Chapter 966 The Intelligence Officer of the Imperial Guard
Constantine's jet motorcycle was parked on the apron of a high-rise building one kilometer away from the target. Through his helmet's head-up display, he was overlooking SHIELD's Quinjet fighter parked in front of Dr. Radcliffe's house. Perhaps.
Because of the noise made by the Quinjet, no one was detected during the close-range reconnaissance by the drone. Constantine looked through the lens at the newly mowed lawn and the blooming roses. The scent of the cut grass and flowers seemed to have traveled through time.
The distance entered his nasal cavity. This house is located in a wealthy area of the suburbs. In the past, when SHIELD still existed, at least two agents monitored the actions of Dr. Holden Radcliffe every day.
The cabin ramp door opened, and Melinda May, who was tightly restrained on the hospital bed, was pushed out. This woman was a victim of spirit possession. Her face was distorted, she screamed, struggled, and cursed heartbreakingly.
But Phil Coulson and Gemma Simmons still looked at her with worried eyes. Dr. Holden Radcliffe quickly took over the patient and asked them to push Melinda May into his workroom.
- that is, the living room - and inject a sedative. Through the drone's perspective, Constantine saw Gemma Simmons holding a needle-free high-pressure syringe containing a full bottle of sedative against Melinda...
Mei's arm was continuously injected with several times the standard amount of medicine before Agent Mei calmed down.
"What's going on with Coulson? Isn't he afraid that Melinda May will die?" A very distinctive accent sounded in the Guards helmet earphones. "And that Radcliffe
Where did the Doctor come from? I remember this guy should still be serving time in prison!" said the voice, "You should just rush in and bring Melinda May back to the Eternal City now, instead of letting some mad scientist
And the AI took over! I didn’t leave him all those connections so he could lead S.H.I.E.L.D. and lick the congressman’s toes! Now he’s licking them as if they were cheese sticks! Damn it, damn it! S.H.I.E.L.D.
What used to be a neutral intelligence agency - at least it used to be - is now no different from the CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security! Damn it! I'm going to be laughed at for the rest of my life! After I die, Salomon will definitely
They will laugh at me in front of my tombstone and spit on my coffin!"
"Mr. Nick Fury, your mission is to deliver and analyze mission intelligence for me, not to instruct me to carry out missions. By the way, you will not have tombstones and coffins, because there is no cemetery in the Eternal City, only an ashes hall.
"Constantine's tone was calm, and he was not angry at all because of the noise made by the person on the other end of the earphone. Although he did not understand why the monarch would let the head of the once hostile intelligence department be his intelligence analyst, he still followed the monarch's instructions.
"The Praetorian Guard needs a little personal heroism" is the way of action. "Only the monarch has the authority to command me. Unless you want to go back to your cell and continue to eat mashed potatoes with protein, otherwise don't deviate from the mission. Also.
Yes, what is a cheese stick?"
"Motherfucker! Do you know that my ability to be an intelligence analyst is completely overkill!" Nick Fury was so angry that he wanted to throw down his headphones and step on it, but maybe today's share of whiskey was right in front of him, so he gave up.
This impulsive approach.
The room he is in is located on the middle floor of the tower dedicated to the Guards in the Eternal City. This is the only place he has permission to go to. There are many devices in the room and he can browse almost all the files of the intelligence department. Nick Fury can pass
The equipment in this room commands many intelligence analysts affiliated with the Guards. There is also a large window in front of the room. If you lean out, you can see the densely packed intelligence personnel sitting in front of the computer below. These intelligence analysts all have clean backgrounds.
Many people were born in the SHIELD Academy, and all wore hand-shaped shields with ribbons. There were no CIA agents, FBI agents or Skrulls who were fooled. Victoria Hand more than once
Having complained about the tyranny of the Praetorian Guards, Constantine did not say anything in advance every time he recruited people from the intelligence department. Many of the agents who joined the Praetorian Guards intelligence system never appeared again, as if they had completely disappeared into the Eternal City.
In the shadow cast.
This authority is not insignificant, but Nick Fury can only observe but cannot make decisions.
Guhui
As for a more mysterious department in the Guards intelligence system, no matter how much Nick Fury pries, he can't get to the bottom of it, but he can always receive clues from another department. Just like this time, Melinda...
May's name appeared on the small piece of paper that smelled of red electronic sealing wax and burnt protein. After scanning and confirming that the sealing wax came from that mysterious department, these intelligence agents under Nick Fury started without orders.
action.
At first, Victoria Hand and he both thought that Salomon would incorporate him into the intelligence service and make him Victoria Hand's subordinate - Salomon's magnanimity was obvious to all, and even Hydra could be exploited.
As for the reorganization part, Nick Fury, a like-minded guy, can do the same. Unless there are irreconcilable conflicts between the two parties, the Immortal City will actively accommodate all available talents. Even Nick Fury himself thinks so,
Even if he had objections to Salomon's methods, he could not deny the efficiency of the work and the accuracy of intelligence in the Eternal City. For this reason, he also gave up drinking. This was not easy, because the bars in the Eternal City sold whiskey.
They are all quite high-level - but in the end it was Constantine who took him away with the order of the monarch. The reason for this is also very simple, that is, the Praetorian Guards need the ability to think independently. Nick Fury, as an opponent of opinions, can
Giving the Praetorian Guard a very different view from Salomon's orders.
"That artificial intelligence cannot pose a threat for the time being." Constantine said, "I need to enter Dr. Radcliffe's house to install surveillance equipment. Help me intervene with the third assault team and the fourth reconnaissance team of the First Secret Regiment of Finbull Winter.
Team, I need someone to conduct surveillance on Dr. Radcliffe's residence."
"That's right! The third and fourth teams of the Finbul Winter First Secret Regiment have received orders and are ready to go with standard assault weapons! The first and second teams are about to follow the scientific researchers to the Pasadena Energy Laboratory
, the recovery work will begin in an hour. The Los Angeles police will be transferred out of the area by then, which will not affect the progress of the mission." Only then did Nick Fury regain a little sense of the past, "Where is Melinda May?
!When will you take her back to the Eternal City?"
"I won't do that," Constantine said, "I don't care about her. I just need to know her symptoms after being possessed by those spirits, and then compare them with the records of the medical system across the United States.
"
"You have implemented Salomon's rationality." Nick Fury muttered, "But at least he has a gentle side, what about you?"
Constantine didn't bother to answer this question. He closed the communication with Nick Fury and continued to stand here waiting for the Fimbull Winter combat team and agents to arrive in Los Angeles. Before the snipers arrived, he would sneak into the house.
Place the necessary equipment - although he is the only one in the Guards now, in the monarch's imagination, every Guardsman is an all-round talent. Constantine can directly hit the enemy commander like a spearhead on the battlefield, and also
He can sneak into the shadows silently and break other people's necks. He once did this to an alien noble. This is not difficult. The bones of Shi'ar nobles are very fragile, and so are those of humans.