Due to prior warning, all ordinary staff who come into contact with Martian personnel wear three-proof protective clothing.
Constantine does not plan to take these soldiers and technicians to the station of the First Secret Regiment, but to place them in a hangar. Only there can prevent the high dose of radiation accidentally leaked by the Martian mechanical warriors from harming innocent people.
Or, only there can be placed light armored targets made on Mars. In order to ensure nothing goes wrong, Constantine also asked Amon to summon people to clean the road from the Royal City apron to the warehouse to ensure that no radioactive dust drifted into the emperor's garden.
, even when the Martian sage proposed to interview the emperor, Constantine told her directly that if the radioactive dust on the implants was not cleaned, they would have to stay here until action
start.
Therefore, the Martian sage asked to install a sprinkler device in the hangar.
Constantine told the Martian sage that it would take at least half an hour for the equipment and cleaning agents to be ready. The Martian sage looked around and looked at the heavily equipped semi-mechanical slaves who were carrying materials into the hangar, with over-developed muscles.
and hydraulic devices allow each servitor to carry cargo far exceeding the maximum weight that ordinary humans can bear. It did not realize that the Praetorian Guards arranged these servitors to prevent ordinary people from being eroded by leaked radiation. In the Martian Foundry
, many failed products in artificial cultivation cabins, failed products in promotion courses, and criminals who committed serious crimes will be transformed into servitors to compensate the foundry for the nutrients, electricity, air and time they wasted. In that area
In the Red Badlands, all resources must be carefully managed.
"If I take over those servitors, the efficiency will increase by at least 15%." The Martian Sage paused for a few seconds, as if thinking about something. Then he added, "This is a suggestion, not a requirement. I
I didn’t expect that the flesh and blood body can be so fragile and cannot withstand even a little bit of radiation.”
"It can be seen that you are very suitable for this task." Constantine walked out of the hangar without looking back, but he still included the communication between the sage and the captain of the mechanical soldiers into the communication channel temporarily established for the operation. "Until the radiation remains
The dose must be within the acceptable range for ordinary humans, otherwise you will not be able to leave the hangar."
"But the equipment we brought needs maintenance and cannot be cleaned simply and roughly!" The sage almost jumped out of the range of activities designated by Constantine. Upon noticing this, the Imperial Guard immediately stopped and the power armor joint servo received
Upon receiving the electrical signal from the neuron controller, it began to turn according to the body of the Imperial Guard.
"Those of you who don't understand the beauty of machinery..."
"According to the Olympus Power Succession and Movement Agreement 2-2-103, I accept the temporary command of the Emperor's Guards." The leader of the mechanical soldiers interrupted the Martian sage's intention to continue, and lit up his voice first.
The machine spoke. "Alpha-Bronze 02 will retain secondary command. The chain of command has been adjusted." He sent out a signal pulse, and all the cyborg soldiers behind him all neatly grasped their rifles, with the muzzles facing down. The tilt angles of all firearms
, height above the ground, etc., all can be accurate to four digits after the decimal point. "Standby."
Constantine hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and directed the staff to close the explosion-proof door of the hangar.
"You should obey me." The Martian sage complained in binary language, "I just haven't been promoted to an official sage yet. When I complete the project, I will receive promotion procedures and surgeries."
The mechanical soldier didn't answer. It really started to standby, unless the Martian sage overridden it and forced it to turn on.
The operation takes place ten hours later. During this period, agents from the Defense Intelligence Agency need to conduct long-term surveillance of Dr. Radcliffe's residence and research institute. At the same time, a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent also takes a special
The modified stealth Quinjet came to the secret prison placed overseas and found Maria Hill who was placed here. If it weren't for the cameras and automatic weapons platforms everywhere, this uninhabited small island far away from international cargo routes would be
The natural beauty of the island is enough to make you think it is a resort rather than a prison.
When the agent found the target, Maria Hill was wearing sunglasses and enjoying the sunbathing on her back. Next to her were several bottles of sunscreen and a glass of tropical fruit mixed juice cocktail filled with ice cubes. A woman with only the upper body
Bionic machines are constantly trying out various possible ways to mix drinks.
"The cocktails made by that thing at first were terrible." Even though she didn't see it, Maria Hill still said, "It's much better now, but I always feel like it's making trial and error based on my feedback. Stupid
Exhaustive method."
"Your leave is over, Agent Hill."
"Have you found Nick Fury?" Maria Hill lowered her sunglasses and looked at the agents from above the frame, "About the Skrulls?"
"No, it's just over for now. We found Agent Coulson and his team." The former SHIELD agent sat down next to Maria Hill. However, the latter was unwilling to share the beach mat with him.
So he could only sit on the hot sand. "Now they are in trouble. They are dealing with something they don't understand, and it is very likely to cause the disaster to expand. But you also know that Agent Coulson will never believe it."
Emperor, when he abandoned the efficiency that a SHIELD agent should have, he also abandoned the caution that a SHIELD agent should have. He is now a vigilante, not an agent."
"You can solve problems with force, can't you?"
"Yes, we really want to use force to solve the problem. After all, we have the ability." The former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent said with a complicated face, "But the Emperor admires the humanity and courage shown by Agent Coulson, and he does not want to kill himself
His old friend. Agent Coulson may have done something wrong, but now he is not worthy of death. What's worse is that Agent Coulson may have turned to the newly established S.H.I.E.L.D. by the U.S. Congress. The Emperor is extremely worried.
It may be handed over to the U.S. government... Do you still remember what happened at the [Cold Storage] research facility? The Guards Commander told me that that thing was even bigger than the electronic document stored in the [Cold Storage] research facility.
Ten thousand times more terrifying."
Maria Hill did not speak, but hugged her knees and looked at the blue-grey sea in the distance.
Her life here is quite easy, and the emperor and former colleague Victoria Hand also gave her enough privacy and did not install cameras in the dressing room, bedroom, toilet and other places to humiliate her. It is not that she cannot feel the emperor's relationship with Nick.
She just didn't want to get involved in the entanglement between Fury. Victoria Hand also knew this, so she was given such a house arrest treatment that was comparable to a vacation. Even the food and drinks she enjoyed were extremely expensive.
Apart from being unable to communicate with the outside world, it is no different from being on vacation.
"This satellite phone can only dial a specific number." The former SHIELD agent stood up and patted the gravel on his black trousers. "If you think about it, just press the button and we will send someone to pick you up.
But please hurry, if you want Agent Phil Coulson, Agent Melinda May, Agent Daisy Johnson to survive."
As he walked towards the Quinjet that landed not far away, the transponder on the plane rang. He turned his head and looked at the almost white beach under the sun. Maria Hill had long since disappeared, leaving only the beach bar.
The robot is still making one cup after another of novel tropical cocktails.
"The right choice." He stood on the ramp and turned to look at the sea. Who would have thought that under the sea near this island is a research base and missile launch base belonging to the emperor. He pressed the button on his hand
Communicator, "I just hope you can change your clothes quickly, Agent Hill."