There are too many people to rely on. To survive, you can only rely on yourself. - Napoleon Bonaparte (the ruler of the First Republic of France and the emperor of the First Empire of France.)
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"That's all?" It was said to be a document, but it was just a piece of paper with phrases printed on it. Looking at the information on it, Edward spread his hands: "Hey, Colonel, the problem is, my pen is on
where?"
The colonel took a sip of coffee, smiled and shrugged: "Uh-huh, you just need to answer~"
He raised the pen in his hand and wrote a string of dates on the paper, and to his surprise, the same numbers appeared on Edward's piece of paper.
"Nanorobots arrange and transmit paper." The colonel curled his lips and continued to write on his piece of paper with a pen: "But I am not a scientist, and I don't know much about these things."
He raised his head with a mysterious look on his face: "You just need to know that this is very convenient!"
Before he finished speaking, the weird colonel in front of him burst out laughing: "Oh, I like this kind of useless invention, although I don't know why."
"Yes."
Edward smiled unnaturally. The colonel in front of him was really too much for him. He even felt that the colonel in front of him was as neurotic as if he had been suppressed for a long time.
"Oh oh oh, young man."
The ballpoint pen in the colonel's hand stopped for a moment. He raised his head and looked at Edward with amusement in his eyes: "It is not a polite thing to slander others in your heart, well, and you also slander in front of that person."
"What?"
Edward immediately stood up with his eyes wide open, looking at the colonel's smiling face, looking incredible: "Can you see my thoughts?" He pointed at the colonel tremblingly, this ability was simply terrifying.
"Well, the brain emits static electricity when it thinks, and sometimes it overflows a little bit."
The colonel shrugged, sat comfortably on the chair and tapped the table with a ballpoint pen, beckoning Edward to sit down: "Hey young man, this is one of my superpowers, well, you can ignore it, because it can only feel things without defense.
people."
"But it's really a powerful ability." Edward smiled dryly and sat back in his chair, but he didn't dare to continue thinking.
The colonel quickly filled up the first half of the document and then began to ask: "Okay, Mr. Edward, please tell me what your main superpower is." He circled a circle on the paper and asked Edward to place it on the opposite paper.
You can also see clearly.
"My superpower?"
Edward touched his chin. His ability was of course the summoning ability brought about by time travel. Based on the huge damage he suffered before, he was gasping for air. Obviously, he also brought the magical skill in "Call of Duty": injured breathing, and attached it.
on one's own body.
"Oh, if you count them all, you should have a lot of small abilities..."
Touching his nose, Edward suddenly remembered that his physical strength recovered extremely quickly. After a short sprint, it would often take a few seconds before he could continue sprinting. Now it seems that this should be one of the benefits brought by the game.
.
"Well, I'd love to know!" The colonel raised his chin and motioned for Edward to continue.
"My ability should be to quickly restore physical strength and accelerate physical healing." These are all bugs reasonably arranged by the game company, and it is these functions that make the "Call of Duty" series more interesting.
Edward tapped his forehead and added: "Of course, there are no ordinary injuries, does this count?" He didn't know whether those biological and chemical weapons were effective on him, but in the game system, the characters he controlled would be attacked by poisonous gas, so
It should not be so perverted as to be able to resist biological and chemical weapons.
"Well, these abilities can make you one of the most elite special soldiers!" The colonel waved his hand and said with a smile: "Although it is very powerful, it is not enough for our central system to evaluate your superpower as A+."
Edward tilted his head and smiled: "Of course, I still have the main superpower." He touched his nose, with a certain look on his eyebrows: "Well, I plan to call it: Arsenal."
"arsenal?"
The colonel looked at Edward with some interest and wrote down the phrase arsenal. He raised his hand: "It's a very interesting name. Please continue, Mr. Edward."
Edward sorted out his thoughts and said: "I can use some mysterious energy to summon things that exist in our reality." He paused, kneaded his eyebrows twice, and said softly: "Well, whether it's military or military
Life, I can summon many, even living people."
"For example...?" The colonel said softly with a slightly serious expression.
"I can easily summon the American standard rifle M4A1. If the mysterious energy is enough, I can even summon the M1A2 main battle tank!"
Edward nodded confidently. He knocked on the table a few times and seemed very sure: "Even the Marines and Delta Force can be summoned by me, even the kind of battlefield killers who kill countless people like those in movies!"
"Is there a quantity limit?"
The colonel no longer laughed and cursed, but had a serious and indifferent face. The glorious and rigorous side of the charter was immediately revealed, and he even maximized the value of it.
"Colonel, if I have energy, I can even summon a tank division for you in the shortest time!"
Without much rhetoric, Edward leaned forward, looked at the colonel's slightly widened eyes, and said word by word: "I dare say that they are no different from real tank divisions!"
"It's surprising!" The colonel took a deep breath and quickly wrote on the document with the ballpoint pen in his hand. After writing for a while, he raised his head and looked at Edward and said: "This super power, I can even say it is
This is my first time seeing you." He tapped his head with a ballpoint pen: "I have to report it to my superiors."
Looking at the dense fonts on the document in front of him, Edward hesitated for a moment, then continued: "Of course, if the energy is enough..." He looked at the colonel's face and said softly: "Even a tactical nuclear bomb will have to be more or less powerful.
How many!"
"Oh, God!"
The colonel looked at Edward in surprise. Even the ballpoint pen that he was writing quickly paused for a moment. Nuclear bombs are already one of the most sophisticated weapons of mankind. Even the most powerful superpowers are not prepared to face nuclear bombs.
If you don't have enough strength, you will kneel down immediately in three seconds. (The author is just complaining)
"Of course, all prerequisites are based on whether the energy is sufficient."
Looking at the colonel's surprised face, Edward still shook his head and said with some confusion: "But now, I can only summon some small rifles in the arsenal."
"Well, compared to tanks and tactical nuclear bombs, these require very little energy." Edward gestured, trying to make it clearer: "For example, M9 pistol, Winchester 1887 shotgun, etc.
Yes, even hundreds of thousands of them cannot compare with the energy required by a tactical nuclear bomb."
"What a pity..."
The colonel's brows furrowed tightly. He looked at Edward and pondered for a moment: "Then what is that energy?"
"I don't know." Edward answered simply and neatly. He couldn't just say that killing a person would get 100 points, right? This was simply nonsense. Besides, it was a time traveler's secret, and he didn't want to let it out.
"But I discovered that if I kill an enemy, then I gain part of the mysterious energy."
There was obvious disappointment on the colonel's face, but Edward added: "I can feel that energy flowing through my body. This has happened many times!"
"Very good! I will report it!"
The colonel stood up, carefully put the documents in his briefcase, came to Edward and shook his hand tightly: "I'm glad you can join this world, Mr. Edward, and then others will arrange everything about SHIELD for you.
." The colonel nodded and smiled: "I'm sorry for taking up fifteen minutes of your time."
"No, it's okay!"
Edward stood up and shook his head, holding hands with the colonel tightly. Compared with the two previous members of the Charter Glory, the man codenamed colonel in front of him made it easier for him to adapt, at least he didn't have to worry about being left alone.
"Then, it will be a pleasure to see you again in the future."
The colonel took two steps back, took out his sunglasses from his chest and put them on his eyes. He opened his hands and fell backwards. A gust of wind suddenly appeared around him, dragging his whole body into the air and blooming with thousands of waves.
White light, then turned into silence.
"Mr. Colonel is an A+ level teleporter. He can go wherever he wants."
Behind him, the man in the suit quietly appeared again, smiled at Edward's stunned face and explained: "This ability to teleport is S-class potential. If it weren't for some reasons, the colonel might have already become an S-class strongman.
.”
"Teleporter?"
Edward frowned slightly. He felt it was very familiar, as if he had heard of it somewhere. He shook his head and smiled secretly at his own carelessness. How long had he been exposed to this unknown world of superpowers? How did he know these powerful superpowers?
?
"Mr. Edward, it's time for us to go to SHIELD."
The man in a suit stood at the door and waved, and Edward shrugged and followed. Becoming a superpower also requires a lot of work. After all, when you gain great power, you will also lose your inner bottom line, and it is also necessary to take precautions.
After almost ten minutes of riding in the elevator, Edward discovered that he had arrived at a parking lot-like place. Several soldiers holding M4A1s were standing at the gate and in several important places. From time to time, a Black Hawk helicopter roared.
It just flew by at low altitude, kicking up bursts of dust.
"Our car is right in front." The man in the suit pointed to a garage on the left, took out the electronic key to the garage, and said with a smile, "I think you will be surprised."
Edward raised his eyebrows: "A very expensive car?"
"Let's go in and take a look!" The man in the suit said with a mysterious smile, reaching out to turn on the switch, and the garage door slowly rose.
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PS: Guess what will appear? I would say XXOO! Gaga~ I won’t spoil it!
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