Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The meeting with Lieutenant General Ross going forward was lackluster.

A picky businessman asked the government to protect his legitimate investment as a taxpayer; an Air Force lieutenant general who was introduced as a representative solemnly reiterated the United States' strong determination to combat terrorism and maintain social stability.

In the back and forth, neither party bothered to hide the formulaic and formal nature of the deal. The deal that needed to be done had already been reached when they called the White House and the U.S. Department of Defense.

Instead, he came forward and said two sentences out of thin air: "I hope General Ross will do better than General Frank Hammer", and "If you fail, will there be fighter planes to blow up the entire Alcatraz Island"; and Ross, who has no entertainment ability, was

Jiang was stunned.

Until one of his subordinates who couldn't help laughing reminded him ""Bravely enter the island of death"", Lieutenant General Ross reacted and issued an expulsion order in anger.

"I will stay at the Hilton Hotel in San Francisco for a while. When the San Francisco Bay returns to calm, you can send a negotiation team over." Before leaving Alcatraz Island, Xiang Xiang said to Worthington II.

Worthington II was relieved: "That day will come soon. You can treat it as a short and comfortable vacation. The service level of Hilton Hotel is very good."

"Really? I'm not particular about the hotel's service level. I can't waste it."

Worthington II showed a smile that every man would understand. With the style of that "Miss Hilton", it was normal for him to be related to Xiang Qiang. But when he casually asked: "Which Miss Hilton, sister or sister?"

Sister?" When I asked, I got a jealous answer.

"Both!"

In a seemingly relaxed and harmonious atmosphere, the two waved goodbye; and just as Worthington II watched the small ferry carrying it forward leave Alcatraz Island, a palm-sized wolf spider crawled into the concrete pier.

in the gap.

When we headed ashore, it was already completely dark. As far as the eye could see, more and more people gathered on the streets. Most of them had bad faces and wore many non-mainstream weird outfits.

"Radical mutants in North America have a customary rule. According to their different superpowers, they will tattoo different tattoos on their faces or hands and other exposed places as identification." The American branch of the same car.

The employee pointed out the window at the mutant introduction.

Smiling forward: "It's like the gay community's rule about wearing earrings?"

The people in the car all started laughing. After living in the United States for a long time, it has become instinctive to pay attention to political correctness. When encountering some sensitive topics, I will subconsciously keep silent. I can't make fun of him so casually.

But moving forward is not as superficial as they think.

"It's not just a kind of self-expression." Qiang Qian looked indifferently at the excited mutants outside the car window, "Tattoos are a kind of identity, representing the division and identity of the ethnic group; they are looking for and establishing a identity that belongs to the mutant ethnic group.

Self-identity.”

"What a pity. Judging from our historical experience, establishing this kind of ethnic identity requires a mature soil, which will take at least hundreds of years to accumulate. And in the United States, there is no such soil."

African-Americans, Anglo-Americans, Irish-Americans, German-Americans, Latino-Americans, etc., etc., when has there ever been a true American nation?

A country that is kneaded together like a joint venture; it unites for profit and separates when all profits are exhausted.

The motorcade drove all the way and when it arrived at the Hilton Hotel, it was already very close to the time we had made an appointment with Professor X.

"Ms. Hilton left a message for you. I hope you can call me back when you have time. This is their new phone number." While handing over the room card, the hotel lobby manager also handed over two pieces of paper with the numbers written on them.

He looked forward with an incomprehensible expression: "Two numbers?"

"The two Hilton ladies left messages separately. They both specifically asked Mr. Zion to speak alone at that time." The lobby manager had a professional expression, and there was nothing strange on his face, which perfectly interpreted the qualities of a top professional.

"Zion" is the surname used by Xiang Xiang abroad. Americans cannot pronounce the four tones of Chinese characters correctly and often pronounce the pinyin of "Xiang" as "Zion". Over time, Xiang Xiang simply pronounces it as "James.

Zion's name travels abroad.

He put away the number as usual, but when he left the front desk, he cast a meaningful look at the crowded lobby seating area.

The hotel's presidential suite has the best view in the entire building. Stop forward in front of the window and overlook the brightly lit city. San Francisco is more lively than usual tonight. Howling sirens are coming one after another, and most police cars are rushing towards the city.

The seaside area.

For the police in San Francisco, tonight must be a sleepless night.

At the agreed time, the doorbell rang as promised.

He turned forward and motioned to his escort to open the door, and Professor Xavier in a wheelchair came in first.

"Professor, you are indeed as punctual as ever, and you are as punctual as ever."

"Punctuality is a virtue, James. Long time no see." The professor's expression was always gentle but serious, and he had a kind of calmness that people often say.

Behind the professor, several members of the X-Men filed in; seeing those familiar faces, the smile on his face suddenly froze.

A Wolverine Logan, a Cyclops Scott.

The two love rivals who were originally hostile to each other were glaring forward in unison, looking like they shared the same hatred.

Among the people who accompanied Professor Xavier, there was no Phoenix girl Qin Grey, who had a close relationship with him, and there was no Storm girl Ororo who seemed to be a stranger but could actually speak for him.

Xiang Xiang was convinced that if given the chance, these two frustrated men, Logan and Scott, would not mind chopping themselves into pieces and crushing their bones with laser light.

This old bald man definitely did it on purpose! He gritted his molar teeth forward and glared at Professor Xavier hatefully.

Fortunately, the last person to enter was the current Minister of Mutant Affairs, "Beast" McCoy. This seemingly wild and burly man had a sincere and honest character that was different from his appearance.

"Hello, Mr. Minister, long time no see." He said hello and ignored the two love rivals. "I heard that you met that child on the island?"

"James, you can call me Hank." Beast said, as honest as ever, "Yes, I just met her. By the way, have you seen Raven recently? We haven't heard from her for a long time."

The hand holding the beast forward tightened suddenly, but shook it calmly.

"Really? It seems that she likes the life of a lone ranger." Qiang Xiang pretended to be relaxed and said, "Being elusive is quite in line with Mystique's style of acting."