Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The Rainbow Bridge fell from the sky and landed in the depths of a desolate desert. The violent energy impact raised large amounts of sand and dust; several coughs, neither light nor heavy, could be heard from deep in the sand.

The cloaked figure walked forward from the sand, patting the dust on his body while looking around at the surrounding environment.

It was obviously impossible for the desert yellow sand to provide him with the necessary geographical reference; he turned on his electronic bracelet and connected it to the satellite signal to determine the coordinates.

"Even if I wasn't disturbed, Heimdall's chosen landing point was still on the earth, and he didn't throw me into outer space." Xiang Xiang thought silently, "This gatekeeper is really good-tempered, and he provoked me for a long time.

Aren't you angry?"

The electronic bracelet responded quickly. The coordinates showed that the current location was approximately at the junction of New Mexico and Texas; a little further west was the border between the United States and Mexico.

After silently calculating forward, I found that there is a straight-line distance of more than 300 kilometers between the current position and the impact point where Thor's hammer first appeared.

"It's a little off, but it's acceptable." He murmured to himself.

This landing point was chosen by Xiang Xiang himself. To be precise, it was formed after he deliberately interfered with the Rainbow Bridge. Before, he was rambling in front of Heimdall, even using his sister Sif as a talking point, but it was just

In order to attract the attention of the gatekeeper, it is just a cover to interfere with the normal operation of the Rainbow Bridge.

Otherwise, although Qianqian has a broken mouth, it is not broken. How could he make fun of people for no reason?

A huge magic array appeared before his eyes, with thousands of complicated magic runes building a more complex magic circuit.

Separate a part of your mind forward and sink into the soul realm, reset the magic patterns engraved on the rainbow bridge in your memory, and fill the collected energy change parameters into the magic array one by one.

As more parameters are filled in, the magic circle becomes brighter; when the last memory data is put into the array, the entire magic circle rotates rapidly.

Under the control of forward thoughts, the magic array is like a precise and high-speed magic computer, constantly pushing down and calculating the operating principles and data of the Rainbow Bridge.

Of course, compared to computers that calculate through data, the magic circle directly replicates the process of energy operation; it is more idealistic, but it goes straight to the essence.

The advantage of pointing directly to the essence is that as long as you find the right way, you can get the result quickly. As you move forward, you can feel that the operation of the magic circle becomes smoother and smoother, and the internal magic circuit becomes more stable.

"It seems to work..." Xiang Xiang pondered, "What should I use to test it? It's hard to get results if it's too close, and I'm not sure if it's too far."

He subconsciously looked up at the sky; in the evening, the sky was clear, with the sun setting on one side and the moon hanging high on the other.

It is actually a rare celestial phenomenon where the sun and moon shine together.

Staring forward at the pale moon, an idea suddenly came to me.

A brilliant light burst out from the magic circle.

Two minutes later, Qian Qian looked at the several broken parts wrapped in gray-black sand and silently dialed Zheng Xian's phone number.

"Uncle Xian, please contact the space agency and ask them if they want to recover the debris after the impact of Chang'e-1."

Even though Zheng Xian was well-informed, he was confused by one sentence: "What fragment? What does it have to do with Chang'e-1? Haven't you been staying in the Five Elements Laboratory recently? Why are you related to Chang'e-1 again?"

?”

"Yes, I just... did an experiment." Xiang Xiang silently dispersed the dim and motionless magic circle, "I will put the things for you in the sterile laboratory of the bureau. You can find someone to collect them.

"

"Hey...hey hey..."

I hung up the phone and started reviewing this time's Rainbow Bridge restoration plan.

Speaking of which, this was done in a dishonest way. The Rainbow Bridge is Asgard's strategic weapon and the core technology of their military logistics support. Qiangqian used magic to copy the technology and secretly learned it. It should be regarded as poaching allies.

corner of the wall.

The kind where even the roots of the walls were dug down.

Strictly speaking, the fundamental purpose of stealing the Rainbow Bridge technology is not to use it, because with the current technological level of the Earth, even if the principles of the Rainbow Bridge and the complete set of design drawings are packaged and sent over, the people on Earth cannot make it.

For no other reason than it consumes too much energy.

In the few seconds it took to retrieve the Chang'e-1 fragments from the moon, more energy was consumed than the energy emitted by the sun in a day; the space channel that could be opened could barely fit a person through.

Only by moving forward, relying on the energy transformed from the soul universe, could the portal be opened for a few seconds.

Until humans can collect and use antimatter and dark matter energy on a large scale, it will be impossible to put the Rainbow Bridge technology into practical use.

The real purpose of replicating the Rainbow Bridge forward is to destroy it.

When Thor and Loki staged their "brotherly love", Qianqian tried to interfere with the operation of the Rainbow Bridge and successfully deflected its landing point. Loki was the victim of that attempt.

This time, I was able to get close contact with the actual device, which greatly improved forward's ability to interfere with the Rainbow Bridge.

According to the original arrangement, Heimdall was supposed to send Xiang Xiang back to China, but after he was angered, he seemed ready to throw Xiang Xiang into a nook and cranny; but the final destination was Xiang Xiang's own choice of New Mexico.

state.

Because New Mexico is the place where Qiang first came into contact with the Rainbow Bridge, he collected the most and most detailed data about the Rainbow Bridge here; he also had the best confidence in choosing this place as his landing point.

Although the final landing point deviated by several hundred kilometers than expected, Qiang Xiang was already very satisfied. This showed that he could interfere with or even reverse the operation of the Rainbow Bridge more accurately.

This dark card is prepared for the future; if the worst happens in the future, such as Hela successfully regaining the throne and leading the Asgardian army to go to war with the earth, Qianqian and Kama Taj will also have

Be more confident to face Asgard's crushing technological advantages.

"It's almost time to leave. If SHIELD was not blind, it would have seen such a big movement on the Rainbow Bridge." He patted the dust on his trousers and stood up slowly. Unexpectedly, as soon as he looked up, he saw the top of the sand dune.

Two heads popped out of it.

Two young men with obvious Latino ancestry, one with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looking like a human; the other with sinister eyebrows and rat eyes, looking like a human like a dog.

At first, he was lying half-lying with his back on the sand dune. He was about a person's height away from the top of the dune, and he couldn't be seen from the other side. The two people climbed up from the other side of the dune, and they didn't follow him until they showed their heads.

Had a face-to-face meeting.

The two people on the other side looked very panicked, and I don't know if it was because of the weird cloak of Master Kama Taj.

He looked forward at the dusty two people, and then subconsciously looked back. He saw a simple road looming in the distance, and he suddenly felt relieved.

"Are you planning to go to Mexico, or have you just come from there?" Qian Qian asked in a tone as if he was meeting an acquaintance across the street.

The other party said nothing and looked at each other, seemingly unable to reach an agreement; both of their eyes began to wander.

"Stowaway?" Xiang Qiang asked again.

The one with the sinister eyebrows slowly stretched his hands behind his back.

"No, you don't look like you are in the serious business." Qian Qian thought for a moment, "Smuggling?"

The one with the sinister eyebrows seemed to be about to make a move, but the one with thick eyebrows and big eyes held down his arm; the two made eye contact, each glaring angrily.

Moving forward, he had a clear view of the other party's movements, but he didn't care; his eyes fell on the travel bag carried by the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"For smuggling, the goods brought are too little. So, drug dealer?"

The young man with sinister eyebrows showed a fierce look in his eyes, pushed his companion away, and pointed his gun forward.

"Aha, FN57, nicknamed 'Cop Killer', is the favorite weapon of Mexican gangsters." Xiang Qian turned a blind eye to the black hole of the gun, "I have played with this gun before, and it can even fire armor-piercing bullets. Its powerful penetrating power is impressive.

profound."

"Bastard, then you just wait to get punched in the head!" The sinister-looking man spoke with a strong Mexican accent, and his English was mixed with Mexican slang and catchphrases.

Divided by criminal groups, drug dealers are among the most ferocious gangsters in any country; killing a random passerby in a desolate and uninhabited desert has no psychological burden on them at all - nor does this man with a sinister eyebrow.

exception.

When the trigger was pulled, the imaginary roar of the gun did not appear; because just before the trigger was pulled, the entire pistol fell apart in an instant.

Slide, barrel, spring, safety, hammer holder, hammer spring rod, hammer spring, magazine bottom plate, support spring, support plate, magazine tenon spring, trigger rod pin, recoil spring

Wait, all the accessories are scattered.

It was as if an invisible hand had dismantled the pistol into parts in less than half a second.

The accessories were scattered on the ground and sunk into the sand; only an empty gun handle shell was still in the hands of the man with a sly look.

Facing the other party's horrified expression as if he had seen a ghost, he smiled faintly and said, "Look, I'm just impressed by this kind of gun; it's almost breaking my own record for the fastest disassembly."

The stern-looking man was obviously frightened. Before he could finish speaking, he screamed, dropped the handle of the gun, and ran back while crawling on the ground.

"I haven't finished asking yet!" Qianqian helplessly spread his hands towards the other person's back, and heard a "pop" sound. The other person suddenly shrunk a lot; his body from the neck down was gone, leaving only a head.

Writhing wildly on the sand, but unable to move an inch.

The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was also frightened. When he took a closer look, he found that his companion had sunk into the sand, as if he had stepped into quicksand.

More sand flowed from all directions, covering the head of the man with sly eyebrows, and soon submerged his mouth and nose. He became frightened, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't scream. Instead, his mouth was filled with sand. In just a few seconds,

, this person will be completely buried.

The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes swooped forward, hurriedly pulling at the sand, and dug his companion's head out of the sand, then his neck, chest, and hands.

The thought of moving forward stopped the quicksand.

The repeated changes caused the pair of companions to almost have a psychological collapse. The two of them waved their four hands up and down, trying to dig away at the sand. Even the travel bag that had been with them was thrown aside, and they completely ignored Bu.

Move forward step by step.

"Can you calm down and answer my question? It's not difficult to speak well, right?" He gestured forward and clapped his hands, brushing away the non-existent sand.

As the sound of clapping sounded, the sand on the ground gradually solidified, and finally became stronger than the concrete floor.

The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes dug a few times and was awakened by the severe pain coming from his fingertips. As for the buried man, he seemed to be so frightened that he lost his mind. His hands and fingers were dripping with blood, and he was still screaming "Ouch" to no one.

He made unintelligible sounds and kept scratching the ground.

Qianqian ignored the frightened two people and opened the travel bag that was still on the ground; the sight he saw was as expected, dozens of plastic bags filled to the brim with white powder.

After examining the evidence, he smiled sincerely and coldly at the two people opposite him; however, under the cover of the hood, he could only see a deep and terrifying shadow.

"Name?"

The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes slumped to the ground and replied fearfully: "Marcus."

"Oh, just listening to the pronunciation, it sounds like a great surname." He tilted his head to the side and asked, "Where is he?"

Marcos looked at his companion who had fallen into madness and replied without any delay: "Benito."

"Ah ha, it is also a great name for Mexicans." Qiang Xiang's smile did not diminish, his tone was cold, "But what you are doing has nothing to do with greatness."

"I...this is my first time..." Marcos stammered in explanation, his panic heightened by the frantic shouting and yelling of his companion Benito.

"From children who skip school, to house-breaking thieves, to scumbags who smuggle and sell drugs, everyone who is caught doing bad things basically says the same thing; there is nothing new at all." Xiang Xiang said with emotion, "You

Can’t you think of any other reason to ask for forgiveness?”

Marcus cried sadly: "This is indeed my first time."

"Even if it is true, this reason is not enough." Looking down at the other party, "Listen carefully, the next question is very important to your life, think about it before answering."

Marcus nodded his head faster than a chicken pecking at rice.

"First question: Are you an undercover agent sent by the police or any other law enforcement agency?"

Marcus' eyes widened and he shook his head blankly.

"Then the second question: Are you an informant for the police or any other law enforcement agency?"

Marcus's face was wrinkled like dead tree bark, and he shook his head again.

"Okay, third question, you have to seize the opportunity;" Qianqian reminded, "Do you have a legitimate reason to need money urgently? It's the kind of situation where not being able to get the money will endanger your life; including but not

It is limited to relatives and friends who are seriously ill, kidnapped and extorted."

Marcus felt as if his neck was rusty, and he wanted to nod, but there seemed to be a sharp gaze that could see through everything in the shadow deep in the hood opposite him, making all his false thoughts disappear.

He finally shook his head with difficulty and denied: "I do need money, but... I don't have..."

"Okay, I understand! What about your companion? Does he think he is an undercover agent or an informant?"

Marcos couldn't laugh or cry: "How would I know...even if he was, how could he tell me?"

"It makes sense. Looking at his behavior of shooting at others at will, even if he is an undercover informant, he should not be considered a good person."

Marcos looked at Benito again, recalling the other man's usual behavior, and he really couldn't say "good".

Benito was still mad, unaware that his fate had been decided by just one question and one answer.

"Since you don't even think he is a good person, then I know it in my mind." He raised his hand forward and waved behind him; the pistol accessories that were originally scattered floated into the air, flew towards the front hand, and at the same time, they were in mid-air.

Assemble quickly and automatically.

When it fell into the palm of the hand, the entire gun had returned to its complete form, and even the bullets were loaded.

With the deepening of his research on space magic, Qiang Xiang's attainments in this magic technique have reached a level that is difficult for ordinary Kama Taj magicians to understand; it seems that he is controlling accessories, but in fact, he is really controlling each and every subtle one.

space.

It was easy for him to disassemble and assemble a pistol.

"I know you're not too bad. When your accomplice was about to draw a gun at first, you stopped him - although I don't know whether you simply didn't want to kill anyone or didn't want to cause trouble. But..."

After getting the pistol, there was no hesitation or waiting. He raised his hand while speaking forward and fired, so fast that Marcos didn't even have a chance to react.

The gun that had not been fired before was fired this time, and with a flash of gunfire, Benito's head bloomed into a red and white bloody flower with the roar of the gunshot; just as he said, he was pierced by bullets.

Head.

He didn't have a chance to let out even the shortest scream, and he died as soon as his head dropped; half of his body was fixed straight on the sand.

Marcos, who was so close, had his face spattered with brains and plasma; the sudden killing frightened the young man. This was the first time he had seen murder so close. And he quickly realized that he was next.

The target of murder.

Marcos was horrified as he looked at the muzzle of the gun that moved towards him without stopping after one shot. His desire to survive gave him a reaction speed far beyond normal; before the muzzle of the gun was aimed at him, he raised his hands first.

A dazzling light suddenly burst out from the palm of his hand.

The carelessness of moving forward gave the other party a chance to resist, but this resistance was so slight that it had no effect at all.

A bright light that could blind an ordinary person for a short time fell in Qian Qian's eyes, and he couldn't even squint; his eyes were still clear, and he could clearly see Marcos rolling around after the strong light emitted.

Climbing and escaping in embarrassment.

If he wanted to, he could have pulled the trigger and sent Marcos to be with his companions; but the special abilities displayed by the other party made him stop.

He had no time to follow Marcos to the top of the dune, and then watched him tumble and slide down the dune, trying to escape in the fastest way.

Marcus's strong desire to escape made Master Karma Taj "tsk tsk" in surprise, and then he raised his finger to open a portal in the direction of sliding.

The strong inertia allowed Marcus to crash into the portal without any resistance, and then screamed as he fell from the sky; he was slapped face down on the sand in a posture that was very familiar to him, the same as the second prince of Asgard.

On the ground.

Marcos raised his head blankly, and what he saw was a devil-like figure in a cloak; his left hand was behind his back, and his right hand held a gun hanging by the side of his leg, with the barrel of the gun tapping his thigh repeatedly.

The shadows under the hood faced each other, and the other party was obviously looking down at him.

"Mutants?" asked Qianqian.

Marcus was heartbroken and nodded dejectedly, closing his eyes and waiting to die as if accepting his fate.

"I seem to be able to understand why you don't do a legitimate job." Qiang Xiang said with pity, "You have been discriminated against and can't find a legitimate job. You can only do odd jobs here and there, and your salary is always withheld; for doing the same work, you are always being deducted.

Get less than others."

Marcus was surprised: "How do you know?"

"I know a lot of mutants, and most of them suffered similar experiences after their identities were revealed."

Xiang Xiang's words seemed to arouse Marcus's anger and grievance. He said angrily: "That is what happened to me and my companions; mutants seem to be born with original sin, and those who discriminate against us, they may

Think of yourself as God.”

"What a profound insight. You must be very religious and at least like to read the Bible."

"No, I don't believe in fucking God at all." Marcos said angrily, "If there really is a God, why would he let honest and hard-working people become poor? Why would he let me end up having to make money by selling drugs?

Is it because we are mutants?"

Moving forward thoughtfully: "You guys? Do you have other fellow mutants?"

Marcus suddenly stopped talking and looked forward with vigilance.

This is indeed the reaction of a mutant who has gone through many hardships.

"Are you selling drugs to make money to take care of your fellow mutants?"

"Not entirely, I am short of money myself." Marcos was extremely honest about what he could say, "But there are indeed many people who need money."

Xiang Xiang burst out laughing for a moment: "Why did you answer no when I asked you if you had any legitimate reasons for needing money urgently?"

Marcos was puzzled: "Didn't you say you were seriously ill or kidnapped for ransom? We have not encountered such a thing..."

"Don't you understand what 'includes but is not limited to' means?" Xiang Xiang couldn't complain, "You should have studied grammar well when you were a child; you know, you almost became the most unjust and deserving death this year.

people."

Marcus blinked, and his poor grammar knowledge made him think about it for a long time before he finally understood: the other party didn't want to kill him.

The young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes became energetic. He turned over and got up from the ground. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start. He could only look forward uneasily, waiting for the other party to comment.

With a casual wave forward, he gathered sand and buried Benito's body, while still not forgetting to complain: "Your experience illustrates a profound lesson, do you know what it is?"

Before Marcos could react, Kama Taj's mage asked and answered himself: "If you are stupid, you should study more. If you don't study well, your life will be in danger when you grow up."