Marvel's Chinese Superhero System

"Ha" Qin Shou looked confused: "Then you just talked so much about it, I thought you didn't find any clues."

"Take a look before you talk."

Qin Shou picked up the information on the table and looked through it with doubts. As he looked at it, his brows gradually wrinkled, and he probably understood why Gao Han was so frowning.

Usually, as long as he wanted to investigate some organization, he would be able to figure it out in a few days.

But in this information, there are very few clues about the human trafficking group. There is almost no information about his mode of operation, sphere of influence, and main leaders.

Strictly speaking, this is just a personal information, most of which are concentrated on a Korean lawyer named Saifu.

"So" Qin Shou put the information back on the table.

"This lawyer used to work for that criminal group, and now someone is going to silence him, so we have to get him out, give him a special massage, knock what we want out of him, and then Kill him." Gao Han smacked his lips and continued: "Tsk, sometimes the old method may be more effective, and computers are not omnipotent."

"Two hours ago, he sent an application for the employment of a bodyguard to the agency, hoping to send him from his home to the airport at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"So you want me to cut the way." Qin Shou looked at Gao Han and said.

"Um, actually I want you to be a bodyguard." Gao Han paused and continued: "Your identity documents are on the way and will be delivered before five o'clock tonight. Your name is Mario Blaise. Identity: Level A security personnel certified by the European Union.

I wanted to be ready and look for you, but since you came early, please wait with me.

In addition, this time I am going to work in another country, so if it is not necessary, don’t show your superpowers, even if you use them, don’t reveal your identity as a crow, especially don’t wear your battle uniform, it’s too conspicuous, understand. "

Gao Han's barrage of attacks made Qin Shou unable to relax for a while. I just came to ask about the progress, but for no reason he was sent to Europe. ▔, ▔ㄏ

"Can I complain about the name Mario?"

"Yes, but it cannot be changed."

Gao Han smiled meanly, Qin Shou beat him to death and didn't believe that this name was taken at random, it was definitely revenge.

"It's almost lunch time, why don't you stay and cook a meal?" Gao Han asked after looking at the time.

"I still have to deliver food to Fran, and I also have to think about how to explain to her that I have to go on a business trip again, ugh."

"Don't worry, if there are no accidents, it shouldn't take long this time."

"I hope so."

London, St George's Street.

A silver Ford two-box car was parked on the street. In order to cover up his too young face and look more stable, Qin Shou specially put some short beard on his face.

This is a special disguise prop for agents. The naked eye of ordinary people can hardly tell whether it is real or fake. It is light and breathable when applied to the face. It does not affect normal life at all. It also makes Qin Shou look more handsome as a mature man.

At this time, he was sitting in the driver's seat, his face was dull, his brows were frivolous from time to time, and a sound of water flowing from his crotch came.

After a few dozen seconds, he was seen shaking all over, with a relaxed expression on his face.

After twisting the cap and throwing the bottle filled with yellow liquid into the back seat, Qin Shou unzipped his pants and got out of the car.

It was still hot in London in March, so Qin Shou only wore a thin casual suit.

"That lawyer should not be dead yet." Qin Shou looked at his watch, obviously he was already late.

"It's still alive. There are a few mercenaries around. You should deal with them first. The location is on your mobile phone. Try not to kill anyone. Just knock them unconscious." Gao Han's voice came from the built-in earphones.

Qin Shou nodded. After all, he was just a security guard. Killing people at will would inevitably lead to trouble. Then he walked into the building on one side, thinking that he should get rid of the sniper on the building first.

"It's really troublesome not being able to fly directly." After complaining a few words, Qin Shou ran directly from the stairs.

On the edge of the roof, a white man in casual clothes was holding a sniper rifle, and there was no deputy shooter by his side.

Qin Shou stepped forward and snatched the gun away, then hit him in the face with the butt of the gun, causing the white man to faint.

Then he took out a nylon cable tie, tied it to the railing on the side, and continued to the next target.

Ten minutes later, Qin Shou arrived at Lawyer Saeford's home. At this time, he was crawling under the table, tearing up wads of waste paper, muttering something incessantly, and there were paper balls everywhere on the smooth tile floor. .

Two bottles of prescription pills were dumped on the table, scattered like yellow jelly beans.

Qin Shou stood behind him and said, "Is it a bit boring to tear up paper, Mr. Seifert?"

"Olesheite" Saifut got up from under the table and watched Qin Shou take a handful of yellow pills and put them directly into his mouth.

Seeing this, Qin Shou couldn't help raising his brows. He was startled by the amount of drugs, and thought to himself, don't kill yourself.

"Mr. Saeford, can we go?"

"Can you go? I'm going crazy waiting. Why did it take you so long to come? It's already half past nine." He pointed hard at his watch, immediately got up and walked quickly towards the door.

"Mr. Saeford" Qin Shouqian grabbed him: "It's better to let me open the door first. You follow me, okay?"

"Okay." Walking in the corridor, Saifu kept talking excitedly: "You still don't know who I am dealing with, these people are simply beasts. Maybe they have been here a long time ago and are waiting for me to go out now. Woolen cloth"

Seiferd was very frightened, his eyes wandered around, and he looked back from time to time.

Qin Shou looked calm and helpless, and said as he walked: "I can understand your concerns, but I will ensure your safety along the way, so please leave quickly."

"Mr. Saeford, Mr. Saeford, please go this way, the elevator is over here." Qin Shou raised his fingers at him and couldn't help complaining: "Oh, I really don't know whether you took too many drugs or... Too much."

The elevator goes directly to the underground parking lot.

"That's my car," Ford said, pointing to the blue Rolls-Royce Phantom parked nearby.

"You'd better remember that we'd better not drive such a conspicuous car when escaping. My car is right outside. Just follow me."

The two of them walked to the street without any incident. Qin Shou took out his mobile phone and called the security company's aftermath personnel according to the number Gao Han gave him.

After all, the bodies of those mercenaries can't just be left there, and these must be left to a professional aftermath team.

"It went smoothly just now. In fact, nothing happened. Should we talk about your commission?"

When Lai Ford was mid-sentence, he was interrupted by his hand. Qin Shou held up his cell phone and said: "Hello, I am Mario Blaise, a professional security personnel, fully authorized and guaranteed within the European Union."

"I know it's you. It's written on the caller ID. Stop talking nonsense. Have you received the customer?"

The man's tone was very bad. Qin Shou secretly cursed Gao Han a few times. What kind of person did he find for himself?

Then he walked and said: "Of course, I picked up the client from St. George Street. In addition, the stairwell on the seventh floor on the north side needs to be cleaned. There is a Frenchman there, hired by the Tare Mercenary Group. There are also some things in the stairwell on the south side. There are two, there's a sniper on the roof who needs a trip to the dentist, and two gentlemen in the trash in the back alley who might need counseling.

There is one in the office on the east side of the sixth floor and one in the No. elevator. By the way, there is a kilogram of plastic explosives tied to the bottom of the Rolls-Royce in the fifth parking lot of the parking lot. You'd better contact the bomb disposal team. "

To be continued