She was already the most common person in the world to see the Imperial Guards. However, facing a giant one-third higher than her, Victoria Hand could not curb her urge to hold things tightly to protect herself. However, as food was automatically and mechanically served on the heavy marble table, her mood relaxed a little. It was not until the mechanical service that the Imperial Commander Constantine took off the gorgeous red gold helmet, and Victoria Hand saw his face for the first time.

She felt sweating in her palms. This was a pure sense of humility and tension, and the subconscious tension and vigilance arising from the face of higher evolutionary organisms deep in the animal genes. This situation should not have happened to an agent over the years. However, facing that quiet and noble face, all the experiences she trained in her past experiences were useless, and it was even difficult to look at his eyes. Victoria Hand recalled that she seemed to never be able to recall the emperor's face accurately, but subconsciously told her that Constantine seemed to be somewhat similar to the emperor. It was not until Constantine picked up the tableware that the atmosphere was slightly relieved, but she still could not take the initiative in conversation like she was facing others.

"I thought you would be younger." The head of the defense intelligence department tried to cut the too thick meat cut with a diner knife. Although the scent of the Guards' power armor slightly destroyed the aroma of delicious food, she also learned to eliminate the interference. "You haven't been around him for a long time, at least you didn't exist when he recruited me. Logically, you should be only a few years old."

Although she is not a gourmet, she has also had the experience of dining in a high-end membership restaurant. She is not during the mission, but thoroughly enjoying the food. Even she can see that the plate in front of her is too big and the meat steak is too thick. All the dishes are exquisite but the portion is amazingly large.

Cooking such meat requires the chef to have full patience and high professionalism. If it were not for the needs of diners, the chef would not have to spend time on it. She couldn't help but believe that the person Constantine was going to meet today was actually another guard, not an ordinary person like her, but he just couldn't inform the kitchen to change the menu. Anyway, he wouldn't be worried that she was too hungry. Victoria Hand won a phased victory with a dining knife, but she was a little hesitant. If such food was not divided again and stuffed into her mouth, would it destroy some etiquette she didn't understand.

"Why did he create you? Is there anything he can't do and you need to do?" Victoria Hand used questions to impress the people across the dining table, if the Guard could be considered human. She hardly saw any expression on Constantine's face, and even the micro-expression when she was breathing. The black flexible metal soft seal of the power armor was tightly attached to the rocky muscles on his neck. Victoria could almost imagine the friction sounds made by the muscles when they were moving.

The commander of the Imperial Guard raised his head and looked at her, and the muscles on his neck did not make any friction.

"Yes." Closed the communication grille on the neck armor, his voice closer to nature than before, "I am not young, and in fact I don't know my age. My Lord needs a servant with a firm will, because he is too powerful, everything around him will be swallowed by time, and only he is not affected. This is a feeling that ordinary people cannot imagine."

"Your memory has been erased?"

"Smash, reorganize, sublimate. The body is just a carrier, and what is really sublimated is my soul." His expression still remains unchanged. "This is just to allow you to understand the metaphor rather than fact. The human brain cannot understand this counterintuitive process. The trials I have experienced are grown enough to allow babies to reproduce a family." Victoria Hand subconsciously held the badge on her collar. It was a miniature anti-eavesdropping device. Although she was interested in the topics that the Guards said, her professional qualities subconsciously asked her to do so. "There are such equipment here, and it's better." Such an action only attracted a gentle glance from Constantine, "I invite you to come, in order to disclose more secrets to you."

"You do need to do this. You want to talk to me, right? About the alien star fortress in Coboy?" Victoria Hand put down his cutlery and did not intend to continue to get involved with these foods. "Now Kosovo is still in a military blockade. My people can find one hundred guns and one hundred people using these guns every day from residential areas. Those people use the satellite communication links of the Stark Group. In order to track down the supporters behind the scenes, I sent out almost a quarter of the available staff, compared to the alien fortress in Coboy, which seems less important."

"In contrast, indeed." The Imperial Guards agreed, "but not compared to Kosovo."

"Is it an alien fleet?" asked Victoria Hand. "We have not observed a large-scale alien fleet yet. All we can find is asteroids and gamma radiation storms."

"That's what it means to the outside world." Constantine looked at her calmly. "Do you still remember the Battle of New York in 2012 and the invading Zitarry fleet?"

“It’s hard not to remember.”

"Then do you know that when my Lord destroyed the Zitari fleet through the portal opened by the Universe Cube, a small number of fleet wreckages passed through the portal and smashed into New York?"

“I remember cleaning up the wreckage of Zitarry was handed over to the Stark Group and the Pentagon.”

"Yes, we all know the relationship between the Stark Group and the Pentagon. In fact, the Stark Group does not have the right to research the remains of Zitari. They are only responsible for digging out those things from the ruins. All the collected alien technology products will be taken away by the Pentagon. When SHIELD was not destroyed, SHIELD was also responsible for studying some of them. The Navy and the Air Force also obtained a lot of research materials respectively, and many people obtained the benefits given by the military-industrial complex." Constantine also put down the tableware and placed his hands gently on his knees. "Do you still remember General Fisher?"

"Former four-star Air Force general? I remember he was arrested for taking corruption and bribery."

"He was Hydra, the man of Dr. Danny Whitehall, the product of the paperclip project. When the Pentagon was investigating the remnants of Alexander, General Fisher was not within our shelter. Before that, he had been researched and sorted out the wreckage of Chittali, and he unearthed an item from it, that item, which allowed us to learn about the existence of the Alien Fort in the Coboy belt."

"I'm curious." Victoria Hand narrowed his eyes, "Who is in his hands now?"

"It was a machine that used the general dimension technology. It was not large in size, but could be transferred at a speed of light in the galaxy. General Fisher found a way to repair the machine, but he had no chance to find a real purpose. Until a Hydra, who bent her knees toward my Lord, got protection, took over General Fisher's previous plan and discovered it, and contacted the aliens in the Koboy Star Fort through that machine. As you know, the most powerful deterrent in Latvinia at present is teleportation strikes. The machine is consistent with our teleportation strike principles, but it is amazing that ordinary people can teleport multiple times without protection."

"Hal!" Victoria Hand said the name as if she was squeezing out venom, "She is also a Hydra?"

Constantine ignored her personal emotions. The information shows that Victoria Hand had a relatively harmonious cooperative relationship with General Hale, who was also a one-star general at the time. At that time, S.H.E.L.D. had a good relationship with the United States and could frequently borrow the military base of the US military. "It was an alien trade alliance led by the Kerry people. A very fragile alliance, a trade alliance composed of inconspicuous ambitions in the Kerry Empire and several other weak races that should have disappeared. They promised to save the earth from the upcoming alien fleet attack, and only need to pay the earth's resources and population. It can be imagined that this is a scam, and they do not have this ability."

"What do you want me to do?"
Chapter completed!