"No, this will kill Yoyo, and you!" She knew what Alfonso Mackenzie wanted to do. Even Yoyo's speed would be captured. Now the only thing that can fight against the genetically modified warrior is her super power.
Ability. "Don't shoot." She raised her tone, trying to persuade Alphonso Mackenzie to put down the shotgun, at least not to put his finger on the trigger. "I don't mind hearing what they think first." She raised her head.
At first, he shouted to the guards who were getting closer and closer, "What exactly do you want to do? Are our friends still safe?"
When the golden power armor came within half a meter of Alfonso Mackenzie, the latter reluctantly put down his weapon because the shotgun tip had already touched the unconscious Elena Rodrigo.
In front of her. If he fired, the shotgun would definitely break Elena Rodriguez's fragile human body into pieces instead of penetrating the power armor and harming the people inside.
Constantine stretched out his arm and handed over the unconscious human body.
Although he was a little surprised, Alfonso Mackenzie still held Elena Rodriguez in his arms while checking the injury. Fortunately, except for a small cut on his forehead caused by the gorgeous relief on the surface of the power armor, Elena Rodriguez was not injured.
Lena Rodriguez has no obvious trauma on her body. Her current coma is more due to the feedback of the acceleration generated when using her abilities. No matter where her abilities come from, she is still essentially a human being.
An ordinary person has the fragile bones and organs of an ordinary person, and that ability is essentially a kind of destruction to her body.
Constantine's behavior relaxed the atmosphere a little. At least Alfonso Mackenzie knew that the Praetorian Guards did not want the lives of SHIELD agents, and they were not genetically modified people who took pleasure in killing as some propaganda media said.
Regarding the Golden Guards around the emperor, many media and celebrities have written long and lengthy reports, especially those written by investigation groups formed by Congress and many think tanks, by describing the role of the Guards in the unification war of the Balkan Peninsula.
It was used to demonstrate the emperor's policy and how much change a genetically modified warrior would bring to the battlefield without using equipment such as missiles.
After that, there are many test reports on genetic modification projects from the military-industrial complex and pharmaceutical companies. Many sensible people can see the real purpose of those reports, but the media will always grab a few keywords and start to use them freely.
, describing the Praetorian Guards as genetically modified people who kill without blinking an eye. This may be true, but the media always add their own imagination when exaggerating threats, which is exactly the same as when exaggerating racial threats.
"You have a mission related to the future of mankind, and we will ensure that this mission can be completed smoothly." Constantine said, "Now you have some people to meet, some knowledge to learn, and you have a lot of work before the mission begins.
Do it. Follow me, and you will spend your last days before the mission in the lighthouse base."
"Do you think pointing a gun at someone can replace an invitation?" Alfonso McKenzie carried Elena Rodriguez on his back, and Daisy Johnson helped a lot. Although she was very talkative
Tough, but anyone could see that Alphonso MacKenzie couldn't pick up the shotgun again. "You gave away no information. Where are our friends?"
Constantine did not bother to answer this question.
The group of people returned along the original route. Several safari cavalry had already arrived at the lift door through another road and repaired the control panel destroyed by Alfonso Mackenzie. The thick alloy door slowly moved under the command of the electrical signal.
When raised, the lower edge of the jagged door loosens the biting concrete, revealing a long and narrow passage leading to the elevator at the lighthouse base. The air generated by the air circulation filter surges out, sweeping away the dirty air containing the smell of concrete, rust and mold.
The air brings fresh air with a slight chemical smell - unlike the damp and dim passage outside, this passage is not only very dry but also well-lit. The red number spray-painted is written not far from the lift door.
On the far wall is the N2 channel, the channel for survival after nuclear winter. It has several gates to resist external intruders and clean the remaining nuclear radiation from field personnel.
The Rangers and the First Secret Regiment sandwiched Alphonso Mackenzie and Daisy Johnson in the middle of the team and dragged them forward. It was not until Constantine at the end of the team also walked in that the lift door reopened.
Fall. "Agent Coulson will explain all the details to you." The soldiers' backs pressed against the wall, making way for the Praetorian Guards, because this road just squeezed him in. Constantine lowered his head.
, looking at the dissatisfied Alphonso Mackenzie, said, "Now you just need to obey the order. Including you, Daisy Johnson, don't try useless resistance. We spend time and money to protect your lives, not to let you
Choose waste now.”
"How is Agent Coulson doing now?" Daisy Johns asked.
"He is safe. He knows all the details of the mission and also believes that this mission must be carried out." Constantine said, "It was my idea to deceive you and let you land near the base, not his. Because you can't do it in a short time."
There is time to understand all this, so you must return to the lighthouse base."
"So what are you going to do now?"
"Make sure the lives of all those on the task list are not in danger."
The riot lasted for thirteen minutes, but only for thirteen minutes.
Since the cells holding all armed personnel were welded together, Melinda May did not choose to open the cells. Instead, she led a group of field agents who were also dissatisfied with the rule of the Guards and planned to rush into the weapons depot to find weapons. She planned to
The armed forces of the Praetorian Guards cleared the base, and then tried to find a way to rescue the imprisoned agents. However, what stood in their way were not only the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment, the Ranger Cavalry, but also the Sisterhood in power armor.
.
Although they came here only to serve the incoming master, and Constantine did not make any arrangements for their actions, the deadly force they possessed was still useful - the cause of the matter was a few rioting field officers
The agents believed that ordinary live ammunition weapons could not pose a threat to the heavily armed First Secret Regiment and Ranger Troopers, so they planned to seize the Sisterhood's bolters.
They have no idea what kind of organization the Sisterhood is, nor do they understand the role and capabilities of bolt guns. However, based on the advantages of large-caliber firearms alone, they believe that bolt guns can be used and do not require much time.
She could get it. So this group of people took action. Even Melinda May didn't know their purpose. After all, this riot needed someone to create chaos, but how to create chaos was not a question she should think about. When that group
When the agents broke into the room they thought was the Sisterhood's weapons depot, they discovered that what was placed here was not bolters, melta weapons, and plasma weapons, but hundreds of exquisite glasses and a lot of rolled up plastic bags waiting to be sterilized.
carpet.
The pieces of delicate glass falling to the ground made the artificial man responsible for this work very angry.
She directly picked up the bullpup bolt rifle hanging on her waist and shot at the agents who broke into the room. This was the first drop of blood shed in this riot, for an extremely absurd reason. Immediately afterwards, all the sororities
Received the message, but the communication between them was not based on the fact of "SHIELD agents rioting", but "SHIELD agents want to destroy the service that the master will receive before he arrives." These bomb chicks -
—from the Emperor's nickname for the Sisterhood—rushed out of the room like a herd of enraged cattle and ran around the lighthouse base in groups of five. They shot everyone they saw, killing them before asking questions.
His style caused a group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were encouraged to block the passage and protest loudly to immediately lie down on the ground.
Melinda May herself didn't know that she would have so many supporters after launching the riots.
At first she was very happy, and even issued orders from her position as a leader, but with the bloodshed caused by the emergence of the sisterhood, she began to realize that something was wrong. She grabbed an agent and asked, and the answer she got was:
"XX told him that Melinda May was going to launch a riot", there was nothing else - she was very sure that her little conspiracy would not reveal the secret, which only meant that she was not the only one driving the riot.
One person, someone also wanted to see this riot happen and had made preparations in advance. Otherwise, she could not explain why the First Secret Regiment and the Ranger Cavalry were able to block the passage so quickly, and why the control room has not been attacked by riot agents so far.
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"plum."
"Colson." Melinda May took a deep breath and pressed the call button on the headset, "Did you do it?"
"No." Agent Coulson hesitated, "But I know your little group."
"What do you want to do, Agent Coulson." Melinda May looked at the passage ahead that was lit by Molotov cocktails. The automatic firefighting equipment responded immediately, and the entire passage was immediately flooded with dense water droplets. "Do you want to
Submit to that person and then go on a mission to die?"
"Listen to me, May." Agent Coulson's voice was full of annoyance, "This is what we have to do. No one can carry out this mission except us."
"Why?"
"I can't explain it to you, May." Coulson frowned, "But I need you to stop."
Constantine explained the importance of the task in detail to him. At the same time, he also sent a picture. The picture showed a cheap notebook that could be bought on the street, but the content recorded on the paper was quite large.
Sensational. It was a prophecy, and its interpretation, written by the Emperor ten years ago. Along with it was a sketch - an extremely realistic sketch, as Agent Coulson saw himself facing
Standing on the beach of Tahiti, death hovered above his head like a vulture - that was the end of his life. All the hardships he experienced were to complete this task. On the back of the sketch was a large text written by the emperor,
The content is mainly about how to protect his life and the success rate of the mission. The Emperor's conclusion is very pessimistic. He can't find a way to protect the life of Agent Coulson while the mission is successful.
But Agent Coulson couldn't explain that this mission might cost him his life, because the prophecy clearly showed the end of his life, and because he knew that Melinda May and her team would definitely prevent this from happening.
His death is closely related to the success or failure of the mission, and he cannot allow the mission to fail.
"Why?"
"I can't tell you why until the mission begins."
Melinda May hung up the communication, then turned to call a few of her most reliable field agents.
She knew Agent Coulson was there, and she planned to find Agent Coulson herself to find out.
When the riots in the Lighthouse Base subsided, the casualty statistics were also sent to Agent Coulson. He was in a secret room in the Lighthouse Base. Just like the existence of the base itself, the interior of the base is also full of secrets
, the Immortal Enoch was the only person he could communicate with during this period of time, apart from the Imperial Guard Constantine - although he didn't know whether he could count Enoch as a human being - but this foreigner
The erudition of the star robot still aroused his interest, especially when it came to the topic of prophecy. The information revealed by Enoch made Agent Coulson very interested.
“I experienced a self-fulfilling prophecy,” Enoch said. “I was in Greece, participating in a city-state war called the Trojan War. I knew that there was a spiritual world behind the material curtain of this world, but that was
It was the first time I saw the power of prophecy. Every word spoken by the woman named Cassandra had corresponding results. After that, I began to design an algorithm and added the information from the earth to it.
All variables, trying to calculate the accuracy of the prediction. But I failed, not only because of my own computing power, but also because I was unable to count all the variables."
"Have you experienced the Trojan War?"
"That's just the first part of my mission." Immortal Enoch stretched out his hand expressionlessly and inserted the data interface in the room around his neck, "I can show you the images I recorded at that time.
But this takes time, and the equipment in this base is not fully compatible with the format I use to store information." After two hours of information transmission, when Agent Coulson was about to fall asleep, Enoch reminded him that the transmission was complete.
Although the sleepiness still lingered on him, curiosity still made Colson wake up. He even took out the beer in the refrigerator and planned to share it with Enoch.
"Am I the first person on earth to see the Trojan War with my own eyes?"
"The Trojan War is not as described in Homer's Epic, Agent Coulson." Enoch replied honestly. "You will be disappointed after watching it. The romantic feelings of humanism are not suitable for those who only survive and fight."
The age of death.”
"Why do you say that?"
"Because the Trojan War was more cruel than you imagined." Enoch said. He began to play the historical images he had witnessed. Through his eyes, Agent Coulson was immersed in the scene, as if he was walking in the war.
Streets of Troy. "I have witnessed many meaningless wars in human history, and the Trojan War is one of them. I still don't understand the nature of the Trojan War, but my logic engine tells me that there must be something I don't understand.