Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

The journey from San Francisco to Los Angeles is more than 600 kilometers and takes five to six hours; this is not a distance that can be driven directly without stopping.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, it was another time when the sun began to set. They stopped at a gas station on the way. Just like ordinary people's journeys, people have three urgent needs: eating, drinking and diarrhea.

Xiang Xiang leisurely looked for snacks in the convenience store. Speaking of which, during the four years he went to college here, he actually had a few favorite snacks that he couldn't buy in China.

It’s not that Xiang Xiang’s financial resources can’t handle trivial things like airlifting snacks, but the security system doesn’t allow it; as his personal role in the field of scientific research becomes more and more critical, the higher the security level, the less he can reveal his preferences and interests at will.

Habits - especially what goes into your mouth.

There were no other customers in the convenience store. The girl who was looking at the store was scrolling through her mobile phone, suddenly staring forward with bright eyes, lowering her head from time to time to compare with the photos on her mobile phone.

Gossip from San Francisco is spreading wildly on the Internet.

"She recognized you." At some point, an old man in his sixties stood on the other side of the shelf, talking to Xiang Qian across the shelf.

He waved forward to stop the bodyguards from making any further movements, while looking at the old man across the shelves expressionlessly.

The old man wore a top hat, an old-fashioned suit and casual clothes, with a silver pocket watch chain hanging on his chest; he looked like an antique from the 1940s who had just stepped off the Broadway stage.

"I'm really not surprised to see your face with ravines." He continued to look for food.

The old man sneered: "I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still so disgusting. I heard that in your country's legend about hell, there is a tongue-pulling hell, which is specially prepared for people like you, right?"

"So, do you plan to introduce this kind of punishment?" Qiang Xiang happily discovered his goal, "In that case, it will be a cultural export to our country."

The old man waved his hand: "Forget it, this method is too direct and has no artistic beauty at all; I prefer my own method."

I walked forward to the cashier to pay, and a pile of snacks was spread all over the counter.

"Judging from the way you dress, I dare say your ways have long been outdated - both in terms of lifestyle and work."

"Yes, he looks like he stepped out of a black and white movie." The cashier girl jumped in.

He raised his eyebrows forward: "Be careful, this old man is very scary, and he is also very petty. I think you'd better apologize to him."

The cashier girl was stunned for a moment, until she asked the old man again: "You should be able to accept the skirt-lifting ceremony, right? It's like the skirt-lifting ceremony in the movie..." The cashier girl laughed "Puff"

After speaking out, I realized that the other party was still trying to bury the old man's past.

After paying the bill, I walked out of the store with my things in my arms, and the old man followed closely behind me. Strangely enough, I was tall and fast, and walked with long strides, but the old man walked slowly and swaying, so I could follow him.

superior.

The unusual sight alerted "Red Star"; he suddenly stood forward and behind him, separating himself from the old man who was never leaving.

"Go forward, do you know him?"

He poured a bunch of snacks into the car, then turned back slowly: "Oh, I forgot to introduce you to the Lord of Hell - at least one of them - Mephisto!"

Looking at "Red Star"'s surprised expression, he responded with a affirmative look.

"Yes, he is the one written in "Faust". Among the princes of hell, he is the one who likes to run to the world the most. In the future, you must remember that when you go to the United States, you must read the almanac before going out every day. This big

Damn the day job!"

Yes, the devil can be considered a kind of ghost... right?

"Red Star" was facing a formidable enemy, secretly making tactical gestures, and a group of bodyguards surrounded him, ready to draw their guns at any time.

"Don't be nervous, gentlemen. James and I are old friends. I just came to catch up with him." Mephisto stood among a group of bodyguards as if nothing had happened.

No one paid him any attention. The bodyguards all opened their holsters and could draw their guns at any time.

"Okay, put your guns away. Weapons are useless against him. Don't worry, as long as you don't sign a contract with him, he can't hurt anyone." Qianqian reassured the bodyguards, "I studied in college in the United States for four years.

This old guy comes to see me once a year, and I really know him quite well."

"Red Star" looked forward, and after receiving a positive signal again, he waved the bodyguards to retreat; while he himself was more than ten meters away, standing in a position where he could not hear normal speech and was within the range of a pistol.

He stood still, still staring at Mephisto.

However, Xiang Xiang knew that there was no need for "Red Star" to worry.

Kama Taj's dimensional barrier has an absolute suppressive effect on big devils like Mephisto, including its devil body and real power. None of it can penetrate the barrier. On the contrary, some little ghosts may be missed by the dimensional barrier.

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The old man in front of me is just a projection. He does not even have the slightest real power of the Great Devil. He can at most deceive ordinary people with a little blindness. Of course, as a projection, he will not be harmed by weapons on the physical level.

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For a big devil like Mephisto, the only loophole in the dimensional barrier is the contract.

Only after a contract is signed, can the soul of the contractor be used as a guide and bridge to draw a trace of the power of the body into the world. Moreover, the power drawn is extremely subtle, and in principle, it can only be used on the contractor himself or is closely related to the contract.

of people.

Before signing the contract, the only thing Mephisto could use was his mouth that could deceive people to death.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly. I'm very busy." Xiang Xiang said impatiently, "Don't tell me it's because of that deal."

"It's still for that deal." Mephisto looked forward with a half-smile, rolled his eyes forward, turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't you listen to my conditions?" Mephisto raised his voice, "I no longer ask for exclusive cooperation, I only ask for my geographical dimension to be linked to your soul. As far as I know, this is better than

Some sites have much more relaxed subscription contracts."

He stopped forward and turned back curiously: "That's interesting, why have you lowered the price again? Since we first met ten years ago, you have been giving in every time you offer a new price."

"When doing business, you always have to bargain to find a price acceptable to both parties." Mephisto shrugged.

"Can you accept this new price? You don't need to do anything, and my hell dimension will not have any impact on your soul universe; after all, every world must have a kingdom of the dead."

Qianqian didn't believe Mephisto's nonsense at all; the power of a universe's rules had put great pressure on his soul, and it took him twenty years to establish a basic balance; linking to another hell dimension would not result.

Any influence? You might as well go back to hell and lie to ghosts!

"Before I answer your question, I have a question to ask you first; this question has troubled me for a long time, but you have never given me an explanation." Looking forward, Mephisto asked, "How do you know about my soul universe?

The secret?"

"Is this a test of good faith before a deal?"

"Just take it as such!"

Mephisto showed a mysterious smile: "Although your soul universe is a little-known secret in the human world, in the hell dimension, it has long been widely circulated. Not only a few hell kings, but also most powerful lords

And everyone knows it.”

"In other words, this is not a secret among the high-level people in the hell dimension. It's just that some people are not interested and are too lazy to come to you; but I am more interested."

He frowned forward: "How did this secret spread?"

"I don't know, I really don't know!" Mephisto spread his hands helplessly, "It just spread like this, as if we should know."