Chapter 1354 Chapter 1350 Persuasion (Second update)

Due to prior warning, all ordinary staff who come into contact with Martian personnel wear three-proof protective clothing.

Constantine does not plan to take these soldiers and technicians to the station of the First Secret Regiment, but to place them in a hangar. Only there can prevent the high dose of radiation accidentally leaked by the Martian mechanical warriors from harming innocent people. Or, only there can be placed light armored targets made on Mars. In order to make sure nothing goes wrong, Constantine also asked Amon to summon people to clean the road from the royal city's apron to the warehouse to ensure that no radioactive dust drifted into the emperor's garden. Even the Martian sage proposed to interview the emperor. At that time, Constantine also directly told her that if the radioactive dust on the implants was not cleaned, they would have to stay here until the operation started.

Therefore, the Martian sage asked to install a sprinkler device in the hangar.

Constantine told the Martian sage that it would take at least half an hour for the equipment and cleaning agents to be ready. The Martian sage looked around and looked at the heavily-equipped cyborg slaves that were carrying materials into the hangar. The over-developed muscles and hydraulic devices allowed each servitor to carry cargo far exceeding the maximum weight that ordinary humans could bear. It did not realize that the Guards arranged these servitors to prevent ordinary people from being eroded by leaked radiation. In the Mars foundry, many failed products in artificial cultivation cabins, failed products in promotion courses, and criminals who committed serious crimes will be Transform into servitors to compensate the foundries for the nutrients, power, air and time they waste. In that red badland, all resources must be spent wisely.

"If I take over those servitors, the efficiency will increase by at least 15%." The Martian Sage paused for a few seconds, as if thinking about something. Then it added, "This is a suggestion, not a requirement. I didn't expect that flesh and blood could be so fragile and cannot withstand even a little radiation."

"I can see that you are very suitable for this task." Constantine walked out of the hangar without looking back, but he still included the communication between the sage and the mechanical soldier captain into the communication channel temporarily established for the operation. "Until the residual dose of radiation reaches an acceptable range for ordinary humans, you will not be able to leave the hangar."

"But the equipment we brought needs maintenance and cannot be cleaned simply and roughly!" The sage almost jumped out of the scope of activities designated by Constantine. Upon noticing this, the Guards immediately stopped. The power armor joint servo received the electrical signal from the neuron controller and began to turn according to the body of the Guards.

"Those of you who don't understand the beauty of machinery..."

"According to Olympus Power Succession and Motion Agreement 2-2-103, I accept the temporary command of the Emperor's Guards." The leader of the mechanical soldiers interrupted the Martian sage's intention to continue, and lit up his voice first. The machine speaks. "Alpha-Bronze 02 will retain secondary command. The chain of command has been adjusted." He sent out a signal pulse, and all the cyborg soldiers behind him all neatly grasped their rifles, muzzles pointed downward. The tilt angle, height from the ground, etc. of all firearms can be accurate to four digits after the decimal point. "Standby."

Constantine hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded and directed the staff to close the explosion-proof door of the hangar.

"You should obey me." The Martian sage complained in binary language, "I just haven't been promoted to an official sage yet. When I complete the project, I will receive promotion procedures and surgeries."

The mechanical soldier didn't answer. It really starts to standby, unless the Martian sage overrides it and forces it to turn on.

The operation took place ten hours later, during which time agents from the Defense Intelligence Agency were required to conduct extended surveillance of Dr. Radcliffe's residence and institute. At the same time, a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent also took a specially modified stealth Quinjet to a secret prison placed overseas and found Maria Hill who was placed here. If it weren't for the ubiquitous cameras and automatic weapons platforms, the natural beauty of this uninhabited island far away from international cargo routes would be enough to make people think it was a resort rather than a prison.

When the agent found the target, Maria Hill was wearing sunglasses and enjoying the sunbathing on her back. Next to her were several bottles of sunscreen and a glass of tropical fruit mixed juice cocktail filled with ice cubes. A woman with only the upper body Bionic machines are constantly experimenting with every possible way to mix drinks.

“The cocktails that thing made at first were terrible.” Even though she didn’t see it, Maria Hill still said, “It’s much better now, but I always feel like it’s making trial and error based on my feedback. Stupid Exhaustive method."

"Your leave is over, Agent Hill."

"Have you found Nick Fury?" Maria Hill lowered her sunglasses and looked at the agent from above the frame, "About the Skrulls?"

"No, it's just over for now. We found Agent Coulson and his team." The former SHIELD agent sat down next to Maria Hill. However, the latter was unwilling to share the beach mat with him, so he could only sit on the warm sand. "Now they are in trouble. They are dealing with something they do not understand, and it is very likely to cause the disaster to expand. But you also know that Agent Coulson will never trust the Emperor. He is abandoning the responsibility that SHIELD agents should have." While being efficient, he also abandoned the caution that SHIELD agents should have. He is now a vigilante, not an agent."

"You can solve problems with force, can't you?"

"Yes, we really want to use force to solve the problem. After all, we have the ability." The former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent said with a complicated face, "But the Emperor admires the humanity and courage shown by Agent Coulson, and he does not want to kill himself Old friend. Agent Coulson may have done something wrong, but now he is still guilty of his crime. What's worse is that Agent Coulson may have turned to the newly established S.H.I.E.L.D. by the U.S. Congress. The Emperor is extremely worried. It may be handed over to the U.S. government... Do you remember what happened at the [Cold Storage] Research Facility? The Guards Commander told me that that thing was even bigger than the electronic document stored in the [Cold Storage] Research Facility. Ten thousand times scarier.”

Maria Hill did not speak, but hugged her knees and looked at the blue-grey sea in the distance.

Her life here was quite relaxed, and the emperor and former colleague Victoria Hand gave her enough privacy and did not install cameras in dressing rooms, bedrooms, toilets, etc. to humiliate her. It's not that she can't feel the entanglement between the Emperor and Nick Fury, she just doesn't want to get involved. Victoria Hand also knew this, so she was given a house arrest that was comparable to a vacation. Even the food and drinks she enjoyed were extremely expensive. Apart from being unable to contact the outside world, it was no different from a vacation. .

"This satellite phone can only dial a specific number." The former SHIELD agent stood up and patted the gravel on his black trousers. "If you think about it, just press the button and we'll send someone to pick you up. But please do it as soon as possible if you want Agent Phil Coulson, Agent Melinda May, Agent Daisy Johnson to survive .”

As he walked toward the Quinjet that landed not far away, the transponder on the plane rang. He turned his head to look at the almost white beach under the sun. Maria Hill had long disappeared. Only the robot at the beach bar was still making one cup after another of novel tropical cocktails.

"The right choice." He stood on the ramp and turned to look at the sea. Who would have thought that beneath the sea near this island is a research base and missile launch base belonging to the emperor. He pressed the communicator in his hand, "I just hope you can change your clothes quickly, Agent Hill."

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