Chapter 630 Evacuation of Civilians (Part 1)

"Warning? I haven't heard any warning, miss. Salomon agrees with my plan..."

"Okay, Stark, don't talk about it now." Steve Rogers, whose face was covered with dust, looked at the robots everywhere and grinned, "Ms. Tita, I saw you have some Airplanes, can you use them to bring civilians to the aircraft carrier? I know what Salomon thinks, he will never allow the lives of civilians to be wasted for no reason. Please, take as many people as you can. "

"Take it away? No, death is an inevitable outcome." Ultron's voice came out through the broken robot speaker next to Steve Rogers, and through the mouths of all the robots that hadn't been destroyed or hadn't been completely destroyed. It can see everything and hear everything, and those robots are its limbs and its tongue. "Avengers, your rise is only to fall, you are my meteorite, my sharp blade, your failure will destroy the entire earth." The mechanized synthesized voice carried pain that ordinary people could not understand, "Clear me from the Internet, Let the life I made betray me. Harmony doesn't matter though, because when the dust settles, the only thing left will be the Man of Steel."

"Oh, you're in big trouble, kid." Stark, who was familiar with Salomon's ideas, smiled. He fattened around the floating Sokovia, and Friday had resolved the structure of the Ultron-made drill. The spontaneous energy source of vibration gold not only becomes the core of this drilling rig, but also bears the moment between the core spiral tower and other parts of the drilling rig. Ultron uses the magnetic field of the vibration gold movement to turn the land of Sokovia Kneaded together.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, Tita's voice reached the ears of all the Avengers.

"Although the task given to us by the monarch is to destroy Ultron, I don't allow anyone to destroy the ideal of the monarch." Tita said in a cold voice, "Assault transport ships have limited loading capacity, and we cannot take everyone away. The special operations team Civilians will be evacuated, but before Sokovia reaches a certain altitude, the macro artillery arrays of the Crossrose, Lily and Retribution will completely destroy the city."

Although the command of the special operations team belongs to the intelligence department, the Sisterhood can urgently mobilize these forces in this operation. All it takes is a formality, or in other words, a superficial formality and an order from the interior department. Procedures are very important. Only a stable and clear administrative system can maintain the operation of the entire organization, which is what Salomon has always advocated.

"Children and women." The captain took a deep breath, "This is the bottom line."

"I'll try my best. The special operations team will use bullets to maintain order." Tita didn't promise.

She hung up the comm, and issued orders to the combat team through the ship's chain of command. The special warfare teams that originally followed the sisterhood for fire support and reconnaissance retreated in an orderly manner, withdrew from the battlefield of the exchange of fire one after another, and spontaneously formed temporary task teams according to the level of the command system. At the same time, the assault transport boats hovering above the Sisterhood also evacuated alternately with loud roars, and began escort missions. There were no more than 30 members of the Sisterhood advancing toward the city center from three directions, but the sudden drop in firepower at the front did not affect the combat effectiveness and morale of the Sisterhood. Except for the squad responsible for heavy firepower, the combatants of the other Sisterhood were all excited He activated the chainsaw sword in his hand, intending to use this brutal and efficient weapon for hand-to-hand combat. Even if the weapons carried by the Iron Legion can cause damage to the weak points of the power armor, they are willing to use close combat and let the enemy's oil be splashed on them.

The bright red eyepieces make them look like a group of bloodthirsty lunatics, and their neat tactical movements make them more like a group of skilled butchers. But the Iron Legion will not be afraid. Only civilians can feel fear here.

"Back." Tatyana pushed away a Sokovia policeman who was huddled behind the scrapped car, and then stepped on the robot whose head had just popped out of the ground with her steel high heels. The deafening gunshots and the hot bullet casings seemed to bring back the policeman's sanity. He grabbed his useless small pistol in a panic, and ran to the outskirts of the city without looking back. It’s unbelievable that this city still has the profession of police, but Tatyana is not in the mood to think about why this person hasn’t evacuated to the edge of the city—now the entire city’s civilians are running around like a flock of panicked ducks, and the shooting lines of the sisterhood Often blocked by civilians rushing out. If you can evacuate some surrounding civilians as much as possible, it will help the Sisterhood's operations.

"That's Hawkeye Clint." She reported what she saw and heard to the squad leader Catherine through the communication system in the helmet, "He only has one bow, and the efficiency is too low. Doesn't he plan to bring a gun? Or a sword?"

"Just like I don't know why the grandstanding superhero wears tights, I don't know why he doesn't use a gun. Maybe it's for recognizability, but you've seen people shouting ' Hawkeye help'?" Catherine's voice echoed through the roar of the chainsword to all the squad members, and her sense of humor elicited chuckles from some of the girls. But to outsiders, the women in power armor sounded like nothing more than a ticking electronic noise. This battle is not difficult. For the androids who have experienced the attack on Langley Air Force Base, the robots made of inferior metals by Ultron are no more difficult to deal with than armored vehicles. They don't need much heavy fire support at all.

After this fight, even a rookie can add a few killmarks to his bolter.

When the scattered laughter died away, Catherine continued to issue orders in a brisk tone.

"Advance another 200 meters in the direction of 11 o'clock." She glanced at the radar image displayed on the screen, "The monarch's little baby just killed a few robots, and we are going to pick him up."

"I heard that the monarch intends to create a group of Janissaries. Are they going to take our place?" Ever since the Janissaries experiment started, some artificial humans have been worried that the new Janissaries will take away their place in the Monarch's heart. Location. Although no one dared to ask Salomon this question, this topic is a frequent visitor to the nightly conversations of the sisterhood. Both human girls and artificial people will talk about it. Even Tatyana, who has not joined the sisterhood for a long time, pricked up her ears carefully listen.

Catherine scoffed at the idea.

She knew of the golden armor stored in the underground warehouse, but that didn't mean the Praetorians could replace the Sisterhood.

"It will never be possible," she said. "Our soul connection with the monarch is not comparable to that of ordinary people. We are the daughters of the monarch. We love him and he loves us. Also, don't you know how much the monarch doesn't like genetic modification This kind of thing? Hurry up and execute the mission, this genetically engineered baby is the latest achievement in the biological laboratory, I don't want to be nagged by Maya Hansen. If someone can do it, it should be Commander Tita."

A girl whistled.

"I also think that the monarch is really attractive! Don't you want to do this, Catherine?" The girls who have experienced tragic fate are not shy about talking about this issue, but artificial humans are different. The smile on Catherine's face faded away. She fires a shot and hits a robot that is about to sneak up on Wanda Maximoff - a woman who is also related to the Monarch and is a must-have target if necessary. She ignored Wanda's thanks and turned around to reprimand the girls.

"Shut up! We're on a mission!"

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