Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

Onward's meeting with Lieutenant General Ross was lackluster.

As a taxpayer, a picky businessman asked the government to protect his legal investment; an air force lieutenant general who was pushed out as a representative solemnly reiterated the firm determination of the United States to fight terror and maintain social stability.

Back and forth, both parties are too lazy to conceal the formulaic and formal nature of it.The deal that should be done was done long before the call to the White House and the US Department of Defense.

Instead, Qianqian came up with two sentences out of thin air, "I hope General Ross will do better than General Fran Hammer", and "If you fail, will there be fighter planes to blow up the entire Alcatraz Island"; Will be taken aback.

Until a subordinate who couldn't help laughing reminded him of ""Bravely Entering the Island of Death", Lieutenant General Ross, who reacted, issued an order to evict the guests in anger.

"I will stay in the Hilton Hotel in San Francisco for a while. When the San Francisco Bay returns to calm, you can send a negotiating team over." Before leaving Alcatraz, Xiangqian said to Worthington II.

Worthington II was relieved: "That day will come soon. You can treat it as a short and comfortable vacation, and the service level of Hilton Hotel is very good."

"Really, I don't care much about the hotel's service level, but Ms. Hilton helped me get the highest VIP in the hotel, so I can't waste it."

Worthington II showed a smile that men could understand. With the style of that "Miss Hilton", it was only normal for him to have a relationship with Qianqian.It's just that when he casually asked, "Which Miss Hilton, sister or sister?", he got a jealous answer.

"BOTH!"

In an apparently relaxed and harmonious atmosphere, the two waved goodbye; and just as Worthington II watched the small ferry leaving Alcatraz Island, a palm-sized tarantula crawled into the concrete pier in the gap.

It was completely dark when we landed forward.As far as the eye could see, more and more people gathered on the street, most of them had unkind faces, and there were quite a lot of weird and non-mainstream outfits.

"Radical mutants in North America have a customary rule. They will tattoo different tattoos on exposed places such as their faces or hands according to their superpowers, as identification." The American branch of the same car The employee points to the mutant introduction outside the window.

Smiling forward: "Like the rules for GAY groups to wear earrings?"

The people in the same car laughed dryly.Living in the United States for a long time, paying attention to political correctness has become an instinct. When encountering some sensitive topics, I will subconsciously keep my mouth shut, and I can’t make such casual jokes forward.

But moving forward is not as superficial as they think.

"It's not just a form of self-expression." Qianqian looked indifferently at the passionate mutants outside the car window, "Tattoos are a kind of identity, representing the division and identity of the ethnic group; they are looking for and establishing the identity of the mutant group." self-identity."

"It's a pity that based on our historical experience, the establishment of this ethnic identity requires a mature soil, and it takes at least hundreds of years to accumulate. In the United States, there is no such soil."

African-Americans, Anglo-Americans, Irish-Americans, German-Americans, Latin-Americans, etc., when has there ever been a true nation of America?

A country that has been kneaded together like a joint stock business;

The motorcade drove all the way, and when they arrived at the Hilton Hotel, it was already very close to the time that Qianqian made an appointment with Professor X.

"Miss Hilton left a message for you. I hope you can call back when you have time. This is their new phone number." The hotel lobby manager handed over two slips of paper with numbers while handing over the room card.

Qiangqian looked inexplicable: "Two numbers?"

"The two Miss Hilton left messages separately, and they both specifically asked Mr. Zion to talk alone at that time." The lobby manager had a professional expression, and there was no abnormality on his face, which perfectly interpreted the qualities of a top professional.

"Zion" - Forward's surname used abroad.Americans can't read the four tones of Chinese characters correctly, and often pronounce the pinyin of "Xiang" as "Zion". Over time, Qianqian simply used the name "James Zion" to travel abroad.

Xiangqian put away the number as usual, but when he left the front desk, he cast a meaningful look at the lobby lounge area where people were coming and going.

The hotel's presidential suite is the room with the best view in the entire building. Standing in front of the window, overlooking the brightly lit urban area, San Francisco tonight is more lively than usual.Sirens howled one after another, and most of the police cars were rushing towards the seashore.

Tonight must be a sleepless night for the police officers in San Francisco.

At the agreed time, the doorbell rang as promised.

Turn forward and signal the accompanying personnel to open the door, and Professor Xavier in a wheelchair will come in first.

"Professor, you are still as punctual as you used to be, every minute and every second are right."

"Punctuality is a virtue, James. Long time no see." The professor's expression was always gentle and serious, with a kind of prestige that people often say without anger.

Behind the professor, several members of the X-Men filed in; seeing those familiar faces, the smiling expression on Xiangqian's face suddenly froze.

A Wolverine Logan, a Cyclops Scott.

These two love rivals who were originally hostile to each other glared forward at the same moment, looking like they were fighting against each other.

Among the people who accompanied Professor Xavier, there was no close phoenix girl Qin Grey, and there was no storm girl Orolo who seemed to be a stranger, but might actually speak for the forward.

Forward was sure that, given the chance, Logan and Scott, two frustrated souls, wouldn't mind chopping themselves to pieces and lasering their bones into ashes.

This old bald man definitely did it on purpose!Gritting his molars forward, he glared at Professor Xavier bitterly.

Fortunately, the last person to enter the door was the current Minister of Mutant Affairs "The Beast" McCoy.This seemingly wild and burly man has a sincere and honest character that is different from his appearance.

"Hello, Mr. Minister, long time no see." When he greeted him, he skipped over the two rivals in love, "I heard that you went to the island to meet that child?"

"James, you can call me Hank." The beast was as simple and honest as ever, "Yes, I just met. By the way, have you seen Raven recently? We haven't heard from her for a long time."

The hand holding the beast forward suddenly tightened, but shook it calmly.

"Really, it seems that she likes the life of a lone ranger." Qiang Xiang pretended to be relaxed, "She is elusive, but it fits Mystique's style of acting."