Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The pickup truck was driving at lightning speed, and it felt like racing on a track on a simple road. John and Marcos were both worried by the sudden call for help.

The old man leaned forward and leaned on the back of the rear seat. The violent bumps comparable to surfing in a storm seemed nothing to him.

There was a muffled "bang" sound, and Marcus in the passenger seat hit his head on the roof again, grinning in pain. In the hurry and anger, his original fear of moving forward dissipated a little, and he was not angry.

He yelled: "What are you doing here? You didn't see that we are very busy now and have no time to participate in your plan."

"That's why I'm coming with you." Qiang Xiang said, "I'll help you solve your problems, and then you'll help me solve mine."

Marcos asked angrily: "How can you help us? Use your little tricks to deal with the Sentinel Secret Service? What they are best at is dealing with people like you."

"You mean to deal with you mutants?" He spoke forward and stabbed the opponent's weak spot.

Marcos' expression was stiff and his tone was even stiffer: "Yeah, it's us, what's wrong? How much better can you be than us? What can you do? Go to those bastards with a small pistol, and then give them a shot each.

?”

"To me, the so-called Sentinel Secret Service is not a big trouble at all, it's just a phone call away." Xiang Xiang said calmly.

"Hehe...hehehe!" Marcos looked weird and laughed a few times full of irony; "Who did you call? The president? Why don't you take my suggestion? Why don't you call someone?

What about a private plane? What we need most now is a plane."

"I do have a private jet; but first of all, when it flies over, it will be too late; secondly, I don't want to attract too much attention now. If you are willing, when this matter is over, I can invite you to experience flying on a private jet

The feeling of an airplane.”

"Ha!" Marcus sneered and turned his head, not wanting to listen to the cloaked man's nonsense anymore.

Marcus stopped talking, but John spoke; he seemed to be driving without any distractions, but in fact he did not relax his vigilance about moving forward.

"If you can kill a sentry with a phone call or summon a private jet, why do you still need to steal money from the gang? Why do you still ask me for help?"

"Good question, it seems you are not as brainless as the big boy next to you." Qiang Xiang praised without sincerity, "The reason is very simple, what I need is an unknown amount of money; just like...you guys

You don’t want the Sentinel Secret Service to check your account either, do you?”

"We don't have such a thing as a bank account," Marcos complained angrily.

"This is a good habit for a person who is evading official pursuit; you are very much like a drug dealer in this regard." Qiang Xiang praised again, "Think about it, what drug gangs like to do most? Hoard cash! I can do that.

Give you 5% of the income, which is 5% of the wealth accumulated by the drug cartel for more than ten years! You will no longer have to worry about money in your life, and you don’t have to worry about being targeted by the IRS.”

John pondered for a long time and didn't answer for a long time.

He didn't rush forward and sat quietly in the back seat; he knew that although he needed the black money from the gang, relatively speaking, these two mutants were in more urgent need of help.

The gang's money is prepared for Shen Ran. The process of investigating the truth about Howard's death is long and difficult. The more you dig, the more people are involved; and due to the characteristics of SHIELD's international organization, many of the people under investigation are not in the United States at all. They were transferred to various places around the world, which made the investigation more difficult.

As time goes by, more money is spent, and the originally prepared budget is no longer sufficient.

Although Xiang Xiang is rich, the cash flow of Wude Group was even richer than that of Stark Industries at one time; but most of this money is on the surface, and is closely watched by governments, tax agencies and even intelligence agencies. Convenient transfer to a less legal project.

There are several channels for making black money in Madrid Port, and Shen Ran and Xiang Xiang often make use of these gray area resources; but the problem is that this place has long been famous, and the whole world knows that it is a paradise for criminals. It is difficult to say Have these black money channels been discovered by some law enforcement agencies and are just waiting to catch big fish in the long run?

It would be okay if they were dealing with ordinary intelligence agencies, but when facing SHIELD, both Xiang Xiang and Shen Ran wanted to keep a low profile as much as possible, and they would cut off any signs of attracting attention in advance.

With several factors superimposed, there are not many methods available to Xiang Xiang and Shen Ran.

However, grabbing money from drug gangs was only a spur-of-the-moment idea when Qiang Xiang decided to let Marcos go; for him, it was a matter of taking the first step, and whether it would succeed or not was not so urgent. Anyway, this time There's nothing important to do, just be idle.

But for John and Marcus, a group of mutants, dealing with the threat from the Sentinel Secret Service is an unavoidable top priority.

Therefore, John's final answer was completely expected by Qian Qian: "I can join; you help us deal with the sentries, and I will help you find the gang's warehouse and vault."

Marcus felt unreasonable: "Do you really believe his lies?"

"Let him try, what do we have to lose? Anyway, he has nothing else to do while he is sitting there. Just like he said, just make a phone call, right?" John's last question was asked forward.

Marcus was speechless and could only direct his dissatisfaction forward: "You want to make a call? Do you want me to lend you the phone?"

"No need." He pulled his sleeves forward to reveal the electronic bracelet on his wrist, "This call can only be made using my number. They generally won't answer unknown calls."

Seeing the sudden appearance of high-tech products, the two people in the front row were a little shocked; John said to Marcos thoughtfully: "I now kind of believe that he really has a private jet."

"These kind of things are sold openly in Apple stores." Marcos muttered in response.

Xiang Xiang didn't care at all about Marcos's dissatisfaction. After the call was connected, he just said hello and let the pickup truck stop.

"Hello, Professor Xavier!"

John's foot jerked as if someone had hit his reflex nerves, the brakes made a "squeaking" sound, and the wheels left a long scorch mark on the dirt road.

Marcus let out a "whoop" and hit his head on the windshield, half of his face being squeezed out of shape.

Under the surprised gazes of the two mutants, they slowly told the story about the Sentinel Secret Service, and then asked: "Do you know about this agency?"

"Yes, I often hear news about this agency recently." A calm and somewhat old voice came from the communicator, "This is a newly established department after the Alcatraz incident, specifically targeting illegal mutants; but there is news that

, their goals are more than that, and their action style is somewhat tougher than necessary."

Qianqian sneered: "More than necessary? That's a really euphemistic wording. There were many women and children in the mutant shelter they just attacked. The youngest seemed to be only seven or eight years old. They were also illegal mutants.

Is it? Is it illegal because they are mutants?"

"If this is true, the problem is very serious."

"It is indeed very serious, especially if Magneto knows this information." Xiang Xiang smiled unabated, "It is not based on crime but on genes to distinguish identities. Arrest people first and then screen them. The old, weak, women and children will be treated equally; Magneto will definitely

This practice is still fresh in my memory.”

"Alas..." Professor Xavier sighed; he knew what Qiang said meant. The way the Sentinel Secret Service treats mutants now is no more than a gas chamber away from the way NAZI treated the Jews.

Magneto happened to have stayed in a concentration camp and lost his mother there.

"Give me your address and we'll be there right away."

Professor Xavier made up his mind but emphasized: "We will try to rescue those innocent people, but we will not favor mutants who have indeed committed crimes."

"Haha, Professor, you care whether mutants are criminals, but the Sentinel Secret Service doesn't care whether they are innocent." Qiang Xiang sneered and said sarcastically, "Okay, then we look forward to the arrival of the X-Men."

After hanging up the phone, I looked forward and saw two stunned faces.

"What's wrong?"

"You...you just called the X-Men?"

"Yes, didn't I say that solving the Sentinel issue is just a phone call away." Xiang Xiang said matter-of-factly, "No matter how powerful the Secret Service is, it is no match for the X-Men."

As far as the combat power of the X-Men is concerned, you can definitely guarantee it going forward; as long as you have a beautiful lady in the academy, not to mention the Sentinel Secret Service, the entire federal government, as well as the navy, army and air force can be wiped out by you.

The two mutants looked at each other.

Is this the same thing? Are we doubting the X-Men's fighting prowess?

Isn't the most incredible thing about the whole thing not that you actually have the X-Men's phone number?

"I said... you're not going to drive anymore? Aren't you in a hurry to meet up with your companions who have escaped capture?"