Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

On the ground floor of the central courtyard in the valley, there is a small secret room; a small shrine stands against the wall at the innermost side of the secret room, and a strange-shaped wooden statue that is not human, god, or ghost is enshrined in the niche.

Under the shrine, rows of bamboo candlesticks are arranged in order from high to low; more than 200 blood-red candles stand on the candlesticks, and the flickering candlelight illuminates the secret room brightly.

But if you observe carefully, you will find that at least one-third of the more than 200 blood candles have just been extinguished, and there is still a trace of smoke curling up on the wick.

Alexandra, Botu, and Suwanda gathered in the secret room, looking at the half-dimmed candlestick, all with gloomy faces.

"The guards in the soul room recorded the time when the candles were extinguished. It should be when Xin met with the president of Wude Group, or after the meeting." Botu said.

Alexandra asked: "Can you contact Xin?"

"No." Botu said, "But the candle of faith has not been extinguished; someone killed all his guards, but left him alive."

Alexandra said resolutely: "Prepare for the resurrection ceremony and recall the war dead as soon as possible; we must know what happened at that time."

"Do you want to send someone to Hong Kong Island to investigate?" Suowanda interjected and asked.

Alexandra vetoed without hesitation: "No, the final decisive battle is coming, and we can't spread our forces anymore. We can't continue to make the same mistakes."

She gave a new method: "There are partners in our smuggling channel in the local community on Hong Kong Island. Let them first entrust them to investigate what happened tonight. The most suspicious thing is the Wude Group, and we must focus on investigation."

Botu reminded: "There are too many dead in battle, and the resurrection ceremony will consume a lot; but the power of the 'beast' we have stored is running out."

"What are you worried about? At most one month later, the 'beast' will fully wake up; by then we will have infinite divine power enough to fight against Kunlun. Do you still need to be stingy with this little effort right now?"

"The most important thing now is to gather our strength to the maximum and prepare for the final act; to fight for our most important goal in more than 400 years."

Alexandra looked up at the statue in the shrine with burning eyes.

The workmanship of the wood carving is extremely rough, and even the basic image is blurred; but when you look closely, you will find the tyranny, ferocity and endless evil contained in those rough and careless lines.

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On Hong Kong Island, although it is late at night, people are still coming and going in the building of the Wude Group branch; these people are holding various repair tools to clean up the traces left by the battle.

The fired warheads should be recovered as much as possible, the pitted walls and ceilings should be repaired neatly, the scorched floors should be cleaned and waxed;

It will be open for business tomorrow.

From time to time, I heard someone muttering something like "It's so cool when you fire, but it's so annoying when you clean it up".

Naturally, the big boss Qianqian didn't need to do anything; he still stayed in the conference room, replaying tonight's battle through the recorded real-time images.

In front of him are those electromagnetic rifles that shined in battle.

Brother Zheng pushed open the door and walked in: "Nobun Yoshioka has been handed over to the Hong Kong branch of the Shenspear Bureau to take away."

He moved forward with a "hmm", and his attention was still focused on the battle screen.

Brother Zheng said again: "People from the Hong Kong branch of S.H.I.E.L.D. were also poking around outside, and I sent them away."

"I don't care about him, there's just an old nigger who's fed up and stopped doing business and stared at me." Qianqian didn't raise his head, "Brother Zheng, you've used these guns before, how do you feel?"

Brother Zheng's eyes fell on those electromagnetic rifles, with a smile on his face: "Good stuff! The trajectory is stable and accurate, and the recoil is hardly felt. Both forms are suitable for far and near. However, you are using this gun for field battles. Was it designed by the army?"

"Yeah. Did you see that?"

Brother Zheng smiled and said: "No wonder, the firepower is seriously excessive in indoor combat. The electromagnetic power only has two gears, high and low, not to mention the high gear, and it is definitely not used indoors. But even with the low gear power, the penetrating power of the bullet is still the same. There's a surplus."

"Thinner walls can be worn through in one shot, and it is easy to accidentally injure them in indoor combat." Brother Zheng said.

Nodding forward: "A light-fire model is specially designed for the city police force; my security team will also use this in the future."

Brother Zheng rolled his eyes, and a flattering smile suddenly appeared on his face: "Boss, do you have a pistol version of your electromagnetic gun?"

Xiangqian finally raised his head and looked at Brother Zheng curiously: "Are you... wanting to compete with Sir Yin again?"

"Of course, that brat Ayang, thanks to the recoil elimination device designed by Uncle Dong, every time I challenge him with a gun, I lose half a trick."

Qiangqian smiled: "Okay, when we design the light firepower model later, we just need to make a pistol model by hand, and the technology is common."

These electromagnetic guns are of course the new results of forward research on the Ten Commandments.The shooting principle of the electromagnetic gun is simple, and the most difficult part is the power supply; the current ring gang in the Ten Commandments overcomes this problem forward.

It has to be said that as a creation of advanced civilization, the application of the research results of the Ten Commandments has made breakthroughs in many technical research projects of the Five Elements Laboratory.

"Brother Zheng, stay here and don't allow anyone to come to this floor without my permission. I have something to do."

"Understood." Brother Zheng replied.Xiangqian didn't say it clearly, Brother Zheng only thought that he wanted to concentrate on reviewing research and improving the design of firearms.

For the sake of his pistol model electromagnetic gun, Brother Zheng must not be disturbed by others.

When the door of the meeting room is closed and locked, open a teleportation door with one hand, step across, and you will see thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Standing on both feet, he was already on a desolate snow peak in the western part of the Kunlun Mountains.

Qianqian gently closed his eyes, his divine sense extended in all directions, jumped out of the shackles of the three-dimensional world, and carefully felt the spatial changes of higher dimensions; the oncoming biting cold wind had no effect on him at all.

After a while, Xiangqian opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hands and pushed in front of him; as if this push opened a door, suddenly the light in front of him shone brightly.

Take a big step forward, straight into it, and the figure disappears in the wind and snow in an instant.The moment his figure disappeared, the light that came out of nowhere suddenly stopped, and the sky and the earth were darkened.

On the other side of the portal is a city on top of a mountain that stands on top of a snow-capped mountain and is shrouded in mist.

Standing at the gate of the city forward.

The space fluctuation caused by him pushing the door into the house alarmed the guards, and looking around, there were already many sturdy warriors waiting under the city gate.Looking at the distance, there are still many fast-moving figures in the city constantly coming.

Qianqian smiled and groaned: "I haven't been here for several years, it seems that you still have the same demeanor!"

The opposite party clearly recognized Xiangqian's identity: "Qianqian?"

"It's me, it's me." The old god Qianqian walked forward on the ground, "It's been a long time, everyone."

"What are you doing here?" A young man with the outline of a West Asian Semitic came out of the crowd, blocking the way forward.

Qianqian raised his head and looked at the other party: "It's Davos, long time no see. Don't worry, I'm just here today to inquire about some news, not to kill Shou Lao."