Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

There are dense port facilities on the east coast of the United States, most of which were built from the late nineteenth century to the first half of the twentieth century, that is, the era of American industrial prosperity.

Today, many small ports have long since declined. Abandoned port facilities have become gathering places for homeless people and even criminals. The port found by "Thunderbird" falls into this category.

The roaring Iron Man armor frightened the small groups of drug addicts and suppliers of "washing powder" and "grass leaves", and they dispersed in an instant.

This group of marginalized people at the bottom of society all have enough survival wisdom. Although they know that the richest man in the world will not go to war to catch a few drug dealers, they understand better that if Iron Man can be dispatched, something big must have happened in the port;

Those who still get along at this time are either reporters who are afraid of chaos in the world, or they are idiots with no brains.

Iron Man, who was flying in the sky, completely ignored the group of people on the ground who were scattered. He flew over the port and immediately conducted a carpet-like infrared scan of the entire port.

Idle buildings and abandoned containers have all been used by certain groups of people. In the thermal image displayed, groups of people in twos and threes are scattered in more than a dozen places.

"There are leaf smokers, drug addicts, prostitutes, and a suspected smuggler's warehouse. Only the target who may be the 'Winter Soldier' ​​can't be found."

The artificial intelligence quickly analyzed the behavioral patterns of the people shown in the thermal imaging, but did not find the only target of the trip.

"Ask that Indian detective, is his detection result wrong?" Tony said to Xiang Qiang on the communication channel.

The man on the other end rolled his eyes forward, ignored Tony's question, and asked instead: "We didn't agree to act together, so why did you put on your armor and fly away early? Do you know that when taking off, the armor's tail flames

The seat cushion is burned out."

"How do I remember that you are driving my car now?" Tony said that he was not short of money for a leather pad.

"That's right, I'm driving now; so now I'm enduring the smell of burnt leather." He glanced forward at the passenger seat and saw the burnt black on the seat cushion, feeling extremely disgusted.

"I remember it was a convertible, couldn't you drive faster to disperse the smell?"

"You couldn't have sat in the car and walked with us honestly before? What about now? Aren't you just waiting for us to go there with nothing to do?"

Tony was very angry: "You are looking down on Brother Tony! I suggest you drive faster. If I find out the clues first, I will do it alone, and I won't wait for you here."

He replied forward: "Haha!"

This basically abandoned cargo port lacks modern monitoring facilities on the one hand, and is a mixed bag of good and bad on the other. Homeless people and all kinds of illegal people come and go, and the number of people entering and exiting the port every day ranges from dozens to hundreds.

If you want to investigate a case or find someone in a place like this, you can only use the old stupid method - ask. But with Tony Stark's character and communication skills, if he wants to communicate normally with a group of strangers and marginalized people at the bottom of society, there is a possibility of success.

How big is sex?

Anyway, when I drove the car into the port, I happened to see a group of slovenly men and women surrounding the Mark Armor, making a lot of noise and spitting out fragrance.

Even from a distance, one could hear how harshly these scoundrels scolded people.

Looking forward at the motionless Mark Armor in the crowd, he shouted: "Hey! Are you in there?"

Tony's dull voice came from Mark's armor: "Of course, what do you want to say?"

"I would say you should take the right action at this time."

"What is the correct action?" Tony asked again. The group of people who were cursing also stopped one after another, staring unkindly at the guy who suddenly broke in to disrupt the situation.

"For example, you could give the loudest person a crushing fracture all over their body; trust me, that's the best way to communicate for their understanding."

Xiang Qian's words were a real provocation to his face, and some of the leaders in the crowd couldn't help but launch a long speech that started with "Fake"; at this time, Tony seemed to have figured it out, and raised his hand to explode with a palm cannon.

The tin bucket beside the road flew away.

Amid the thundering roar, Mark Armor finally revealed the majesty of the world's richest man: "Get out of here, everyone!"

The annotation for this sentence is that the iron bucket flew dozens of yards and fell to pieces with an explosion.

A group of people suddenly fell silent. Their mentality was actually similar to that of the people who had escaped outside the port. Those who could survive on the edge of the bottom knew when to give in and what kind of response they should use to face what kind of people.

Way.

For example, at this moment, in a further corner, someone picked up their mobile phone and wanted to record the scene of "Iron Man bullying the weak"; but as soon as the record button was pressed, the screen of the mobile phone went black.

After all the people surrounding him dispersed, Tony opened his armor and walked out with a depressed look on his face.

"How do you feel? I estimate that the swear words you have heard for most of your life are not as powerful as what you heard in the past fifteen minutes." He leaned forward against the car door and asked deliberately teasingly.

"NO, I have seen people with more violent attitudes in the caves of Afghanistan, but most of the time I can't understand them." Tony said.

"How did you provoke them? Based on my experience, these people will usually take the initiative to avoid people they cannot afford to offend."

Speaking of this, Tony became a little more dissatisfied in his depression; he said: "I just want to find someone to ask about the 'Winter Soldier'."

"Then what? How did you ask?"

"I told them that if anyone could provide information about a man with a metal prosthesis on his left hand, I would give him $100,000..."

"Okay, you don't need to say it. I can guess the rest." Xiang Xiang said with a joking smile, "After you said those words, a bunch of people immediately came up and gave you a lot of temporary

Made-up news; because you’re not going to pay for fake news, you get into a fight.”

"Are you arguing? You said it too lightly."

Qianqian sneered: "Understatement? You have to know that the main reason for understatement is that you were still wearing the Mark armor at the time. If it were an unarmed guy, then I would have to go to the seabed outside the pier to find his body."

"Then what should we do now? I looked around and found that there are eleven people with physical disabilities in the port, six of whom have prosthetic limbs; but there is only one who has broken his left hand, and he does not have a prosthetic limb, and he is a black man. So, 'Winter Day

The warrior' is not here."

He spread his hands forward and said, "Then we can only continue to trouble our Mr. Detective."

While he was talking, "Thunderbird" John had already gotten out of the back seat; he ignored the bickering and banter between the two playboys, looked around, and walked straight to a row of assembly houses near the dock.

There is a row of houses closest to the dock. It was originally supposed to be a place for dock workers and managers to work and rest. After being abandoned, this type of non-permanent building was damaged the fastest, and many components were used by homeless people.

It was dismantled and used for other purposes. It can be said that there is air leakage from all sides and is full of holes.

Even homeless people and gang members are unwilling to stay in such shabby houses; after all, permanent buildings such as warehouses are relatively well-preserved, and even repurposed shipping containers are easier to live in.

But John pushed the door open and entered one of the shabbiest wooden houses.

"That person stayed here for a while, not long, and he left not long ago." John glanced at the room and made a judgment without even using his superpowers.

I looked forward and looked into the room. It was empty, with only a tin bucket and a corroded and rusty chair. There were fresh marks on the chair and the floor.

"Someone was walking around the room and sitting on the chair." Qiang Qian came to the same conclusion, "There are a lot of traces left here. Can he still be found?"

John walked to the door and saw two lines of footprints, one in and one out, with the same size and the same spacing, indicating that they were left by the same person; and he was a strong man.

"The traces here are the clearest." John squatted down and put his hands on the footprints.

After a while, he stood up again.

"Found it?" Tony asked eagerly.

"He's back in the city again; I can tell he's being cautious and now hiding in a residential area," John said.

Qian Qian glanced at Tony, and saw the uncontrollable impulse in the other person's eyes, and immediately stopped him: "You must go with us this time, so as not to cause any trouble again; you know, threatening a group of drug addicts is not the same as threatening a group of drug addicts.

Residents in residential areas are fundamentally different."

"I'm wearing Mark armor..." Tony said that he was no longer used to riding slowly in a car.

Qianqian had a firm attitude of "never compromise" and said: when necessary, it is okay to "carry the donkey without riding it".

"Like when we set off, you can put it in a sitting position in the back seat; if you really can't bear to be too far away from it, you can also sit in the back seat - if John doesn't mind the burnt seat on the passenger seat

If you pad it."