Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

"Do you still want these?" He pointed forward to the travel bag filled with cocaine.

Marcos's eyes were rolling, and it was obvious that he was very reluctant to give up, so he had to make a difficult choice between his own life and a large sum of money.

"I...I don't want it anymore."

"Really?" Xiang Xiang received a positive reply from the other party, "Then give them to me, and I can exchange them for some money."

"WHAT?" Marcos' eyes bulged out.

"What, do you have any objections, or do you want to go back?"

Marcos looked at the muzzle of the gun swinging in front of his eyes and shook his head shrewdly: "I'm just...a little surprised. You don't seem to like drug dealers very much."

"I really don't like drug dealers, but there's nothing inconsistent with me asking drug dealers for money, right?" Qiang Xiang said, "They must be very anxious after losing so much goods. Can you help me contact them?"

"

Marcus was horrified: "You want to sell the goods back to them?"

"Isn't it possible?" Xiang Qian asked back, "They should have made a lot of money, so they should share some with me and let me help Huahua, isn't it right? By the way, what is the name of your gang, and how long have you been doing this? The most important thing is

Yes, how much money did they make from it?"

"I don't know, but... there should be a lot."

"That's good. If there are too few, it's not worth wasting time." Qiang Qian said, "Okay, put your bag on your back. I guess your contact person should be here too and help me introduce him."

"Why should I carry it?"

"Maybe it's because I have a gun in my hand and you can't run away?"

"..." Marcus felt that this reason was very convincing.

The two of them walked towards the highway one after another; in the distance, a 60-70% new pickup truck drove towards them with a sky full of dust.

"Is that the person who came to pick you up?" Qiang Qian asked.

Marcos was a little hesitant: "I don't know either. I told you this is the first time I've done this. Only Benito knows the route and only he knows the contact person. We'd better be careful."

"Are you trying to say that because I don't look like Benito, that will cause them to be wary?"

"What I want to say is, I have no idea what you look like." Marcus looked at the shadow under the hood and complained expressionlessly.

"It doesn't matter, my reaction must be faster than their suspicion, and so is the speed of my shooting." Xiang Xiang dismissed Marcos' worries.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about myself." Marcus hugged the travel bag guiltily, "My reaction speed is not that fast."

Today's experience made Marcos extremely convinced that it was indeed too risky to take the wrong path. If he could go back alive, he would never eat anything else.

"Don't worry, buddy." Xiang Qian assured, "As long as the other party shows any abnormality or you notice any abnormality, I will shoot immediately. Believe me, your life is very safe."

"I hope so." Marcos said with a grimace; he had no other choice but to believe in this mysterious cloaked man. But when he saw the face of the approaching pickup truck driver clearly, his eyes widened.

Be rounder than ever.

"Why are you?" Marcos yelled at the pickup truck from a distance of more than ten meters.

"Is there something wrong?" Qiang Qian was surprised by Marcos's overreaction and was about to raise the gun in his hand.

"No, no, no, there's nothing wrong." Marcos noticed the forward movement, and his voice suddenly raised an octave, "Don't shoot, don't shoot, that's my friend!"

"You said it was your first time doing this, and you ended up making friends in a drug cartel?"

"NO! NO! NO! He is... he is not... he is..." Marcos said incoherently, "He is not a drug dealer, he is just my friend; he is also... a mutant."

"What happened to the mutants? You are also a mutant, haven't you also become a drug dealer?" Qianqian teased, but put down his hand.

It wasn't that he believed Marcos' words easily, but because he also recognized the driver's face; he had this person's information in his memory.

The pickup truck stopped in front of Marcos, and a sturdy middle-aged Indian man got out of the driver's seat.

"John, why are you here?" Marcus rushed to the man and asked.

The Indian named John said with a straight face: "I'm here to see you, you idiot. Lorna said you have been dealing with a group of drug dealers recently, and she is very worried."

At this point, John also noticed the travel bag on Marcos. He pointed at the bag and asked, "So you really started this business?"

Marcus felt guilty at first, but then quickly became confident; "Then what do you want me to do? We have at least twenty people to take care of; I also have to find a way to settle my future life with Lorna. I need money, and everyone needs money.

Need money."

"So you hang out with these people?" John tilted his head towards the back fighting position.

Marcos didn't know why, so he walked up to the back and took a look, only to see two young men in their twenties and thirties with tattoos on their necks and arms, tied up like rice dumplings and thrown inside.

Qianqian appeared beside the truck at some point and said abruptly: "You saved me a lot of effort, John."

"Who are you?" John put one hand on the belt at his waist and calmly held the handle of the short knife at his waist.

"Passing by." Qianqian was unaware of John's hostility. He reached into the bed of the car, picked up one of the young men by his collar, and threw him casually on the roadside; and then the second one.

.At least a human body weighing more than 100 pounds is no heavier than a stuffed doll in his hands.

The two flower tattoos were smashed to pieces, but unfortunately their mouths were also tied with cloth strips, and all they could hear was a dull "wuwu" sound.

"The next scene may be a bit bloody. If you don't like it, you can turn your head and look away." Qiang Xiang kindly reminded him, turned around and raised his hand to shoot.

This shot accurately shattered the knee of one of the flower tattoos.

The sound of gunshots startled Marcos and John, but what frightened them even more was the indifferent and cold attitude forward.

"I want to find your leader and discuss some business with him. Can you give me any useful information? For example, his home address or something like that?" He squatted forward in front of the person who was shot, and pressed the muzzle of his gun on him.

On the opponent's other good knee.

The man who was shot was half because of pain and half because of anger. His face was red, veins were popping on his neck and temples, and he was glaring forward.

The moment he pulled the strip of cloth from the opponent's mouth forward, the curse came to his face: "Fake Squid, you idiot..."

"Bang!" The clear gunshot suppressed all the curses, leaving only painful wails in the other party's mouth. Before new curses appeared, he moved forward and quickly pushed back the cloth.

Then, he turned to look at the other flower tattoo next to him.

This man looked much weaker than his accomplices. He shrank when facing forward and never dared to look directly at the face facing forward - although he could only see a shadow and the corner of his chin.

"Your partner is a tough guy. It's really a pity that such a tough guy can no longer stand and walk." Qiang Qiang sighed, "What about you, are you willing to talk to me calmly? In other words, are you more willing to learn from him?"

Seeing the muzzle of the gun pressed against his knees, the young man was horrified and hurriedly shook his head like a rattle; if his hands and feet had not been bound, he would probably have wished to kneel forward and kowtow a few times.

"Very good. Are you willing to tell me who your boss is and where he lives?" Qianqian pulled off the cloth from the other person's mouth and reminded the other person very thoughtfully, "Don't worry, as long as you open your mouth, then

Your companion would have no need to live; he would have no chance of informing."

…

About ten minutes later, Xiang Xiang stood up with satisfaction and sent a text message to Lao Shen using the mobile phone he found on the drug dealer.

I have to say that these two flower tattoos are indeed very self-conscious of drug dealers. They use disposable mobile phones, so their safety is quite guaranteed.

John and Marcus watched the torture process with horror; John asked with hostility: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Didn't I tell you, I'm just a passerby." Qianqian continued to text without raising his head, "As for what I want to do... I'm just like your companion, I'm also short of money, so I want to find someone who

The drug dealer negotiates a deal and makes some money to spend. How about it, do you want to join?"

"What business?" Marcus asked subconsciously, earning a dissatisfied look from John.

"I want those drug dealers, especially their bosses, to pay a sum of money to buy back his life." Xiang Xiang said, "As for the specific amount of money, it depends on how much the bosses think their lives are worth.

Already."

"You're going to rob a drug dealer? No, you're going to rob a drug cartel. They have at least a hundred gunmen." Marcos took a breath, "Listen, man, I definitely don't want to get into trouble, especially

Getting into trouble with these drug dealers..."

"But you've already caused trouble." Xiang Xiang finished sending the text message and smashed the phone into a pile of pieces. The eyes of the two people opposite him jumped.

"Look, it was your first time in this business, and the goods were lost, people died, and you were the only one left to go back. Do you think this is really okay?" Qianqian smiled, "Or do you think?

As long as you send the goods back and put the pickup truck and these two trashes back together, you can get away from this matter?"

Marcus was speechless and planned to ask John for help, but he got a cold look in return: "He's right, you are a fool."

Drug dealers are creatures that will only get deeper into trouble when they are hooked, and how can they escape so easily? This is why as soon as John heard that Marcos was running away to sell drugs, he hurried over to look for him.

"But if you go to rob those drug dealers of their money, won't the troubles get bigger and bigger?" Marcos asked unconvinced.

Step forward and ask, "What trouble can a dead man cause?"

The two people on the opposite side were both shocked by Henjue's understatement.

"Think about it, how much is the wealth accumulated over the years by a drug gang with hundreds of people worth? As long as I divide half of it, I can find the most elite mercenaries in the world to wipe them out. And the biggest difficulty is

, that is, how to accurately find their leaders, as well as their warehouses and vaults."

After drawing the pie, he leisurely asked, "How are you doing? Do you want to join?"

"Your plan is very thorough and you don't need us at all." John remained unmoved and pulled Marcos back, preparing to get in the car and leave. From the beginning to the end, he kept holding the dagger in his hand.

He moved forward and raised his voice slightly: "You are wrong, I need your superpower; I need you to help me find the warehouse and vault of the drug trafficking group. Although my people can also do it, it will cost a lot."

Little time; some things are prone to accidents if delayed for a long time.”

John's eyes suddenly became sharp. He stopped and asked in a deep voice: "What is my super power? What do you know?"

Pointing forward to Marcus: "He told me."

Marcus was deeply shocked by Qianqian's shamelessness, and hurriedly explained to John: "I didn't say anything, no, I only said you were a mutant, and nothing else."

"Then I have to thank you, at least you didn't tell anyone about our shelter." John mocked dissatisfiedly. Marcus, who knew he was in the wrong, was obedient and did not dare to refute.

"Okay, no more joking." Xiang Xiang said seriously, "Actually, I know you, John Proudstar; the 'Proud Star' of the Apache tribe; I know that you can track the most cunning fox in the wilderness.

You can also find any hidden corner in the bustling city."

With every word he spoke, John's face became more serious; this Indian tribe warrior did not think that being recognized by a mysterious stranger would be a good thing.

"Where did you get my news? The military? The sentries?" John slightly hunched his shoulders and arched his back, in a posture ready to pounce on the opponent at any time.

"As far as I know, the U.S. military has indeed set up a secret agency to secretly hunt down mutants for a long time; but, what is the 'Sentinel'?" Qiang Qian asked.

John emphasized again: "Answer my question."

"Well, I know you from the X-Men." Xiang Qian gave an unexpected answer, "About ten years ago, Arizona, you worked with the X-Men, remember? It is said that

, they planned to recruit you at that time, but you decided to stay in your hometown temporarily to help your tribe."

This answer not only stunned John, but also Marcus. Not every companion knew John's past experience.

"Have you ever cooperated with the X-Men?" Marcus was surprised, "Why have you never mentioned this?"

"What's there to mention? It was all ten years ago. They might have forgotten about it a long time ago."

Marcus was very dissatisfied: "Haven't you heard of the legend spread among mutants? Mutants who are in danger can ask the X-Men for help. If they had helped us, we would have asked the Sentinel Service a long time ago.

Get rid of those bastards."

"I...I haven't thought about this." John's eyes became a little strange. He touched his forehead hesitantly, as if he was trying to remember something.

"Since the X-Men once wanted to recruit you, didn't they leave any contact information or something like that?" Marcus asked dissatisfied yet hopeful.

John subconsciously replied: "Of course, they told me that as long as I change my mind, I can go... I can go..." He suddenly got stuck.

"Where to go?" Marcus was anxious.

John put down his hand on his forehead and showed a confused expression: "I... forgot."

"WHAT!" Marcos' voice suddenly rose eighteen degrees.

He moved forward but thoughtfully; John's situation reminded him of an evil thing Professor Xavier had done.

In order to hide X Academy, the old bald man secretly conducted a global brainwashing operation.

It seems that the brainwashing operation has affected those who may be hostile to X Academy, and it has also affected their former friends-such as the current John.

Before John could figure it out, the phone in his pocket rang.

"It's Lorna. She may be worried about you."

John temporarily suppressed the complicated thoughts in his mind and answered the phone; only to hear the anxious voice of his companion coming from the phone: "John, the sentry has discovered us!"