Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Qianqian was ready to return to China. After spending a beautiful (fang) party night at Stark Villa, and making a plan to start strategic cooperation negotiations in two weeks, Qianqian boarded the boarding house waiting for him.

The long-running Bombardier Global Express.

Naturally, the coming and going of such a famous person will not be silent, and many media have published the news of Qian Qian's departure.

More serious media would probably report this:

"The famous billionaire, inventor, president of the Wude Group, chief engineer of the Five Elements Laboratory, honorary vice president of the Business Cooperation Committee of the U.S.-China Friendship Association, and director of the Cultural Tourism Cooperation Committee, James Zion, ended his six-day and seven-night stay in the United States.

The itinerary will include taking his private jet to leave the United States and return to China this morning."

This kind of report will probably be placed in a less eye-catching position. After all, there are too many current affairs news happening around the world every day; unless there are special circumstances, a billionaire’s schedule will not be on the front page, but the more important positions will be taken.

Not on.

But in major gossip newspapers and periodicals, Qiang Qian's treatment is absolutely different; even if he is not on the front page, he must be in a very eye-catching position.

A more typical one is the portal website of "The Sun", with the extremely eye-catching headlines of the day:

"Playboy has finished his beauty-hunting trip to the United States. Can beautiful women and alcohol heal the trauma of investment failure? Which one does he prefer between a wealthy family and a young model?"

Xiang Xiang happily read his own gossip reports. In his idle time, he really thought about the questions raised by the news.

Are they the pair of wild carnivorous sisters, or the young model actress who is extremely "promoting"?

"I think you should pay more attention to some social news." A greasy hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

This is Bombardier's bar cabin, the forward private space. Who's talking?

Almost as soon as the sound fell, someone outside the cabin suddenly pushed the door open, and a Type 06 was pointed at the location where the sound came from.

A bowler hat, an old suit, and a silver chain pocket watch. The Lord of Hell, Mephisto, quietly appeared at some point and was leaning on the sofa comfortably.

He moved forward and shook his head towards the "Red Star" at the cabin door, signaling the other party to retreat. When the cabin door closed, he looked at Mephisto carefully and found that the other party was slightly different from the last time he met.

There was a vague fire burning in those old, seemingly cloudy eyes.

"You have gained the true power of your body." He stepped forward a little more vigilantly, "It seems that your work efficiency is very high. In just two or three days, you have gained a new contract."

Mephisto rubbed his eyes as if frustrated: "Oops, it's so easy to be discovered; it's too difficult to control power with projections, and I can't always restrain myself. In fact, compared with the Middle Ages, you have to sign a contract now.

It’s much more difficult, and many people always think of me as crazy.”

"Hmph, the era of scientific prosperity is not without its merits." Xiang Xiang did not rush to ask the old devil's purpose. This was his experience, or habit, in dealing with the other party for many years.

Mephisto sneered: "This has nothing to do with science or people's wisdom; the vast majority of people reject the contract not out of wisdom, but out of distrust. They just don't believe that I can do what I say.

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"Once I prove that I can give them everything they want, they will sell everything without hesitation - not just their souls. After all, for mortals, it is more pragmatic to believe in the devil than to believe in God." Mo.

Fisto boasted in his greasy voice.

"I wonder what other miserable souls have fallen into the abyss?" Xiang Qiang asked casually.

Mephisto smiled conspiratorially: "Gossip about scandals is a waste of time. Why don't you read the social news?"

"It seems that you have done something extraordinary. Do you want to get praise from me?" Qiang Qian asked while opening the news search.

Soon, a piece of news related to him came into view.

"Worthington Company Chairman Warren Worthington II committed suicide - suspected of committing suicide due to the Alcatraz riots that brought the company to the brink of bankruptcy!"

"The one who signed the contract with you was Worthington II?"

Mephisto made a conscientious gesture: "I'm relieving your troubles, you're welcome!"

He squinted forward and stared at the computer screen, ignoring the old devil.

Mephisto was right, he had indeed relieved Forward of his troubles. The complete destruction of Worthington Company was the stated goal of Forward, but it was very difficult to achieve this through legal and economic means.

An old giant company is like a centipede. If Worthington II chooses to resist stubbornly, it will definitely cost Forward a lot of time and money. Now that the person is dead, it has indeed saved Forward a lot of effort.

"What did you promise Worthington II?" asked Qianqian vigilantly. The real power brought by the contract will be used first for the people and things related to the contract - this is a binding force rooted in the soul.

Mephisto tapped his temple lightly with his fingers, pretending to think: "First of all, he wants me to protect his son."

"Asking a devil to protect an 'angel'?" Qiang Xiang didn't know what to make of it; he poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and paid tribute to this crazy world and the crazy Worthington II.

"Those who are in despair cannot demand their sanity." Mephisto shook his head, as if reciting Shakespeare's lines; "He also hoped that I would realize his original dream, so that the mutant genetic medicine could one day realize its value again.

, and use this to rectify his name.”

"Ho--" Qianqian laughed dumbly, laughing at Worthington II from the bottom of his heart.

Mutant genetic medicine will inevitably reappear in the human world and play a role; in order to solve the social conflicts caused by mutants, and even resolve the conflicts that may arise within mutants, genetic medicine is indispensable.

The purpose of taking Jimmy away from Xiang Xiang was to control the potion. One day, Xiang Xiang and his Wude Group, including the Divine Spear Bureau behind them, would definitely promote the production of the potion again.

In other words, even if Mephisto does nothing, he can wait quietly for a few years to complete the contract with Worthington II.

That old white man sold his soul for nothing.

"It seems that you already know a lot of things?" For the first time, Xiang Xiang felt that the old devil was a little annoyed. He secretly took Jimmy away and planned the production of mutant genetic medicine in the future, and many other things seemed to have been known to the old devil.

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Mephisto smiled complacently: "I have existed in this world for tens of millions of years, and hell is a place where dark, vicious, despicable, and shameless souls gather. Who in this world has seen more conspiracies and conspiracies than me?

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"Of course, the most important thing is that I know that you - James Zion - were involved in this matter."

Xiang Qian was confused: "What's wrong with me?"

"What's wrong with you?" Mephisto sneered, "Please, James, why do you need to act in front of me? In my hell, I have received businessmen who failed in competition and went bankrupt and committed suicide, and I have received venture capitalists who were squeezed out and framed and died.

, I also received FBI agents who wanted to investigate your company but were inexplicably silenced."

"They declared in unison that James Zion was the culprit who caused their deaths." Mephisto said with a sneer on his lips, "Both you and I know that you are not a good person, James."