Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

It wasn't until Magneto and his followers disappeared from sight that Xiangqian put away the gun in his hand.

Facing an old-fashioned terrorist, or an old-fashioned terrorist who has a personal grievance with himself, moving forward is not as easy as he just showed.

After one shot wounded Fireman John, the P226 in his hand was firmly pointed at Magneto.Don't look at Xiangqian teasing the other party unscrupulously. In fact, his spirit has been in a state of tension. Even if there is a screw in the laboratory just now, he will open fire without hesitation.

After Magneto left, Mystique left immediately.Xiangqian excused that there were too many American soldiers outside the island, and asked Ruiwen if he wanted to stay with him, but he was mercilessly rejected.

"The Hilton Hotel is about to become a carnival for global intelligence agencies. There are more agents staring at you than there are soldiers on the other side." Mystique complained angrily, then changed her shape and left the laboratory.

Going forward, counting the copying progress bar one by one in boredom, and at the same time using the projection function of the electronic wrist to monitor the pictures taken by the drone.

More and more rubber boats appeared on the sea, heading towards Alcatraz from all directions.The mutants were no longer visible on the bridge, replaced by armed men advancing in skirmish lines.

Zooming in a little closer, you can still distinguish the logos representing different organizations on these armed men.Army, Air Force, Marine Corps, FBI, SWAT, etc.The unified action of the armed forces of so many institutions can only come from the coordination of the highest authority.

Qianqian knows that the riots caused by Magneto and radical mutants have touched the sensitive nerves of the American government.Although this riot only involved the internal affairs of the United States, its subsequent impact was no less serious than the Statue of Liberty incident at the turn of the century.

When the American soldiers in the picture landed on Alcatraz one after another, the voices from outside the door also became noisy.There was a hole in the ground of the corridor on the third floor that the red tank had smashed through, allowing the sounds from downstairs to come in continuously.

In the beginning, there were the sounds of mutants wreaking havoc everywhere in the building. After a while, someone shouted "Military people, we are surrounded"; and then there were more and more panicked shouts.

Immediately afterwards, the gunshots became more intense and closer, interspersed with the screams of mutants, the sound of surrender and begging for mercy, and the sound of various tactical commands of the army.

Turning a deaf ear to Qiangqian, he swiftly unplugged the USB flash drive that had been copied. Hearing the dense footsteps outside the corridor, he retreated through the portal and returned to the hotel room.The soldiers who rushed into the laboratory didn't even see the spark when the portal closed.

As soon as I returned to the room, I heard a fierce quarrel outside the door, which could not be isolated even with the excellent sound insulation effect of the presidential suite.

Xiangqian arranged the equipment on his body in an orderly manner, changed into ordinary home clothes, and when the quarrel outside the door reached the loudest, he slammed the door open.

"Mr. Manager, what happened? This is the comfortable and enjoyable VIP treatment that your hotel provides to customers?" Without looking ahead at the pile of black suits that smelled like secret agents from head to toe, he aimed the cannon fire The lobby manager who followed the agents up.

At this time, the lobby manager no longer had the calmness he had when he was receiving Qianqian check-in. He knew that if the matter in front of him was not handled properly, not only would the reputation of the hotel plummet, but he would also lose his job at a high probability, and there would be an extra record of incompetence on his resume. Erase blemishes.

In the absence of a search warrant from the court and an emergency situation, let the law enforcement agencies harass the VIP guests and high-end VIP customers of the hotel, will your hotel continue to do business in the future?

The lobby manager didn't care about wiping the fine cold sweat on his forehead, and quickly explained to himself: "Please forgive me, Mr. Zion, there was a riot against the Worthington Company over the bay; these FBIs were ordered to protect you, after all, You are a valued partner of the Worthington Corporation and they are concerned that you too will be targeted by mobs."

Xiangqian glanced meaningfully at the agents crowding in front of the door. Although these people were covered with FBI skins, Qianqian could easily smell the scent from S.H.I.E.L.D.

The FBI absolutely obeys the US government.The news about Alcatraz is still unclear. The Worthington Company has not yet been determined to be finished, and the cooperation agreement reached between him and the White House has not yet completely expired. Why did the FBI come to provoke him because of his insanity?

"My security team is professional enough that they can guarantee my safety."

Seeing that Qianqian wanted to close the door, the leading "FBI" agent became anxious; "Mr. Zion, I think you still don't understand the current situation, and your personal safety is facing a huge threat..."

"I think you are the one who threatens me the most." Qiangqian interrupted impatiently, "Listen, I am trying to maintain the utmost patience to talk to you right now, but I don't want to waste time on you at all. Unless You have a search warrant, or get out of here!"

The agent said seriously: "The California government has just issued a martial law order, and San Francisco has entered a state of emergency."

"The temporary action authority granted to you by the state of emergency is only for public areas. Is this a public area?" Xiang Qiang asked the lobby manager with a sneer, "Or is Mr. Manager planning to drive me out of here?"

"NO! NO! NO!" The manager was pissed off; he'd let the FBI agent go up the stairs and meet him in front of him, which was the biggest concession, and could be rated as a good example of cooperation with the government department.But let him risk his career to offend hotel guests and take the blame for the government?

If he had this awareness, he would not be a wage earner or a middle-class elite.

"Mr. Zion is our distinguished guest..." The lobby manager held back for a long time, "I am extremely sorry for our hotel's negligence. I will let them leave immediately!"

After speaking, the lobby manager immediately picked up the internal walkie-talkie and called the hotel security.

The leading "FBI" agent was in a hurry: "Mr. Zion..."

Posing forward and making a "boo" gesture, he didn't hide his bored or even disgusted expression at all.

"I want to remind you that my bodyguards are from my security company registered in the United States. They all have gun licenses and are the most professional and professional team in the industry. If you continue to entangle, I don't guarantee that they will No more drastic measures will be taken."

"I spend tens of millions of dollars every year on a bunch of big lawyers; so if you have no legal reason, then even if my bodyguards kill one or two of you, I can keep them safe; on the contrary, if they don't Scratch a little skin, and I can smash your jobs."

"Are you threatening me?" The agent was furious.

He made a "haha" forward, with a smile on his face, and said sullenly: "Yes, you guessed it, I am threatening you—in the name of the law. If it is me who can openly hold a gun The first reason I love America, then that's the second reason I love America."

"A free America, I love a free America; especially as she makes a rich man like me freer."

He swung his hand forward and closed the door, leaving only a mocking smile on the agents' faces.