Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

For Manhattan residents, the morning light on this day is undoubtedly warmer and brighter than most times in the past; it completely dispels the anxiety of the previous night and declares that the following day will still be bright and peaceful (this is debatable)

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Some people may be a little frightened this morning, because the headquarters building of Midtown Circle Financial Corporation completely collapsed overnight; the ruins left behind are inevitably reminiscent of the similar events that occurred in Manhattan on September 11 of a certain year.

event.

However, the official agency came out in time to explain, indicating that the building's insufficient construction strength and illegal underground construction caused the building to be severely damaged in the previous earthquake, so it took the initiative to blast and demolish it last night. Moreover, no repairs were made when the building collapsed.

Impact on surrounding buildings.

Of course, this official explanation certainly cannot convince everyone. There was a lot of discussion in the media and on the Internet. Before noon, various conspiracy theories were thrown out one after another.

However, for most people, conspiracy theories are just a matter of listening to them while drinking and chatting, and no one will take them seriously. Conspiracy theories such as Area 51, national treasures, and JFK being assassinated by mutants have been discussed for dozens of times.

Years have passed, and in the end it’s just adding material to urban legends.

If nothing else happens, the Midtown Circle Financial Corporation Building incident will gradually evolve into a new urban legend over time; in the next few years or more, it will be mentioned by Manhattanites at gatherings from time to time, but it has not

A few people will really explore the truth.

On this morning, some "little things" happened that could easily be used as arguments by conspiracy theorists; for example, less than half an hour after the building collapsed, a team of police broke into the Hilton Hotel to look for James, the guest here.

M Zion.

Because they did not have a search warrant or any other legal procedures, they were harassed by the hotel security personnel, the lobby manager, and the general manager for several hours; and then they were stopped outside the presidential suite by James Zion's bodyguards until the sun was shining, and the team led the team.

None of the police detectives saw the billionaire who was said to be angry when he got out of bed.

They could only negotiate with the bodyguards and lawyers at the door, making the noise red in the face. Xiang Qian was sitting in the living room in his pajamas, listening with interest to the quarrel outside the door.

"Just because a few unrelated people are talking nonsense, are you going to summon Mr. Zion back to the police station?"

"Of course not. I mean, someone claimed that Mr. Zion showed up at the Midtown Circle Financial Corporation Building and then the building collapsed..."

"Do you think it was Mr. Zion who blew up the building? Do you know what you are doing? You are accusing the world's richest man of committing a terrorist attack. There are at least a hundred people in this hotel who can testify that Mr. Zion spent all night last night

They all stayed in the hotel and did not go out, so who claimed to you that he was present at the scene of the incident?"

"No, we are just conducting a routine investigation..."

"Routine investigation? You treat me like a three-year-old child. I don't know what a routine investigation is?" The lawyer's voice suddenly rose, "I'll tell you what a routine investigation is! You go find those who have anything to do with the Midtown Circle Financial Company.

Those who have business contacts, that’s called a routine investigation; if you go to companies that compete with them, that’s a routine investigation; if you go to find them

The construction company they built the building is also a routine investigation. If you look for anyone who appears at the scene and is photographed by their surveillance cameras, it is also a routine investigation. But only one person came to harass this person early in the morning.

"This is not a routine investigation of foreign tourists whose company has nothing to do with them. This is called making trouble over nothing, or an abuse of power."

"I am performing official duties and ask Mr. Zion to assist in the investigation." The detective tried to express a tough attitude.

The lawyer sneered: "Whose order are you carrying out official duties? What basis do you have for asking my client to assist in the investigation?"

Assisting in an investigation is not a free excuse. It requires law enforcement agencies to provide clear evidence to prove that the relevant person is indeed directly or indirectly related to the case before they can request to assist in the investigation - especially when the target is a billionaire.

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"..." The detective choked for a long time, "As a detective of the New York Midtown Police Department, my responsibility..."

"Your first duty is to execute the order of the superior officer. Can you tell me which officer gave you the order? I can call and ask, is it the chief of the NYPD headquarters and the Midtown Police Department? Can you

Don't tell me, you made the decision on your own."

The lawyer's voice outside the door became louder and louder, while the police detective's voice became lower and lower. Xiang Qian smiled nonchalantly and lost interest in the argument.

Through some "friends", he already knew the New York City Government and the White House's tone on this incident; within half an hour, as soon as the official announcement came out, the detective would have to leave in despair.

It was just normal construction blasting on a dangerous building. Where did the case come from? What is there to investigate?

He turned around and walked back to the bedroom.

The morning sun shines in the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the whole room brighter; the warm light shines on the elegant decoration and furniture, revealing a low-key luxury. In such an environment, the existence of certain things seems more abrupt;

For example, there are leather jackets, leather pants, black silk underwear, cloaks, shirts, etc. on the carpet.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door open, Erica on the bed immediately opened her eyes and stared at him intently. Her eyes moved with the man. When the man stood beside the bed and looked down at her condescendingly, she supported the bed with her hands.

, propped up his upper body.

The thin blanket on her body slipped down to her waist, and her upper body was exposed without any covering. Facing the man's gaze, she showed off her strong curves acquired through years of martial arts training.

He reached forward and lifted her chin, sliding his fingertips under her chin: "You said you wanted to relive Erica's memories and look for human feelings. Did you find it?"

"It's a bit similar, but every time it feels a little bit different, it's different from what I remember."

"No, is it that bad?" Xiangqian teased, the touch of his fingertips became warm, "Not even once in the bathtub, washstand, floor-to-ceiling windows, or on the carpet?"

Erica raised her chin and got rid of the fingertips that were pointing forward. There was a strong charm on her originally stern face: "No. Your performance last night was very good, but there is something missing... missing in the memory.

The kind of wild nature that can tear people apart and completely conquer the same kind."

"Then I'm so sorry, I let you down."

"Perhaps you'd like to try again?"

Her straight arms were bent down, no longer supporting the bed with her palms, but her elbows; her upper body was half-lying, her slender and powerful legs were curled up, her knees were closed and slightly swaying from time to time, sending an obvious invitation to the man.

Signal.

Charm is a talent that almost every woman can learn by herself without a teacher - it just depends on whether she is willing to use it seriously.

By the time Erica regained the ability to talk rationally, it was already night; the full room of morning sunlight was replaced by colorful lights inside and outside the room, and she broke free from the forward realm of her soul as if fleeing for her life.

The moment she woke up, she felt as if she had been saved from drowning. She was lying on her hands and knees, gasping for air. Even the body modified by "Black Sky" took more than ten minutes to calm down.

"Have you remembered?"

Erica's eyes were blurry: "Yes, I remembered it; as a human being, a human woman, that feeling..."

"Am I not the key to the problem? The feeling I gave you, and only I can make you relive this feeling; I am the most critical existence in this memory."

"Yes, it was you who reminded me of all this..." Erica turned around and looked forward, "In return, I can tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

"I have met the supporters who worked with Alexandra." Erica's tone was calm, but her words were shocking.

"Who is it? Why didn't you tell me before?"

"Before? Maybe it's because I haven't recalled it yet?" Erica gave a charming smile that was completely inconsistent with her expression and temperament. "And, I'm not sure if they were the backers behind the scenes, or they were just running errands?"

"them?"

"Yes, them. I have seen two people with blue skin and weird clothes. They are aliens at first glance." Erica said, "Alexandra only ordered to send out immortals after meeting them.

Ninjas invade your laboratory."

"Blue skin? Is that like this?" He called up the photo of "Superstar" stored in the electronic bracelet; the Cree woman in the photo had blurred facial features, but her limbs and neck were largely exposed.

Erica pointed to the projection screen and said: "Yes, it is this color. However, this one looks like a woman, and the two Alexandra saw should be men."

"The new 'Black Sky' is also provided by them?" Xiang Qian asked.

"I don't know about that; when I was arrested by the Hand, they had already obtained the Black Sky." Erica climbed up from the bed, dragged her sore limbs, and walked into the bathroom tremblingly.

He smiled forward and prepared to follow, but was pushed out by Erica: "NO, don't come; I want to take a good bath. If you come in, I won't even think about leaving tonight."

"You want to leave?"

"Hmm, it's getting dark, it's a good time to leave; you don't want people to see the new leader of the Hand leaving your room, do you?"

Leaning forward at the door of the bathroom, he watched the beauty taking a bath intently: "Where are you going after leaving? Five fingers are broken, and the hand will fall apart. Do you, the new leader, want to put it back together?"

"I haven't thought about it yet; maybe, I will go find Matt." Erica turned around under the showerhead, looking forward without hesitation, and the water flowed along different curves, "I can feel him

My love for the Erica I once had is another profound memory besides you."

"Oh? What's related to me is a physical memory, but what's related to him is a psychological one?"

"Is that so?" Erica was surprised and suddenly realized, "Maybe... it's really true. If both memories can be restored, can Erica's soul—my soul—be completely restored?

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"The question of the soul is very mysterious. I can't give you any guarantee. I can only say, I wish you good luck."

Erica smiled charmingly again: "Okay, maybe I will come back to you one day in the future? It depends on whether the physical memory prevails or the psychological memory takes effect."

"Aha, I can't promise anything else, but the bedroom will be open for you at any time..."