I once calculated for the soldiers that before they became famous, they risked being shot every day to earn six pence. - Charles Dibdin (British dramatist and composer.)
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Although Coles' home is not very big, it has eight rooms on two floors. He usually lives alone, so it is indeed empty, but even if there are three more people, it will not feel empty.
How crowded.
"Mr. Edward, this is your room!"
Coles opened the door, and a cleaned room appeared in front of Edward. Although it was not very luxurious, it was still very good compared to ordinary small hotels.
"Thank you very much!" Edward nodded and said, "I'm very satisfied." However, except for the newly issued briefcase, there was no salute on his body. For this, he also had to "thank" the town's police chief, old Charlie.
Thinking of old Charlie, Edward couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart.
If it were not for the constraints of the "First Constitution of Superpowers", he could not attack ordinary people, otherwise the central computer would lock him based on the energy fluctuations of the superpowers, and report it to Charter Glory to handle the matter, and he would have taken action to kill him long ago.
Charlie is such a bastard.
"This son of a bitch!" Edward was so angry that his teeth were itching. His dozen or so brothers all died miserably because of him!
According to a brief understanding, the Charter Glory that I have seen before has much more powers than the police in the ordinary world. It is even more powerful than those special institutions. At least those institutions in ordinary society,
There is no teleporter unit, one of the three major superpower special forces of the Earth Federation!
Who can not be afraid of a group of guys who can come to you anytime, anywhere, leave at any time, and are equipped with high-tech weapons? I am afraid that even the Queen with her endless Zerg army would not dare to let these guys know her secret easily.
coordinate.
"Mr. Edward, you can no longer attack ordinary people."
Coles, who was standing by, saw the anger in Edward's heart, and couldn't help but tried to persuade him: "Even if you use ordinary people's means to kill your enemies, you still violated the first constitution of superpowers and will be tracked and traced by the central computer."
Edward forced a smile and indicated that he understood: "Thank you, Coles, I know."
Seeing Edward still on the bed, Coles shrugged, hesitated for a moment and said: "Actually, Charter Glory will solve some ordinary social issues for you." He paused, and then said softly: "No matter it is
Whether it's money or human life, they will solve it for those with superpowers."
"What do you mean?" Edward raised his upper body and looked at Coles and said.
Coles touched the tip of his nose, looked left and right, and made sure that no one could continue to speak secretly: "Although the First Constitution restricts people with superpowers, how come they don't have privileges as a high-end class in human evolution?"
"For example, the millions of dollars that were given to me directly?"
Edward tilted his neck, thinking thoughtfully. He raised his eyelids, looked at the ceiling and said slowly: "In other words, old Charlie, the enemy who tried to kill me before, is going to be in big trouble?!"
"Well, either he was found to have taken bribes or he was found to have been involved in a life-threatening lawsuit."
Coles smiled and looked very disdainful: "This kind of people can only engage in conspiracy, but if they offend superpowers, they threaten the safety of the earth." Looking at Edward, Coles continued:
"Actually, this is the privilege of people with super powers, but it is in the glorious hands of the Charter."
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"Dang Dang Dang"
When Edward slowly opened his eyes, the sky became slightly brighter. He looked at the time and saw that it was already five o'clock the next morning. There was a gentle knock on the wooden door, and it was Coles.
"Mr. Edward, are you up already?" Coles knocked lightly on the door. Hearing the sound of dressing inside, he reminded: "The transport plane will leave in one and a half hours."
Taking a deep breath, Edward quickly put on the suit prepared for him by SHIELD, picked up his sunglasses, looked at them, shook his head slightly, put them in his right breast pocket, and opened the door gently.
"Mr. Edward, breakfast has been ordered."
Coles also restored the appearance of a handsome man in a suit. Different from Edward's tough and sunny face, he had a youthful vitality and optimism. He smiled and raised his eyebrows, pointing back with his thumb: "
Definitely the most authentic Italian breakfast!”
The croissant and a cup of strong bitter coffee made Edward's eyes twitch slightly, but he had to agree: "It is indeed..."
The hard bread made Edward feel like a stone. The slightly rough flour was obviously over-baked, otherwise it would not be called a croissant. He gently tore off a piece and watched Coles eating it deliciously, but Edward obviously
No appetite at all.
"It's very delicious." Coles nodded and said, looking at Edward's difficulty in swallowing, he was a little surprised and said: "Mr. Edward, don't these suit your taste?"
Edward smiled bitterly. Not only did it not suit his taste, it should be said that it didn't suit the taste of most Americans and Chinese people. He gently put down the small silver spoon of coffee, picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and said politely: "No.
, I’m just a little nervous in the face of the upcoming war.”
Coles nodded in agreement, looking at the delicious food in front of him with regret, but he wiped his mouth, stood up and said, "Then I'd better take you to the airport. After all, it's better to go early."
With that said, Coles took out his car keys and quickly walked to the garage outside the house. After a while, a unique-looking car was driven out. He waved from the driver's seat: "Ready to go!"
"The airport is near Warrior Avenue and can be reached in about thirty minutes."
Coles shook the steering wheel twice, stepped on the brake with some regret, turned on the accelerator and drove forward: "Compared to those Autobots in Transformers, our transportation tools are really tools and cannot be called
For the sake of life, our technology is really terrible compared to theirs!"
"They are a mechanical civilization, a unique mechanical life. They are not on the same technological tree as us." Edward shook his head, not seeming to care much. So what can even the most powerful Transformers do? Hundreds of nuclear bombs can blast it.
Level them.
Moreover, according to previous knowledge, the home planet of this group of Transformers, "Cybertron," has long ceased operations, which also shows that their technology tree has no longer developed, and has even begun to decline due to lack of necessary energy and materials.
Although they can be a powerful force on earth, their advantages will only become less and less in the face of human beings' powerful learning ability.
The Avenue of Warriors is not any currently known road, and even some high-ranking government officials have no knowledge of this road. However, for people with super powers, this road is famous.
Because the only hyperspace teleporter on the planet is at the end of the Avenue of Warriors!
Whenever an interstellar war begins and foreign enemies invade the solar system, the hundreds of thousands of troops that quickly gather from the Avenue of Warriors to the vicinity of the Chronograph, and the neat scene of huge crowds of people, is simply the most powerful symbol!
"The airport has arrived."
Looking at the huge building, an umbrella-shaped logo was spray-painted there. Coles nodded with satisfaction, pointed to the huge transport plane rising from time to time inside, and said proudly: "The crystallization of earth's technology, at present,
The most advanced transport aircraft can reach any place on the earth within 24 hours!"
“Umbrella Company…”
Looking at the huge transport plane, it had a silver appearance with a streamlined fuselage, a pair of internal spiral wings on the wide sides for lift, and the huge three-color umbrella pattern on the belly, which shocked him because he
Countless images of it have already appeared in my mind.
Because of this symbol, he is even more familiar on earth. In the science fiction genre, the global disaster caused by the leakage and spread of a biochemical virus made a movie extremely famous - Resident Evil!
Hearing Edward's muttered words, Coles turned his head slightly and said in agreement: "Yes, the giants of biochemical technology and one of the main forces of our planet, the Biochemical Legion, were created by them."
"Sure enough..." Although it is different from the movie I watched in my previous life, Umbrella Company's biochemical research is still the most powerful in this world. Not only did there not be a virus like the Resident Evil that swept the world, but it also successfully borrowed biochemical research
Technology formed a powerful biochemical army.
"Although this airport belongs to Umbrella Company, SHIELD also has the right to expropriate it during wartime."
Coles explained, pointing to another airport behind him, his face full of pride as a member of S.H.I.E.L.D.: "Even Stark International, which developed this kind of transport aircraft, must be protected by God during the war.
The Shield dispatches and transports soldiers and supplies."
"Stark International Corporation?" Edward smiled slightly, and it was another familiar name. In the famous science fiction movie "Iron Man" in his previous life, the technology company where the protagonist worked. And the company is probably most famous for its arms sales and
The steel suit.
According to our understanding, it seems that another famous legion on Earth, the Mechanical Legion, was also built by Stark International. However, with the powerful combat effectiveness of the steel suits in the previous movies, there is no reason why they cannot bloom with dazzling glory in this world.
"but…"
Edward looked at the huge transport planes rising from time to time in the sky, the dazzling protective umbrella pattern, and some of the things he had learned before, and he always felt weird in his heart: "What kind of world have I come to?"
Touching the hard stubble on his chin, Edward waved goodbye to Coles and strode towards the airport. Even so, he had nothing to fear. He held his hand tightly, and the first thought came to his mind.
When he entered the system bar once, Jessica told him: "Call of Duty" does not only have these conventional abilities...
PS: The first volume can be said to have ended like this, cough cough, but I still ask for recommendations.
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