Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Xiang Xiang walked out of the crowd. Vector couldn't take his eyes away from his free and easy manner as he talked and laughed. For a wealthy and talented young man, he has seen too many admiring glances from women. Xiang Xiang was very worried.

He nodded to Vector naturally as a greeting, and then met the weather witch's scrutinizing gaze.

As if some special switch had been touched, as soon as he met the weather witch's gaze, his forward steps suddenly stopped, and his original free and easy demeanor was instantly replaced by a cramped expression.

"They seem to be preparing an attack plan, why don't you go over?" He pointed forward to a group of officers who were at work; even Vector could see with some hesitation that he really wanted to drive away the stern female special service captain.

The Weather Witch stared coldly forward and didn't speak for a long time. It wasn't until she started to feel more and more uncomfortable that she slowly spoke: "No need, their tactical thinking is the same as that of Lao Maozi. You can guess it without asking. You do it for them."

After finding all the possible escape routes for the terrorists, the next step is to block the exits, block the people in the cave, and wait for the ground-penetrating bombs from the rear to be transported up and blow up the cave. If one bomb is not enough, they will

I don’t mind frying ten or eight more.”

Qianqian's face suddenly darkened: "I thought the goal of the bureau was to catch live animals. If you want to catch mandarin, Temukin is the best bait."

"I also want to capture them alive, but this is Tajikistan. It is said to be a joint operation, but after all, it is on someone else's territory. We cannot have the final say."

"Can't you do something? You are the special service captain and our representative in joint operations." Xiang Qian took on a questioning tone, and the original embarrassment was replaced by a stern expression.

The Weather Witch was unmoved by Qian Qian's change of attitude: "I said, if I have the chance, I would also like to capture them alive, but I know better what I should do. It is precisely because I am the captain of the special service team that I have to do it for

I am responsible for the lives of my subordinates, and I will not let my people die blindly."

Under the gaze of the weather witch, the sharp words and harsh words coming forward disappeared just as quickly; within half a minute, he couldn't hold back his gaze with the special service captain, and awkwardly shifted his gaze.

Vector was standing next to the two of them, twisting awkwardly, as if there were spikes on the soles of her feet, and she couldn't stand firmly. Before she could think of an excuse to escape, she felt a sudden lightness in her hands, which she had been holding in her hands.

The folders containing all the briefings on joint operations had been snatched forward.

Looking forward, he found a corner and sat down, angrily reviewing the mission briefings one by one. Vector felt in a daze that he saw a child who had been wronged, hiding alone and sulking.

No, no, how is it possible? Who is Xiang Xiang? He is a recognized genius in the field of cutting-edge science and technology. He is touted by public opinion as a future business leader who is expected to become the world's richest man before the age of forty. He is also a bad-mouthed person known to everyone in the Divine Spear Bureau.

His temper, his hedgehog temperament, who could make him suffer?

"It must be an illusion!" Vector secretly felt funny at her own unreasonableness, and shook her head to expel the "absurd" thoughts from her mind. Then she saw her captain walking forward and squatting down beside her, saying softly

Said: "I will go to the front line of the blockade and go in for search and rescue immediately after the bombing is over. As long as Temukin is still alive, even if he only has one breath left, he will be captured."

"This... why does it look more and more like a parent comforting a child the more I watch it?" Vector's mind was already bursting with inspiration, and he added more than a dozen background scenes to the scene in front of him.

Qiang Qian didn't respond to the weather witch's comfort. He quickly flipped through the mission briefing, frowning; just when the weather witch was about to say something more, Qiang suddenly raised his head and shook a page of the briefing in his hand.

He asked hurriedly: "This Hashemov, do you have more detailed information about him?"

The weather witch was startled: "Hashimov, who is he?"

"The commander of the Kulia Armed Police Force, the police force under his command, has refused to execute orders from the joint command several times before. Is there any more detailed information about this person?"

Weather Witch was even more confused by the question. She was the Chinese representative of the joint force, and her contact was more with members of the headquarters. Although she was on the front line, she did not have much contact and communication with the local troops. After all, she did not even speak the language.

Looking forward with a solemn expression, the Weather Witch turned to look at Vector, who was responsible for processing the documents, with questioning eyes.

Vector shook his head hastily: "No, the Kulia Armed Police is a local armed force in Tajikistan. It can only be regarded as a paramilitary force with poor combat effectiveness. It belongs to the lowest level in the combat sequence of the joint command, except for the commander's name and

Basic data on the troops, no more information."

"What's wrong with this person?" The weather witch noticed something was wrong with Xiang Qian's expression and asked quickly.

He looked forward to a group of officers who were having a lively discussion not far away, and consciously lowered his voice: "Temukin has an assistant named Maxim, who is from Kulia; Maxim's mother is a remarried widow.

The surname Maxim was changed by his stepfather after his mother remarried, and his biological father's surname was Hashimov."

"Are you saying that the commander of the armed police is related to the terrorist cadres around Temukin? Is your information correct?"

He nodded his temple forward and sneered: "My memory is never wrong; don't you think this is a coincidence? The two people originally had the surname Hashimov and both were Kuria, but it happened that

It was this same Hashimov's troops that repeatedly held back the command center during operations. And there was an even more coincidental thing..." He reached forward and pointed at the topographic map of the cave on the projection screen, "Hashimov

It seems that your troops are only responsible for flank security and are not involved in the front-line blockade, but in fact, his defense area happens to face a hidden tunnel exit... The briefing says that militants have successfully attacked your blockade several times? "

The weather witch's face became serious: "Is there more conclusive evidence?"

"No!" Qiang Xiang shook his head simply, "No one can tell for sure unless the family tree of the person involved is thoroughly investigated; this kind of investigation is easy to draw a conclusion, but it also takes a lot of time."

"You can't take action without evidence, and you can't question the commander of a police force based on your guesses. And, to them, we are outsiders after all."

He raised his eyes forward and looked at the Weather Witch, with a half-smile on his face: "I have no intention of touching that Hashimov. In fact, I would rather hope that he really colludes with terrorists; in that case, at least Temukin will not

He was killed on the spot by a ground-penetrating bomb."

The weather witch immediately understood Xiang Xiang's intention. She was silent for a long time, and finally nodded in agreement with Xiang Xiang's opinion: "I will watch it personally. If that Hashimov really opened an opening for Temukin, they will be the same."

Don’t even think about escaping.”

"I'm afraid Temukin may not want to escape." He glanced forward at the briefing in his hand and made another suggestion gloomily, "When the operation starts, leave the saber behind to protect our logistics and civilian personnel. I have a hunch.

, Temukin will bring us an unexpected surprise."