Marvel Magic Event Book

Amon hung up the communication, made a gesture to send a password to shut down the system, and strode out of the closed crimson level security room.

An officer wearing a black overcoat had been waiting outside the door for a long time, and when she saw the Imperial Guards appearing, she immediately followed, with the large-caliber bolter pistol on her waist tightly bound in the holster. "Quest after mission, isn't it?" Sofia said.There are very few mortals who can calmly joke with the Imperial Guards, and Sophia of the political commissar is one of them. As confirmed by some legends, many civilians in Kit City will regard the Imperial Guards as accompanying the Prophet golden angel.Although the emperor severely cracked down on religious superstition, Kit City found a new direction to unite the people after losing religion, that is, to serve the emperor's new empire. "As far as I know, you've been on a mission for more than a week. Have you experienced sleep?"

"Unfortunately, I don't have time to induce sleep during this rotation period." Amon took the electronic seal on the data board and confirmed his mission.Even as an oracle, he must personally use the weapons in his hands to perform tasks, such as maintaining the safety of the trade lanes of the Yugoslav Federation. "However, it is not difficult to supervise the training of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and send them back to the United States. My colleagues have completed most of the tasks. Sophia, I hope the soldiers you send to the lighthouse base can complete the tasks."

"Don't worry, Agent Coulson is very well-behaved. Let me tell you, he pays too much attention to S.H.I.E.L.D." Sophia flipped a strand of mischievous red hair protruding from under the brim of her hat, "I've read the information, S.H.I.E.L.D. The Bureau doesn't have many resources left to plunder. Carriers, bases, weapons of mass destruction, things that have consumed large chunks of the US defense budget over the years are ours...the remaining agents don't need to pay much attention. Now the Lighthouse We're almost evacuating the base, and if there's something we don't know about, Agent Coulson won't know about it."

"I hope you didn't starve Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I'm not those Martians. Those guys who worship machines are really incomprehensible. They seem to need a simple food supply to continue to move, as if they have no taste buds." Sophia shrugged.Some low-level research work is carried out at the lighthouse base, and some technicians from Mars and the Immortal City enter the lighthouse base to cooperate with the technical department of S.H.I.E.L.D.The security work and overall planning are divided into two parts. Sophia can only hope that the Martian technicians will be more obedient. "Maybe there really isn't. If SHIELD agents are allowed to eat Martian nutrition mud, there will be riots at the lighthouse base in a few days." Sophia said, "Having said that, my team is ready for the mission, and they Waiting for you to show up on the tarmac."

"Sorry again, I wasted some time."

"Don't be nervous, there will always be a time lag between entering and exiting the atmosphere." Sophia raised her head and smiled all over her face. "It's not that difficult to attack the US military base in Yemen. You can sleep on the landing craft. It doesn't take a few seconds to induce sleep. But you Think we can find the files we need there?"

"Maybe, anyway, no one will know what we are looking for, and everything in the port will be burned."

"The mission time limit is ten hours, very tight." Sophia pressed the elevator button, and the floating drone and the camera above the elevator captured the appearance of her and Amon and the information sent by the signal transmitter implant on her body. Confirmed her permission to summon the elevator. "Do you have any other tasks to perform next?"

"Yes, the regency has many tasks that require unconventional means to carry out," Amon said.During the time waiting for the elevator, Sophia didn't speak again.She stepped into the elevator and stood beside the Praetorian, staring straight ahead.Sophia didn't speak again until they reached the tarmac by taking the gravity elevator and the two of them joined the ten-member squad of the First Secret Regiment.

"Now start the task timing, compare the time, and confirm."

There were only a handful of people on the tarmac.

As the port serves as an open apron, any safety standards are extremely high.Amon nodded, and walked onto the ramp board of the Pegasus assault transport boat. An armored vehicle for genetically modified fighters was parked in the cabin, which could stuff all the soldiers present, airdrop modules, fuel, missiles, etc. The items were all ticked on the data board, and there were also the signatures and electronic seals of the Quartermaster, Ordnance Department, and Logistics Officer.Although these departments are not exclusive to the Order of the Imperial Guard, Amon still believes in the professionalism of those mortals, as well as the rigor and efficiency of the entire system created by the Regent.

He glanced at the ten mortals who were about to go into action, and all the soldiers were quietly waiting for the order to be issued.He knew the name, appearance and family background of every soldier, including the pilots. These people from all over the world came here after training to build a beautiful world promised by the emperor.After the battle meeting, they experienced a short sleep induction and woke up at the right time. Now they are full of energy and energy. The fully enclosed armor and weapons on their bodies have been overhauled and pre-battle tested to ensure that the information system and power system Any failures will occur.

Amon confirmed the mission details with them for the last time, and then passed him one after another to board the gunboat.These soldiers were not the first to carry out missions with him. Most of them fought side by side with genetically modified fighters more than once. Plain, to see the emperor fighting with his own naked eyes.Amon knew that he was still struggling in the alien training camp at that time, standing out from hundreds of boys, even though he no longer remembered that time.

Amon gave due respect to these veterans who survived from hell.

All mortals are confident that they have never seen a mission involving the Praetorians fail, be it official military or special operations.He gave orders to the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment, watched the rigging secure them in their seats, and the pilot started the engines.He nodded to Sophia at the airlock on the tarmac, who responded, and the airlock closed completely, cutting her off from the mission team.The artificial gravity is about to fail, and the decompression procedure is about to start. After a few minutes of complicated procedures and safety checks, the hangar will face the cold vacuum and send the team to the sky above the earth.

At the same time, the evacuation ships and agents near the target location also started preliminary operations.

"See you in 72 hours, Commissar Sofia."

"This task is very important." Victor von Doom said, "We will have the opportunity to find the location of US and British submarines near the Gulf of Aden and the Red Sea. The Suez Canal will be an important channel for our trade. This channel will definitely Can't be threatened. Of course, this task is led by me, after all, you are still enjoying the hard-won family time, aren't you?"

"Don't be so angry, Victor, I know you care about me."

"If you don't take it seriously, Miria will drop a sword on your head." Victor von Doom shook his head.Layers of documents wrapped in brown paper lay on his desk.The ones on the left are unprocessed files, the ones on the right are processed files, and the number on the right is far more than that on the left. "According to the itinerary, you will return to the castle in two days. Have you evacuated the manor to the island base?"

"Yes."

"Then we can go to war without distraction."

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