Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

The pickup truck is fast, and it feels like racing on a track on a simple road.Both John and Marcus were distraught by the sudden emergency call.

The old man Qianqian was leaning on the back of the rear seat, and the violent bumps comparable to surfing in a storm seemed to be nothing to him.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Marcos on the passenger seat hit his head on the roof again, grinning his teeth in pain; anxious and angry, his original fear of moving forward dissipated a bit, and he was not angry He yelled loudly: "What are you doing here? You didn't see that we are very busy now and have no time to participate in your plan."

"That's why I'm here." Xiang Qiang said, "I'll help you solve your problems, and then you can help me solve mine."

Marcus asked angrily: "What can you help us? Use your little tricks to deal with the Sentinel Secret Service? They are best at dealing with people like you."

"You mean to deal with you mutants?" Qianqian opened his mouth and stabbed at the opponent's weakness.

Marcus's expression was stiff, and his tone was even stiffer: "Yeah, it's us, what's wrong? How much better can you be than us? What can you do? Go find those bastards with a small pistol, and then shoot them one by one ?”

"For me, the so-called Sentinel Secret Service is not a big trouble at all, it's just a matter of a phone call." Xiang Qiang said indifferently.

"Hehe...hehehe!" Marcus laughed a few times with a strange look, full of sarcasm; "Who are you calling? The president? Why don't you just call and call someone?" What about a private jet? What we need most right now is an airplane.”

"I do have a private jet; but first, it's too late for it to fly over; second, I don't want to be too noticeable now. If you want, when this thing is over, I can invite you to experience the private jet. The feel of an airplane."

"Heh!" Marcus sneered, and turned his head, not wanting to listen to the cloaked man's nonsense.

Marcus stopped talking, but John spoke; he seemed to be driving without distraction, but he didn't let down his vigilance to move forward.

"Why take money from gangsters when you can take out a Sentinel with a phone call, or call in a private jet? Why ask for my help?"

"Good question, it seems that you are not as brainless as the big boy next to you." Qiangqian praised insincerely, "The reason is very simple, what I need is an unknown amount of money; just like...you guys You don't want the Sentinel Secret Service to check your account, do you?"

"We don't have such a thing as a bank account." Marcos complained angrily.

"It's a good habit for someone who's on the run from the authorities; you look a lot like a drug dealer at this point." Qiang Qiang added, "Think about it, what do drug gangs like to do most? Hoarding cash! I can Sharing 5% of your income is 5% of the wealth accumulated by the drug cartel over the past decade! You don’t have to worry about money for the rest of your life, and you don’t have to worry about being targeted by the IRS.”

John pondered for a long time and didn't answer for a long time.

He was not in a hurry to move forward, and sat quietly in the back seat; he knew that although he needed the black money from the gangsters, relatively speaking, these two mutants needed help more urgently.

The gangster's money is for Shen Ran.The process of investigating the truth about Howard's death was long and difficult. The more we dug down, the more people were involved; and due to the characteristics of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agency, many of the investigators were not in the United States at all, but were transferred to various parts of the world. investigation difficulty.

As time goes by, more money will be spent, and the original budget is not enough.

Although Xiangqian is rich, the cash flow of the Wude Group was even richer than that of Stark Industries at one time; but most of the money is on the surface, and it is closely watched by governments, tax agencies and even intelligence agencies. It is convenient to transfer to a project that is not very legal.

There are several channels for black money in Madripo Port, and Shen Ran and Qiangqian usually use these resources in the gray area; but the problem is that this place has long been famous, and the whole world knows that it is a paradise for criminals.It is hard to say whether these black money channels have been discovered by some law enforcement agencies, and they are just waiting to put a long line to catch big fish.

It's okay to deal with general intelligence agencies, but when facing S.H.I.E.L.D., both Qiangqian and Shen Ran hope to keep a low profile as much as possible, but they must cut off any signs of attracting attention in advance.

With several factors superimposed, there are not many methods available to Qiangqian and Shen Ran.

However, grabbing money from drug gangsters was only a temporary idea when Xiangqian decided to let Marcos go;Anyway, there is nothing serious at the moment, and being idle is idle.

But for the mutants like John and Marcus, dealing with the threat of the Sentinel Secret Service is an unavoidable top priority.

Therefore, John's final answer was completely expected by Qiangqian: "I can join; you help us solve the sentry, and I will help you find the gang's warehouse and vault."

Marcus felt unreasonable: "Do you really believe his nonsense?"

"Let him try, what can we lose? Anyway, he has nothing else to do while sitting there, just like he said, just make a phone call, right?" John's last question was asked forward.

Marcus was speechless, and could only direct his dissatisfaction forward: "You want to make a call? Do you want me to lend you a phone?"

"No need." Pulling up the sleeves forward to reveal the electronic wristband on the wrist, "This call can only be made with my number, and they generally won't answer unfamiliar calls."

Seeing the sudden appearance of high-tech products, the two people in the front row were a little startled; John thoughtfully said to Marcus: "Now I kind of believe that he really has a private jet."

"In Apple's specialty store, this kind of thing is open for sale." Marcos responded grumblingly.

Xiangqian didn't care about Marcos' dissatisfaction at all. After the call was connected, he only said hello and stopped the pickup truck.

"Hello, Professor Xavier!"

John's feet slammed as if someone had knocked on his reflex nerves, and he slammed on the brakes, and the wheels made a long scorched mark on the dirt road.

Marcus slammed his head against the windshield with a "wow", half of his face was squeezed out of shape.

Under the astonished eyes of the two mutants, Qianqian slowly talked about the Sentinel Secret Service, and then asked, "Do you know this agency?"

"Yes, I have often heard news about this agency recently." A calm and somewhat old voice came from the communicator, "This is a newly established department after the Alcatraz incident, which is dedicated to targeting illegal mutants; but there is news that , their goal is more than that, and their style of action is a bit tougher than necessary."

Xiangqian sneered and said, "Excessively necessary? This wording is really euphemistic. In the mutant shelter that they attacked just now, there were many women and children. The youngest seemed to be seven or eight years old. They were also illegal mutants. Is it illegal because they are mutants?"

"If that's true, it's a serious problem."

"It's really serious, especially if Magneto knows the news." Qiangqian smiled unabated. I still remember this approach."

"Ah..." Professor Xavier sighed; he knew what Qianqian said. The Sentinel Secret Service's treatment of mutants is no different from the way NAZI treated Jews in the past.

Magneto just so happens to have been in a concentration camp and lost his mother there.

"Give me the address and we'll be right there."

After making up his mind, Professor Xavier emphasized: "We will try to rescue those innocent people, but we will not favor mutants who have committed crimes."

"Hehe, professor, you care about whether the mutants are criminals, but the Sentinel Secret Service doesn't care if they are innocent." Qianqian sneered and sarcastically said, "Okay, then wait for the X-Men to visit."

After hanging up the phone, what I saw before moving forward were two dumbfounded faces.

"what happened?"

"You... you called the X-Men just now?"

"That's right, didn't I say that it's just a phone call away from Sentinel." Xiang Qiang said naturally, "No matter how powerful the Secret Service is, it's no match for the X-Men."

As far as the combat power of the X-Men is concerned, forward can be guaranteed; as long as there is a beautiful woman in the academy, let alone the Sentinel Secret Service, the entire federal government, including the navy, land and air forces, can wipe out for you.

The two mutants looked at each other.

Is this all about the same thing?Are we doubting the combat effectiveness of the X-Men?

Isn't the weirdest thing about the whole thing that you actually have an X-Men phone?

"I said... you're not going to drive? Aren't you in a hurry to meet up with your escaped companion?"