Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

"Do you still want these?" Pointing forward to the travel bag full of cocaine.

The eyeballs of Marcus rolled "gululu", and it could be seen that he was very reluctant, so he had a difficult choice between his own life and a large sum of money.

"I... I don't want it anymore."

"Really?" Xiangqian got an affirmative answer from the other party, "Then give them to me, I just want to exchange them for some money."

"What?" Marcus' eyeballs were bald.

"Why, do you have an opinion, or do you want to go back?"

Marcus looked at the muzzle of the gun shaking in front of his eyes, and shook his head tactfully: "I'm just... a little surprised. You don't seem to like drug dealers very much."

"I really don't like drug dealers, but it doesn't contradict me to ask drug dealers for some money, right?" Xiang Xiang said, "They must be very anxious after losing so many goods. Can you help me contact them? "

Marcus was shocked: "Are you going to sell the goods back to them?"

"Isn't it possible?" Xiangqian asked back, "They should have made a lot of money, so it's right to give me a little bit to help Huahua, right? By the way, what's the name of your gang, and how long have you been in this business? The most important thing Yeah, how much money did they make from it?"

"I don't know, but...it should be a lot."

"That's good. If it's too little, it's not worth wasting time." Xiang Qiang said, "Okay, put your bag on your back, it's probably time for your contact person to arrive, please introduce me."

"Why should I carry it?"

"Maybe it's because I have a gun in my hand and you can't escape?"

"..." Marcus felt that this reason was very convincing.

The two walked towards the road one after the other; in the distance, a pickup truck that was [-] to [-] percent new was driving towards them with a cloud of dust.

"Is that the person who came to meet you?" Qianqian asked.

Marcos hesitated: "I don't know either. I said it was my first time doing this. Only Benito knows the route, and only he knows the connector. We'd better be careful."

"Are you trying to say that I don't look like Benito, so I will alert them?"

"I mean, I don't know what you look like at all." Marcus looked at the shadow under the hood and complained expressionlessly.

"It doesn't matter, my reaction must be faster than their suspicions, and the speed at which I shoot is also the same." Xiangqian dismissed Marcos' concerns.

"I'm not worried about you, I'm worried about myself." Marcus hugged the travel bag guiltily, "My reaction speed is not so fast."

What happened today made Marcos very convinced that it was indeed too risky to go the wrong way, and if he could go back alive, he would never eat this bowl of rice anyway.

"Don't worry, buddy." Xiang Qiang assured, "As long as the other party shows any abnormality, or you notice any abnormality, I will shoot immediately. Trust me, your life is very safe."

"I hope so," said Marcus grimly; he had no choice but to trust the mysterious cloaked man now.But when he saw the face of the approaching pickup truck driver, his eyes widened wider than ever.

"Why are you?" Marcos yelled at the pickup truck from a distance of more than ten meters.

"Is there something wrong?" Qiangqian was surprised by Marcos' overreaction, and was about to raise the gun in his hand.

"No, no, nothing wrong." Marcos noticed the forward move, and his voice rose an octave in an instant, "Don't shoot, don't shoot, that's my friend!"

"You said that it was the first time you did this job, but you already made friends in the drug cartel?"

"NO! NO! NO! He's...he's not...he's just..." Marcus said incoherently, "he's not a drug dealer, he's just my friend; he's also...a mutant too."

"What's wrong with the mutant? You're also a mutant, haven't you become a drug dealer too?" Qianqian teased, but put his hand down.

It wasn't that he believed Marcus's words easily, but because he, too, recognized the pilot's face; his memory contained information on this person.

The pickup truck stopped in front of Marcos, and a muscular middle-aged Indian man got out of the driver's seat.

"John, why are you here?" Marcos rushed over and asked.

The Indian named John said with a straight face: "I'm here to find you idiot. Lorna said that you have been dealing with a group of drug dealers recently, and she is very worried."

Having said that, John also noticed the travel bag on Marcus's body. He pointed to the bag and asked, "So you really started this business?"

Marcos was guilty at first, and then quickly became righteous; "Then what do you want me to do? We have at least twenty people to take care of; I have to find a way to settle down and Lorna's future life. I need money, everyone need money."

"So you hang out with these people?" John tilted his head to the back of the fight.

Marcus didn't know why, so he walked up to the back bucket and saw two young men in their 30s and [-]s with tattoos all over their necks and arms tied up like rice dumplings and thrown inside.

Qiangqian also appeared beside the truck at some point, and said abruptly, "You saved me a lot of effort, John."

"Who are you?" John put one hand on the belt around his waist, holding the handle of the short knife calmly.

"Passing by." Qianqian seemed unaware of John's hostility, reached into the trunk of the truck, grabbed one of the young men by the collar, picked him up, and threw him on the side of the road; then the second .A human body weighing at least 100 pounds is no heavier than a puppet in his hands.

The two flower tattoos fell to pieces, but unfortunately the mouth was also tied with a cloth strip, and only a dull "woo woo" sound could be heard.

"The following picture may be a bit bloody. If you don't like it, you can turn your head and ignore it." Xiang Qiang kindly reminded him, turning around and raising his hand is a shot.

The shot precisely shattered the knee of one of the flower tattoos.

The gunshots startled Marcos and John, but what shocked them even more was Qiangqian's indifferent and cold attitude.

"I want to find your leader and talk to him about some business. Can you give me any useful information? For example, his home address or something?" He squatted forward in front of the person who was shot, and pressed the gun against the On the opponent's other good knee.

The man who was shot was half from pain and half from anger, his face was flushed, the veins on his neck and temples were throbbing, and he glared at Qianqian.

The moment he pulled the cloth strip from the opponent's mouth forward, the voice of abuse came to his face: "Fake squid, you bastard..."

"Crack!" The crisp gunshots overwhelmed all the curses, leaving only painful wailing in the other party's mouth.Before the new swearing sound appeared, Qiangqian swiftly pushed back the cloth strip.

Then, he turned to look at another flower tattoo beside him.

This man looked much weaker than his accomplice, cowering when faced forward, never daring to look directly at the forward face—although only a shadow and the corner of his chin could be seen.

"Your partner is a tough guy; it's really a pity that such a tough guy can't stand and walk from now on." Xiang Qiang exclaimed, "What about you, would you like to talk to me calmly? Or, would you rather learn from him?"

Seeing the muzzle of the gun pressed against his knees, the young man was terrified and hurriedly shook his head like a rattle; if he hadn't been bound hands and feet, he probably wished he could have knelt forward and kowtowed a few times.

"Very good. Would you like to tell me, who is your boss and where does he live?" Qianqian pulled the cloth strip from the other party's mouth, and at the same time reminded the other party very intimately, "Don't worry, as long as you open your mouth, then There is no need for your companion to live; he will have no chance of telling."

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About 10 minutes later, Xiangqian stood up in satisfaction and sent a text message to Lao Shen with the mobile phone found on the drug dealer.

It has to be said that these two flower tattoos are indeed very conscious of drug dealers, and they use disposable mobile phones, which are quite safe.

John and Marcus, who watched the torture process, were terrified; John asked hostilely, "Who are you? What do you want?"

"Didn't I tell you, I'm just passing by." Xiangqian didn't even look up, and continued to send text messages, "As for what I want to do... I'm just like your companion, I'm short of money, so I want to find those Drug dealers negotiate a deal, earn some money and spend it. How about it, want to join?"

"What business?" Marcus asked subconsciously, and John gave him a dissatisfied look.

"I want those drug dealers, especially their bosses, to pay a sum of money to buy his own life back." Xiang Xiang said, "As for how much they can earn, it depends on how much the bosses think their lives are worth." gone."

"You're going to rob a drug dealer? No, what you're going to rob is a drug cartel, and they have at least a hundred gunmen." Marcus gasped, "Listen, buddy, I definitely don't want to get in trouble, especially Get into trouble with these drug dealers..."

"But you've already caused trouble." Xiangqian finished sending the text message at this time, and crushed the phone into a pile of pieces; the eyelids of the two people on the other side twitched.

"Look, it's your first time in this business, but the goods were lost, people died, and you were the only one left to go back. Do you think this is really okay?" Xiangqian smiled, "Or, do you think Just send the cargo back, and put this pickup truck and these two junks back, and you can get out of this thing?"

Marcus was speechless, and planned to ask John for help, but in return he gave him a cold stare: "He is right, you are an idiot."

A creature like a drug dealer will only sink deeper and deeper if he gets involved. How can he get out so easily?This is also the reason why John hurried over to find someone when he heard that Marcos was going to sell drugs.

"But, isn't the trouble getting bigger and bigger if you go to steal the money from those drug dealers?" Marcos asked unconvinced.

Ask forward, "What trouble can a dead man have?"

The two people on the opposite side were shocked by Xiangqian's understatement.

"Think about it, a drug gang with hundreds of people, how much is the wealth accumulated over the years? I only need to share half of it, and I can find the most elite mercenaries in the world to wipe them out. The biggest difficulty is , is how to accurately locate their leaders, as well as their warehouses and vaults."

Qian Qiang, who had finished drawing the pie, asked leisurely, "How about it, do you want to join?"

"Your plan is very thorough, you don't need us at all." Unmoved, John pulled Marcus back, preparing to get in the car and leave; from the beginning to the end, he held the dagger in his hand.

He raised his voice slightly forward: "You are wrong, I need your super power; I need you to help me find the warehouses and vaults of the drug cartel. Although my people can do it, but it will cost a lot. Less time; some things are prone to accidents if they are delayed for a long time."

John's eyes suddenly became sharp, he stopped, and asked in a deep voice: "What is my superpower, what do you know?"

Pointing forward to Marcus: "He told me."

Marcus was deeply shocked by Xiangqian's shamelessness, and hurriedly explained to John: "I didn't say anything, no, I only said that you are a mutant, and I didn't say anything else."

"Then I would like to thank you, at least you didn't tell us about our refuge." John mocked dissatisfiedly.Marcus, who knew he was wrong, was submissive and dared not refute.

"Well, no kidding." Said Qiang seriously, "I actually know you, John Proudstar; 'Proud Star' of the Apache tribe; I know you can track the most cunning fox in the wasteland, You can also find any hidden corner in the bustling city."

Every time he spoke forward, John's face became serious; the warrior of the Indian tribe didn't think it would be a good thing to be recognized by a mysterious stranger.

"Where did you get my news? The military? Sentinels?" John slightly arched his shoulders, which was a posture ready to pounce on the opponent at any time.

"As far as I know, the U.S. military has indeed set up a secret agency to hunt down mutants secretly for a long time; but, what is 'Sentinel'?" Xiang Qiang asked back.

John emphasized again: "Answer my question."

"Well, I know you from the X-Men." Qianqian gave an unexpected answer, "About ten years ago, Arizona, you used to work with the X-Men, remember? It is said , they were still planning to recruit you, but you decided to stay in your hometown to help your tribe for the time being."

This answer not only stunned John, but even Marcus was stunned; not every companion knew John's past experience.

"Have you ever cooperated with the X-Men?" Marcus was inexplicably surprised, "Why have you never mentioned this?"

"What is there to mention? It was all ten years ago, and they might have forgotten it long ago."

Marcus was very dissatisfied: "Haven't you heard the legend among the mutants? Any mutant who encounters danger can ask the X-Men for help. If there is their help, we would have asked the Sentinel Special Service Fuck those bastards."

"I... I haven't thought about it." John's eyes became a little strange, he stroked his forehead hesitantly, as if he was trying to remember something.

"Since the X-Men once wanted to recruit you, didn't they leave any contact information?" Marcos asked both dissatisfied and hopeful.

John replied subconsciously: "Of course, they told me that as long as I change my mind, I can go... I can go..." He suddenly stopped.

"Where are you going?" Marcus asked anxiously.

John put down his hand on his forehead, showing a confused expression: "I...forgot."

"WHAT!" Marcus' voice instantly rose eighteen degrees.

Forward but thoughtful; John's situation reminded him of a wicked thing that Professor Xavier had done back then.

In order to hide the X Academy, the old bald man once secretly carried out a worldwide brainwashing operation.

It seems that the brainwashing operation affects those who may be hostile to the X Academy, but also affects their former friends-such as John in this moment.

Before John could figure it out, the phone in his pocket rang.

"It's Lorna, she may be worried about you."

John temporarily suppressed the various thoughts in his heart and picked up the phone; but he heard the anxious voice of his companion from the microphone: "John, the sentries have found us!"