Chapter 1330 Dhaulagiri (Second update)

The higher you go, the thinner the oxygen content in the air.

The suspended flying car is equipped with comfortable seats and constant temperature air conditioning, which completely isolates the terrible low temperature and low pressure brought by the snow-capped mountains and plateaus. Through the picture window, passengers saw the sunlight pouring out from the other side of the mountain. After a few heartbeats, it was swallowed up by the shadows. The howling wind once again slapped the transparent armored glass, sticking to the glass and refusing to leave. The pilot barely managed to stabilize the flight path of the hovercraft in the sudden strong wind, keeping it away from the sharp rock wall. Following the guidance of the lights that were constantly shining on the ground, he landed on an apron surrounded by a large number of lights in the vast snow.

Supiluliumas held the halberd tightly and stood next to the black cliff covered with heavy snow. He looked down at the hovercraft rising from the darkness cast by the valley, and the blue flames ejected by the turbine propeller melted the thin film below. The accumulated snow and ice raised a large sheet of hot steam mixed with ice and snow. This mountain peak is an out-and-out death zone for explorers. Even if they spend $20,000 to find five Sherpas, they may not be able to stand on this rock alive.

The hovercraft landed on the black rock apron that was carved out. When this modified civilian equipment lowered the gangway and passengers, Supiluliumas stepped forward, accompanied by two cyborgs armed with heavy weapons. However, he never thought that this was a necessary move. After all, there were many anti-aircraft missiles arranged here. If he planned to use heavy explosive bombs or melta guns when counterattacking, it would be too late.

"Welcome to Dhaulagiri, Ms. Hand." His voice, amplified by the communication grille, was calm, steady, and like all Janissaries, had little emotion. But Supiluliumas still tried to make himself happy, after all, he hadn't seen anyone since he was injured. "This is the seventh highest mountain in the world. You are wearing too few clothes." He held Victoria Hand's arm firmly to prevent her from slipping due to the re-condensed melting snow. The strong wind here was enough to blow her to the bottom of the cliff. . The guard's voice penetrated the wind and snow, "The northwest cold cyclone can make the temperature here as low as -60 degrees Celsius. If possible, please let me lead you."

Victoria Hand stuffed her mouth into the collar of her winter suit to keep the cold air from drying out her lungs.

The goggles protected her eyes in the snowflakes flying like knives, but they also caused her to lose sight of the scene in front of her. Fortunately, Supiluliumas led her onto the opened channel. The moment she escaped from the hands of the snow-white devil, she felt like a drowning survivor. She had been to many places with harsh environments, and this place definitely ranked high on the list.

The location where she stood was a rock wall passage with traces of artificial excavation. Not only was the rock wall very regular and smooth, it also seemed to be powered by electricity. The brightness and power consumption of the lighting facilities were very stable. She took off her goggles and looked back at the two white spots of light that were walking into the darkness. After a while, two servitors holding weapons staggered over from the snow.

Victoria Hand turned her head away from the lobe-removed horrors in disgust. She is in urgent need of a topic to ease her behavior. She does not think that the Janissaries cannot detect the movements close at hand. There are even rumors (especially in Kosovo) that the Janissaries will appear anywhere, just as the emperor summons them. ghost. Even Victoria Hand had to admit that this superstition helped a lot, especially when she understood why the Praetorian Guards' armor was so gorgeous.

"I thought this was a weather station! When did you open this place?"

"Secret," Supiluliumas said. As the air-tight gate gradually closed, blocking the wind and snow from the heavy alloy door and the negative pressure gradually disappeared, Victoria Hand finally breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't a good feeling to see another Praetorian Guard, and she was forcing herself to get used to it. But she was sure that if these genetically modified warriors didn't slow down and wait for others to catch up, she would never get used to this speed. "This is indeed a weather station, but meteorological observation is only part of its function."

"Another secret! Constantine promised me that he would allow me to know all the secrets I need. So I spent five hours across the world just to listen to another lie?" Victoria Hand gritted her teeth, her cheeks cold The numbness greatly reduced her articulation efficiency. "According to the authority granted by the emperor, it is necessary for you to explain everything here to me, isn't it?"

"You cannot know the answer to this question." Supiluliumas remained calm, "The permissions you have obtained do not include this information."

"What can I know?" Victoria Hand could even smell the stone dust as the industrial freight elevator started. The two servitors holding heavy weapons did not follow, which made her greatly relieved, but the guards around her still put a lot of pressure on her. The head of the National Defense Intelligence Department squeezed out a voice from his throat, "I am the Emperor's Minister of Intelligence, not a servant of the Imperial Guard. Don't even think about playing tricks on me!"

Supiluliumas glanced down at her and decided not to refute her argument.

The Emperor would give power to those who understood his ideas, for he repeated more than once that the country did not belong to him. It is true that without the emperor, there would be no current Latvinia. The stability of the entire Balkan Peninsula and even Europe is all related to him. The emperor is not willing to leave the process of the world in the hands of the mob, so he chooses a dictatorship, even among the civil servants. He had to do everything before he could take over the job, but this did not mean that the emperor regarded Latvinia as his own private property.

His goal is to guide humanity toward a future of rational science, not to sit on a throne.

Victoria Hand was the person to whom the Emperor was willing to give power. She is mean, calm, serious, has extensive experience in intelligence work, and more importantly, she agrees with the emperor's ideals. Even if they don't all agree, it is still valuable in the eyes of the emperor. He believes that Victoria Hand is qualified to go further and learn more about his vision for the future of mankind and clarify the difficulties and threats that the human race will face.

"There is a thermonuclear power plant buried in the mountain here, which can supply all consumption from domestic electricity to work electricity. You can't know when this place was established, nor where the people who work here come from. Your task is to The 13 deep space monitoring satellites have been included in the regular intelligence observation sequence. Only your authority can do this, so I need to formally transfer the intelligence acquisition authority of those 13 satellites to you..."

Supiluliumas felt it necessary to repeat what he said next, because Victoria Hand was obviously distracted. She was startled by the vastness and neatness of the underground space. The regular support pillars stabilized the rock formations so that ordinary people working here would not be crushed to death by the rocks. A long light strip extends from the entrance of the freight elevator to the depths. A giant alloy gate comes into view. A large number of missile vehicles are parked in the corner. The soldiers coming and going are all wearing void combat uniforms and holding high-power lasers. arms. Victoria Hand discovered that the ordinary people working here had various skin colors. She was certain that these people had nothing to do with the former S.H.I.E.L.D., and the origins of these people were all a mystery.

"...I hope you have selected the experts to work here. As long as you give me the list, the Praetorian Order will bring those people here. If you are willing, you can give me the list now, and I will The next step of review will be carried out.”

"Are we going there?" she asked, pointing to the silver gate in the distance. "Is this the weather station control panel?"

"That is the satellite console, our destination." Supiluliumas said, "Now it is time to show you the work that our Lord carried out before the establishment of Latovinia."

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