Amon hung up the communication, made a gesture to send the password to shut down the system, and strode out of the closed crimson level confidentiality room.
An officer in a black coat had been waiting outside the door for a long time. When she saw the Guards appearing, she immediately followed her, with the large-caliber bolt pistol at her waist firmly tied in the holster. "Missions are coming one after another, aren't they?
"Sofia said. There are very few mortals who can calmly joke with the Guards. Sophia from the Political Commissar Department is one of them. Due to some legend, many civilians in Kit City will recognize the Guards as their companions.
The golden angel beside the prophet. Although the emperor severely cracked down on religious superstition, after losing religion, Kit City found a new direction to unite the people, that is, serving the emperor's new empire. "As far as I know, you have performed consecutive missions for more than
It’s been a week. Have you ever experienced sleep?”
"Unfortunately, I don't have time to induce sleep during this rotation cycle." Amon took the electronic seal on the data board and confirmed his mission. Even as an herald, he must personally use the weapon in his hand.
To perform tasks such as maintaining the security of the Yugoslav Federation's trade lanes. "But overseeing the training of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and returning them to the United States is not a difficult job. My colleagues have completed the vast majority of tasks. Sophia, I hope
The soldiers you send to the lighthouse base can complete the mission."
"Don't worry, Agent Coulson is very well-behaved. If you ask me, he pays a little too much attention to S.H.I.E.L.D." Sophia brushed a strand of naughty red hair from under the brim of her hat, "I have read the information, S.H.I.E.L.D.
There are not many resources left to plunder. The aircraft carriers, bases, weapons of mass destruction, and the things that have consumed a large amount of the U.S. defense budget for so many years belong to us... There is no need for the remaining agents to pay too much attention. Now the lighthouse
The base is almost emptied by us, and even if there is something we don't know about, Agent Coulson won't know about it."
"I hope you didn't starve the SHIELD agents to death."
"I'm not one of those Martians. Those guys who worship machines are really hard to understand. They seem to only need a simple supply of food to continue functioning, as if they have no taste buds." Sophia shrugged. Some of the low-confidential research work is in
The lighthouse base is carried out on-site, and some technical personnel from Mars and the Eternal City enter the lighthouse base to cooperate with SHIELD's technical department to a certain extent. Security work and coordination are divided into two parts, and Sophia can only hope that Mars technology
The staff can be more obedient. "Maybe not really. If SHIELD agents are allowed to eat Martian nutritional mud, then there will be riots at the lighthouse base in a few days." Sophia said, "Speaking of which, my team is ready.
The mission has been carried out, they are 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 difference when entering and exiting the atmosphere." Sofia raised her head and smiled, "It's not that difficult to attack the US military base in Yemen. You can sleep on the landing craft and it doesn't take a few seconds to induce sleep. But you
Think we can find the files we need there?"
"Maybe, no one will know what we are looking for anyway, everything in the port will be burned."
"The mission time limit is ten hours, which is very tight." Sophia pressed the elevator button, and the floating drone and the camera above the elevator captured her and Amon's appearance and the message sent by the signal transmitter implant carried on her body.
Confirming her authority to summon the elevator. "Do you have any other tasks to perform next?"
"Yes, the regent has a lot of work that requires unconventional means to carry out." Amon said. While waiting for the elevator, Sophia didn't speak anymore. She stepped into the elevator and stood next to the guards, her eyes straight.
Looking ahead. It wasn't until they took the gravity elevator to the landing pad and the two of them met up with the ten-member team of the First Secret Regiment that Sophia spoke again.
"Start the task timing now, compare the time, and confirm."
There were only a few people on the tarmac.
As an open apron, this port has extremely high safety standards. Amon nodded and walked onto the ramp of the Pegasus assault transport boat. An armored vehicle for genetically modified warriors was parked in the cabin, which could
All the soldiers present were stuffed in. Airdrop modules, fuel, missiles and other required items were all checked on the data board, as well as the signatures and electronic seals of the quartermaster, ordnance department, logistics officer and other departments. Although these departments are not exclusive
As for the department of the Imperial Order, Amon would still believe in the professionalism of those mortals and 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. All the soldiers were quietly waiting for the order to be issued. He recognized the name, appearance and family background of each soldier, including the pilots. These people came from all over the world after training.
Here, the purpose is to build a beautiful world promised by the emperor. After the combat meeting, they experienced a short induced sleep and woke up at the right time. Now they are full of energy and physical strength, and the fully enclosed armor and weapons on their bodies are even more powerful.
After overhaul and pre-war testing, it is ensured that the information system and power system will not have any malfunctions.
Amon confirmed the mission details with them for the last time, and then passed him one after another and boarded the gunship. This was not the first time these soldiers performed a mission with him. Most of them fought side by side with genetically modified soldiers more than once, and even experienced
After going through the hellish battle at Finbul Mountain, he saw with his own eyes that the entire area was turned into a sea of fire, and the mountains collapsed into plains. He saw the emperor fighting with his own eyes. Amon knew that at that time, he was still struggling in the alien training camp.
He stood out among thousands of boys, even though he could no longer remember that time.
Amon paid due respect to these veterans who survived hell.
All mortals were confident because they had never seen a mission involving the Guards fail, whether it was a formal military operation or a special operation. He gave orders to the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment, looking at the rigging.
Fastening them firmly to the seats, the pilot started the engine. He nodded to Sophia who was next to the air-tight door on the apron, who responded, and then the air-tight door closed completely, completely isolating her from the mission team. Artificial
Gravity is about to fail and the decompression process is about to start. After a few minutes of complicated procedures and safety checks, the hangar will face the cold vacuum and deliver the team to the sky above the earth.
At the same time, evacuation ships and agents near the target location also began preliminary operations.
"See you in 72 hours, Commissar Sofia."
"This mission is very important." Victor von Doom said, "We will have the opportunity to find the location of US and British submarines in the Gulf of Aden and the Red Sea. The Suez Canal will be an important trade channel for us. This channel is absolutely
You cannot be threatened. Of course, this task is led by me. After all, you are still enjoying your hard-won family time, right?"
"Don't be so angry, Victor, I know you care about me."
"If you are not serious, Milia will smash the sword on your head." Victor von Doom shook his head. Documents wrapped in brown paper were piled on top of each other 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 much more than the left. "According to the itinerary, you will return to the castle in two days. Have you evacuated the manor to the island base?
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"Yes."
"Then we can start the war without any distractions."