defended: "How can this be called black-hearted? Aren't the normal working hours from nine in the morning to nine in the evening? And as my administrative assistant, she only needs to go to work every week.

Six-day shifts are a benefit for working people."

"Oh oh oh... I really believe you, Tony..." Xiangqian said strangely, "Pepper, do you want me to trust your boss? You only work six days a week?"

When Xiang Xiang said "only six days of work", he deliberately stretched out his hands and made the "quotation mark" gesture commonly used by Americans at Tony on the screen, which attracted a "glare" from Tony Stark.

Before Tony Stark could interrupt, Pepper's voice pretended to be confused: "Normal working hours...six days?"

Tony Stark on the screen was looking in the direction outside the screen, winking at Pepper as if he was killing him.

From both sides of the screen came the happy laughter of a man and a woman, as well as the muttered defense of a man with a mustache.

This kind of laughter was the way of greeting between them. When the laughter stopped, Tony Stark's expression suddenly became serious: "James, is the matter at Worthington Company very troublesome? Do you need to come to the United States in person?"

"Many people have expected this situation, haven't they?" Xiang Qian smiled easily.

"Where are you going now? Worthington headquarters, or their lab on Alcatraz?"

"Alcatraz." Go forward and tell the truth.

"It could become a battlefield at any time." Tony Stark, as one of the richest men in the United States and an arms dealer with close ties to the military, is naturally well-informed.

"More and more radical mutants are gathering around the bay, and this is only local to California. Mutants from other states are still gathering here one after another; now not only the police, but some areas have been cordoned off by the National Guard.

Already."

"The California National Guard has been dispatched? Less than 48 hours have passed since the press conference. The only news I received before was that the local police were patrolling." Xiang Xiang remained indifferent to these news, "It seems,

There are definitely people who are adding fuel to the fire."

While on the plane, he was not only busy "reminiscing about old times", but he also analyzed a lot of information brought by Mystique.

Others can't catch the elusive Lao Wan, but Mystique is undoubtedly one of the people who knows Lao Wan best. The information Qianqian has about Magneto's actions at the moment is probably more detailed than that of various U.S. officials.

Although I have tried to persuade Mystique not to continue to intervene in this matter to avoid danger, but considering her relationship with Lao Wan and the professor, I am afraid she will not listen to the advice.

Although it was easy to move forward, Tony on the other side of the screen was much more nervous than himself: "James, I suggest you not to go to Alcatraz Island. In recent days, it is probably the most dangerous place in the United States."

Looking at Tony's eager expression, Qianqian felt very warm. He could feel his friend's concern for you, but he couldn't accept his suggestion: "Please forgive me for not being able to do it, Tony..."

Before Qiang finished speaking, Tony became angry: "Why don't you understand? Listen to me, what Worthington is facing now is not a matter of business competition."

"I understand everything, Tony." Xiang Xiang calmly interrupted Tony's persuasion, "I understand that it is no longer a business issue; it is an inter-racial struggle, and it is also a struggle involving several big countries.

——So I must go!"

On the screen, Tony glared angrily. After a long time, he suddenly sighed and lowered his voice: "I will send you a number in a while. If you encounter an emergency, just call that number; there is an armed helicopter at the nearby air force base on standby at any time.

After receiving your call, they will arrive at Alcatraz within ten minutes, but you have to remember that they have been ordered to only take you away."

Qianqian suddenly felt his eyes were a little hot, and he quickly took a deep breath, also lowering his voice: "Is it Ronnie? Did you drag him into the water? He is a member of the United States Air Force, and the impact on him is not small if something happens.

"

Tony warned fiercely: "Then be careful, don't die, and don't let Ronnie go to military court."

Looking at the ferocious Tony Stark on the screen, he smiled happily: "Don't worry, Tony; I promise, I'm just going to take a look. As long as I confirm that my investment is safe, I will go ashore immediately and come back."

Staying in the hotel, not going anywhere. I probably won't be able to use Ronnie's helicopter."

After hanging up the phone with Tony, Qiang's mind surged, and more memories of his childhood and adolescence flooded out of his mind. When Qiang came back to his senses, he could already see the sparkling waves on the sea, and the thin

In the night fog, the majestic figure of the Golden Gate Bridge loomed in the bright glow.

He took a deep breath and glanced back casually, only to find that the screen of the mobile phone thrown on the seat was still flickering tenaciously.

Qianqian sneered, and finally chose to answer the phone: "You are really persevering, Mr. Director."

A deep voice came from the phone's receiver: "Mr. Xiang deserves our show of sincerity."

"Then why don't you ask Mr. Nick Fury to tell me sincerely, what do you want to exchange for your sincerity from me?" The forward voice was cold and harsh. The warmth brought by friends has completely dissipated, and what is left is

Give the opponent bone-chilling coldness.

(There will be a chapter later - some things I wrote before need to be revised, maybe after twelve o'clock.)