Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1105 Chapter [-] The land of milk and honey (first change)
The wounded had been sedated, temporarily out of pain and fell asleep.The only sound in the Quinjet, apart from the whistling of the jet engines outside the reinforced glass, was the breathing of the crowd.Radio communications clattered to the Luftwaffe and civil aviation towers requesting a call, but after the stealth submarine system was activated, these voices never sounded again. Since leaving German airspace, silence has enveloped the cramped cabin. Quinjet From the routes of civil aviation airliners, a direct route to Romania in the past and the Romanian province of Latvinia is found.

Natasha Romanov was reluctant to get out of the single-pilot seat even though the autopilot was set, because the back of the cabin was a mess of blood and bandages, and the emergency medical kit on the Quinjet fighter could not be compared. Help for all.

Fortunately, those who prepared the Quinjet seem to have foreseen this situation. In addition to the standard S.H.I.E.L.D. field emergency medical kit, the aircraft also has some artificial skin freezing spray for covering open wounds. It can not only disinfect the wound but also form a fragile protective film on the open wound.Coupled with a large amount of painkillers and small disposable surgical instruments that look like a spider to help tidy up broken bones, suture blood vessels and muscles, the wounded temporarily escaped life-threatening.

"Their situation has stabilized." Steve Rogers walked over and said in a deep voice, "I'm worried about Colonel Rhodes."

"He's a lieutenant colonel now." Natasha Romanov reminded him, "and he doesn't need our help, the treatment plan given by the armor's life support system is far more useful than an emergency medical kit .The Wakandas are still behind us. They are going to Latvinia with us. They have a partnership with our old friends, although I don't know when they started. I can't figure it out His idea, Steve, his purpose is definitely not as simple as stopping the Hulk or capturing Ross."

"You know anything about Ross?" Steve Rogers asked.They overlooked the burning convoy from the Quinjet, and the clash between the black armored giant and the red beast was very conspicuous.Based on the information Falcon had received from the chain of command, the red beast appeared to be Secretary of State Ross. "How many secrets do they keep from us?" he asked. "I'm starting to wonder if I was doing the right thing."

"You're asking the wrong person, Steve." Natasha Romanoff closed her eyes tightly, her temples throbbing. "Let's put this shit aside now if we can. We have to talk to old friends about asylum. You are a symbol of the American spirit in many people's hearts. Not many people know that you have defected. I believe that now The White House has started the PR process and by the time prime time and the midnight political show, you've gone from a world-renowned hero, a symbol of justice, to a vile defector, an evil created to destroy America since WWII Bioweapon. Your past exploits will turn into disgrace, you will go from positive character to the ultimate villain defeated over and over again in Hollywood movies and games, they are so afraid of you because your traitor lied to America on behalf of God, Then the White House will claim it was lied to, and all the news anchors will repeat what the White House said over and over until the lie becomes true."

Steve Rogers was silent. He had never seen Natasha Romanoff so upset.

"Sorry." She let out a long breath, "I'm just a little confused about our prospects. The media's slander, the CIA's assassination, the White House's political pressure, and so on. You have to try it yourself, you have to make sure that our friend is willing to bear some more economic sanctions for you, and the value you show must far exceed the price he has to pay."

"You don't know the details, Cortana, and I'm sure he's ready. I've been a part of his cause for longer than you think, and as I said to him, we're ultimately going to fight for what's right It’s not someone’s hegemony.” Steve Rogers laughed, “I’m sure we won’t be shot down by anti-aircraft missiles when we enter Latvinia’s airspace, and I’m still useful to him.”

After more than three hours of sailing, the Quin-jet fighter finally entered a substantially safe airspace after changing its route many times to hide its tracks.The process of sending the air defense identification code was quite quick, but it was a heavy burden for the computer of this Quin-jet fighter. Two fighter jets that no one else had seen before approached from high altitude, and then slowed down to escort the Quin-jet fighter. Type fighters enter a new route.

"The most difficult part of enforcing the law is to remind others of the basis for enforcing the law."

Perhaps because of the air defense identification code, the radio in the Quin-jet fighter started to automatically play Latvinia's current broadcast channel as soon as it entered the airspace of Latvinia, as if the computer of the Quin-jet fighter was implanted with some program .Bucky Barnes was full of curiosity about this place that was Romania not long ago. He was still hiding and hunting here not long ago. Now it has changed its name and even the government.He'd heard the radio host's voice, one of the few private shows he'd been able to listen to for free while hiding out in his rented house.

"We can talk about Tirana, the city of sin that used to be. Before the emperor came, there were hundreds of thousands of guns and tens of millions of bullets in the hands of ordinary people in Tirana. Albanians even regarded shooting as a crime. A means of celebration. Can you imagine how many shootings occurred every day in Tirana before the implementation of the new law, and how many gangs with weapons were entrenched? In the villages of the Albanian province outside Tirana, every day How many people died at gunpoint? How many children were thrown on smuggling cargo ships bound for Western Europe and the United States? The emperor's order to the province of Albania was an armed purge. It sounds terrible, but I can tell you that when the military and police The armored vehicles of legislators from the department were attacked by RPGs the first time they drove into Tirana, because those Albanian gangsters didn’t want the emperor to take away their guns, their tools to do harm to others.”

The host's voice became excited, even startling Bucky who was listening to the radio.

"What has the Emperor's command given us, my friends, can you imagine? From Tirana to the remotest villages, the Emperor's superhuman armies destroyed fortifications, captured spies and criminals, overthrew mountains and rivers, With the same determination to sweep away all obstacles that keep us from a peaceful and prosperous life. Thousands of gangsters are massacred, corrupt officials kneel in front of armored vehicles and beg the emperor for mercy, kisses from foreign tycoons who suck blood and wealth from our bodies Soldiers' boots begging them to take their guns off their heads! They paid for what they did in the past, and all crimes are judged at the gunpoint of the emperor and the army..."

The current official language of Latvinia is Latin, and Romanian is also recognized as a language derived from Vulgar Latin.It's just that there are not many people who can understand the Romanian spoken by the host. Only Natasha Romanov can speak popular Latin with an accent fluently.

"What's on the radio?" Falcon Sam Wilson asked curiously, he couldn't understand the language here.

"Probably advocating the ruler." Bucky Barnes blinked and said with great interest, "I have a hunch that this place will change a lot."

Bucky Barnes' judgment was not wrong. When the Latvinia military tower asked the Quinjet fighter to lower its altitude, the few people who were still awake on the plane saw the scenery outside the porthole.Today's Latvinia is full of infrastructure under construction. Huge factories have sprung up one after another. The ecological city built around the factories is being built in an orderly manner, and there are busy figures everywhere.After more than an hour of sailing, the Quin-type fighter jet finally arrived at the heart of Latvinia. Natasha Romanov drove the Quin-type fighter jet and parked it on an apron specially built for large aircraft, Wakhan Daren's aircraft was escorted by the gunboat to another apron.

The roar of the elevator sounded, and the huge apron slowly sank into the ground. The team that escaped from Germany stood on the apron and felt the hot wind blowing from below. The dark shaft was filled with lamps like a starry sky.It took a while for the elevator platform to stop slowly. A young blonde woman with simple clothes and tightly coiled hair was holding documents and waiting for them standing in front of the steel bridge leading to the main building.Paramedics in hazmat suits passed them, boarded the plane and loaded the wounded on stretchers.

"I'm Diana Lister, secretary of the State Council and head of the executive department. I want me to welcome you all." The blond woman said expressionlessly.She waved her hand perfunctorily, expressing her politeness and impatience with the group. "Come with me, gentlemen and ladies, you will be comfortably entertained in the drawing room, and the wounded will receive proper medical care."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)