Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1021 Chapter Space Station Press Corps (First Update)
War correspondents staggered out of the cabin with a sour smell of vomit, and what awaited them was a long tunnel.The gray-black ceiling made of alloy and the floor have three rows of bright white light tubes extending from the entrance to the interior. The thick airlock door is tightly closed, completely separating them from the cold vacuum.However, this protective measure is not perfect. The pressurized and heated artificial air is filled with the smell of ozone emitted by the disinfection machine. However, after an hour of extreme turbulence, all war reporters agree that this is far worse than the sour smell in the cabin. The air is much better.

All war correspondents are used to running around the earth in aircraft, but this time they had a completely different experience in this windowless aircraft: at first they were all pressed tightly on the seats by the speed of the aircraft, unable to move. Then the aircraft climbed violently, making everyone's hearts lifted.The overly straightforward way of climbing made it unbearable for everyone, until they floated up from the seat, some people began to vomit violently because they couldn't bear it.What followed was a chain reaction. Even if the pressure maintenance system and air circulation system on the aircraft worked hard, the sour smell could not be completely eliminated.

Some even cried because of the embarrassment of this embarrassment.

When they fell into the seat again due to gravity, everyone looked terrible, like a stray dog ​​in a mess on a rainy day, smelling like garbage.Some people saw the journey as a humiliation, just like the attitude of the Rebels towards war reporters, it was their deliberate behavior; others thought they had discovered the truth, because the purpose of the journey of more than an hour The gravity of the ground seems to be slightly lower than that of the earth, and even after suffering from physical torture, they can still walk briskly down the ramp hatch (not all of them left voluntarily, some reporters pointed at gunpoint at the escort soldiers. only willing to leave the aircraft when the brain is open).

Waiting outside the cabin ramp were five soldiers in black flak armor, gas masks, and crimson goggles. Technology laser weapon.All the common sense they have seen seems to have no effect on the Latvinian Rebels. When they are close to the answer, they are constantly moving away from the answer because of their own inherent thinking-there is no fanatical religious superstition, no race and The language barrier, everything seems to imply that this is a very modern organization, which is very different from those organizations supported by the CIA in the Middle East or Afghanistan - one of the soldiers in the black armor first opened his mouth to the escort soldiers , His voice is very inhuman after being isolated by the fully enclosed mask, but his tone is full of liveliness, this weird feeling makes people very uncomfortable. "Sergeant Fabian, did you get into a fight with a feral cat in the dump?" he said. "You don't have to be a bum to get enough to eat, you know."

"Shut up, these guys are yours!" The escorting soldier didn't have a good face, and he didn't know whether it was because of his friend's ridicule or he also suffered from the torture of the aircraft.Even so, he completed the handover procedures, "Get two people to help clean up the cabin, if the ground logistics department sees what it looks like inside, maybe they will kill me."

"Good luck bro. But don't get too excited. After we refill their stomachs, they may share with the cabin again. I'm sure you will get a share. Come with me, You are a group of curious and dirty underdogs." The leading black-armored soldier beckoned the sour-smelling war correspondents to follow their footsteps, and the other four soldiers slowed down and fell behind, silently The war correspondents surrounded them.Even the dullest people could understand what happened. Panic spread quietly in the field reporter corps, but some people remained calm, which made the black armor soldiers quite satisfied.

"Don't worry, your lives are of no value to us, your role is to help our Lord to bring His Word to the world. But before that, please hand over your camera equipment. We are concerned about the footage you capture Not interested, but we still have to sanitize your outdated equipment. As you can see, we are now in outer space. Yes, obedience is loyalty. Come with me, you will see what you want to see, no matter what is that."

"What should we call you?"

"I actually forgot to introduce myself!" The tone of the black-armored soldier was full of artificial surprise, "But I don't mind satisfying your first question, children always need encouragement to grow up, don't they? Sergeant Luis Salvador of the First Assault Squad of the Third Company of the First Secret Regiment in Winter is also your guide for this visit."

"We're on a space station right now, aren't we?"

"Yes, Mr. Ramesh," Luis Salvador said as he walked, without looking back.

"You're not actually a Latvinian rebel, are you? I mean, you're not exactly a local rebel, no rebel in the world has that kind of technological prowess and wealth, not even those countries The ability to fly from Earth to space in a single vehicle. Who the hell are you and what do you want to do?"

Ramesh Diaz's series of questions seemed a bit aggressive, and some war reporters were full of curiosity but also began to worry that he would be killed on the spot.Luis Salvador, however, seemed to have infinite patience when he said: "Patience, patience, you go take a shower, change your clothes and eat a good meal. You have time to know what you want to know, but only if you have enough." The physical strength to follow up, my lord does not want you to starve to death here."

"Your master?"

"Yes, yes, our master. You and your boss, you and the bank you borrowed to buy the house are in a master-servant relationship, aren't you? Our master will not try to suck every bit of your body like your master One drop of blood, to your master, you are just a cow that can continuously produce wealth. Our master wants only our loyalty, and he wants us to give everything for his grand ideals, nothing more, and we also willingly Give, because we don’t want anyone in this world to be able to extract wealth from people like you, because we want everyone to realize their own value and take on their own social responsibilities—dedicating everything for the survival of the human race , to forge everyone into steel, instead of indulging in false freedom in false news and entertainment to death." Luis Salvador stopped in the arc-shaped corridor, "Hold your own Pass access control card, each person has a room. You have three 10 minutes to wash and change clothes, my soldiers will take you to fill your stomach, and then bring you to me. Don't be more curious, in Burning dead bodies in space is not pleasant, don't give us trouble."

"Why do you let those war correspondents know so many things?" Hammurabi asked, tilting his head.Across from him, the Sovereigns of the Immortal City sat in seats suited to their size, unbelted, as did his Praetorians, as the magnetic motors of the power armor's steel boots held them firmly in place. on the cabin floor. "Don't you think that revealing too many secrets at once will let the enemy know about us?"

The assault transport jolted a bit. "Even if we can clear the opponent's command center in an instant, Latvinia will not be able to bear the price." Unlike his high-spirited speech, Salomon in the assault transport boat was more like an ordinary person.Victor von Doom, who was sitting next to him, nodded and took up Salomon's words.

"We need deterrence, and the deterrence of information is as important as the deterrence of force." He said, "When this deterrence is reflected in our strikes, its effect will be multiplied. This is why we are now rushing to the northern defense line. , we will go to war with NATO after the news is released. The staff in the Foreign Relations Committee will help us set the time for the war, and the US military will provide us with all the military movements of NATO. The initiative of this war is in our hands, there is nothing can do more justice to our cause than a devastating war."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)