Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

It wasn't until Magneto and his followers disappeared from sight that he moved forward and put away the gun in his hand.

Facing a veteran terrorist, or a veteran terrorist who has a personal grudge against himself, moving forward is not as easy as it seemed just now.

After injuring Pyro John with one shot, the P226 in his hand has been pointed firmly at Magneto. Don't look ahead and tease the other person unscrupulously. In fact, his spirit has been in a state of tension. Even if there was someone in the laboratory just now,

If a screw moved randomly, he would fire without hesitation.

After Magneto left, Mystique also left immediately. On the pretext that there were too many American soldiers outside the island, he made a small calculation and asked Raven if she wanted to stay with him, but she was rejected mercilessly.

"The Hilton Hotel has almost turned into a carnival for global intelligence agencies. There are more agents watching you than soldiers on the other side." Mystique complained angrily, then changed her appearance and left the laboratory.

I was boringly counting the copy progress bar advancing one by one, while using the projection function of my electronic wrist to monitor the images captured by the drone.

More and more rubber boats appeared on the sea, heading towards Alcatraz Island from all directions. Mutants were no longer visible on the bridge, replaced by armed personnel advancing in a skirmish line.

If you push the camera closer, you can still distinguish the logos of different agencies on these armed personnel. Army, Air Force, Marine Corps, FBI, SWAT, etc. To allow the armed forces of so many agencies to act in a unified manner, only

It could be coordination from the highest authority.

Xiang Xiang knows that the riots caused by Magneto and radical mutants have touched the sensitive nerves of the American government. Although this riot only involves the internal affairs of the United States, its subsequent impact is no less serious than that of the century.

The Statue of Liberty incident.

When the American soldiers in the picture landed on Alcatraz one after another, the sounds coming from outside the door became noisier. There were holes in the corridor on the third floor made by red tanks, which allowed the sounds from downstairs to come in continuously.

.

At first, the mutants were still making sounds of destruction all over the building. After a while, someone shouted, "Army people, we are surrounded"; then there were more and more panicked and cursed sounds.

Immediately afterwards, the gunfire became denser and closer, interspersed with the screams of mutants, cries of surrender and begging for mercy, as well as the sounds of various tactical commands from the army.

He turned a deaf ear to everyone who went forward. He neatly unplugged the copied USB disk, listened to the dense footsteps outside the corridor, stepped back and walked through the portal back to the hotel room. The soldiers who rushed into the laboratory did not even notice when the portal was closed.

No sparks were seen.

As soon as I returned to the room, I heard a fierce quarrel coming from outside the door. Even the excellent sound insulation of the presidential suite could not isolate it.

Moving forward, he methodically disposed of his equipment, put on ordinary home clothes, and when the quarrel outside the door reached its peak, he opened the door suddenly.

"Mr. Manager, what happened? Is this the comfort and VIP treatment your hotel provides to its customers?" He didn't even look at the pile of black suits that smelled like secret agents from head to toe, and pointed the gunfire at them.

The lobby manager followed the agents up.

At this time, the lobby manager no longer had the calmness he had when welcoming Qian Qian to check in. He knew that if the matter at hand was not handled well, not only would the hotel's reputation plummet, but he himself would most likely lose his job, and there would be one more regret on his resume.

Erased stains.

In the absence of a court search warrant and an emergency situation, if law enforcement agencies are allowed to harass the VIP guests and customers of the hotel, will your hotel still be able to do business in the future?

The lobby manager ignored the cold sweat on his forehead and quickly explained to himself: "Excuse me, Mr. Zion, a riot broke out over the bay against Worthington Company; these FBIs were ordered to protect you. After all,

You are an important partner of Worthington Company, and they are worried that you will also be a target of mob attacks."

Xiang Xiang glanced meaningfully at the agents crowded in front of the door. Although these people were wearing FBI skin, Xiang Xiang could easily smell the smell of SHIELD.

The FBI absolutely obeys the orders of the U.S. government. The news about Alcatraz is still unclear. When the Worthington Company has not yet been determined to be finished, and the cooperation agreement reached between itself and the White House has not yet completely expired, the FBI would go crazy and run away.

To provoke yourself?

"My security team is professional enough and they can completely guarantee my safety."

Seeing that he wanted to close the door after just saying a word, the leading "FBI" agent became anxious; "Mr. Zion, I don't think you understand the current situation. Your personal safety is facing a huge threat..."

"I think the biggest threat to me is you." Qiang Xiang interrupted the other party impatiently, "Listen, I'm trying to be as patient as possible while talking to you, but I don't want to waste time on you at all. Unless

You have a search warrant, or get out of here!"

The agent said seriously: "The California government has just issued martial law, and San Francisco has entered a state of emergency."

"The temporary action authority granted to you by the state of emergency is only for public areas. Is this a public area?" Xiang Xiang asked the lobby manager with a sneer, "Or is Mr. Manager planning to kick me out of here?"

"No! no! no!" The manager was almost scared to death; it was already the biggest concession for him to allow the FBI agents to go upstairs and meet forward. It can be regarded as a good example of cooperation with government departments. But he had to be willing to give up.

Spend your career offending hotel guests and taking the blame for government departments?

If he had this consciousness, he would not be a working-class, middle-class elite.

"Mr. Zion is our distinguished guest..." the lobby manager held back for a long time, "I am extremely sorry for our hotel's negligence. I will ask them to leave immediately!"

After the lobby manager finished speaking, he immediately picked up the internal walkie-talkie and called the hotel security.

The leading "FBI" agent was anxious: "Mr. Zion..."

He moved forward with a "hissing" gesture, not hiding his bored or even disgusted expression at all.

"I want to remind you that my bodyguards come from my security company registered in the United States. They all have gun licenses and are the most professional and professional team in the industry. If you continue to entangle me, I cannot guarantee that they will

No more drastic measures will be taken."

"I spend tens of millions of dollars on a group of big lawyers every year; so, if you have no legal reason, then even if my bodyguards kill one or two of you, I can keep them safe; on the contrary, even if they

If you scratch your skin even a little, I can destroy your job."

"Are you threatening me?" the agent became angry.

He said "haha" forward, with a smile on his face, and said sullenly: "Yes, you guessed it right, I am threatening you - in the name of the law. If I can openly carry a gun, I

The first reason why I like America is the second reason why I like America."

"Free America, I love free America; especially it can make rich people like me freer."

He waved his hand forward and closed the door, leaving only a mocking smile on the agents' faces.