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

Constantine did not intend to take these soldiers and technicians to the site of the First Secret Regiment, but placed them in a hangar where the high-dose radiation accidentally leaked by the Martian mechanic warriors could be prevented from harming innocent people, and only there could be light armored targets made by Mars. In order to ensure that nothing was wrong, Constantine also asked Amon to summon people to clean the road from the Royal City Apron to the warehouse, and ensure that no radioactive dust floated into the emperor's garden. Even when the Martian sage proposed to interview the emperor, Constantine went straight to the high-speed. If she did not clean the radioactive dust on the implant, they would have to stay here until the operation began.

So the Martian sage asked to install a spray device in the hangar.

Constantine told the Martian Sage that it would take at least half an hour for equipment and detergents to be ready. The Martian Sage looked around and looked at the heavy mechanical slaves carrying materials into the hangar. The overdeveloped muscles and hydraulic devices allowed each servant to carry cargo far more than ordinary humans can withstand the highest weight. It did not realize that the Guard arranged these servants to avoid ordinary people from being eroded by leaking radiation. In the Martian Foundry, many failed items in artificial cultivation cabins, failed items in promotion courses, and criminals who committed felony crimes would be transformed into servants to compensate the foundry and repay the nutrients, electricity, air and time they were wasted. In that piece of red evil soil, all resources must be carefully calculated.

"If I were asked to take over those servants, the efficiency would be increased 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 the flesh and blood body would be so fragile that it could not bear the radiation at all."

"You 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 Mechanic Captain into the communication channel temporarily established for the operation. "Until the residual radiation dose reaches the acceptable range of 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 range of movement designated by Constantine. When he noticed this, the Imperial Guard immediately stopped. The power armored joint servo received the electrical signal from the neuron controller and began to turn with the Imperial Guard's body.

"You guys who don't understand the beauty of machinery..."

"According to the Olympian Power Inheritance and Motion Agreement 2-2-103, I accept temporary command of the Emperor's Imperial Guard." The leader of the mechanic soldier interrupted the Martian Sage's plan to continue and illuminate the voice speaker first to speak. "Alpha-Bronze 02 will retain secondary command. The chain of command has been adjusted." He sent a signal pulse, and all the semi-mechanical soldiers behind him were clasped their rifles neatly, with muzzles facing down. The inclination angle of all guns, the height from the ground, etc. can all be accurate to four digits after the decimal point. "Standby."

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

"You should obey me." Mars Sage complained in binary language. "I'm just not promoted to the official Sage. When I finish the project, I will get promotion procedures and surgery."

The Mechanic Soldier didn't answer. It really started to standby, unless the Martian Sage overrides it and forced it to turn on.

Ten hours later, during which the defense intelligence agents needed to monitor Dr. Radcliffe's mansion and institute for a long time. At the same time, a former S.H.E.L.D. agent also took a specially modified stealth Kun-style fighter jet to the secret prison placed overseas and found Maria Hill who was placed here. If it weren't for the cameras and automatic weapons platforms everywhere, the unmanned island far from international cargo routes had enough natural scenery to make people think that this was a resort rather than a prison.

When the agent found the target, Maria Hill was wearing sunglasses and enjoying the sunbathing with a few bottles of sunscreen and a glass of tropical fruit juice cocktail filled with ice. A bionic machine with only one upper body was enjoying trying out various possible bartender methods.

"The cocktails made in the first place were very hard to drink," said Maria Hill, who didn't see it, "It's much better now, but I always feel like it's trying and wrong based on my feedback. A stupid exhaustive method."

"Your vacation is over, Agent Hill."

"Did you find Nick Fury?" Maria Hill pulled down her sunglasses and looked at the agent from above the frame, "About the Skuru people?"

"No, it's just over for the time being. We found Agent Colson and his squad." The former S.H.E.L.D. agent sat down next to Maria Hill. However, the latter was not willing 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 things they don't understand, and it is very likely that the disaster will be expanded. But you also know that Agent Colson will never believe in the Emperor. He abandoned the efficiency that Agent Colson should have when he abandoned the caution that Agent S.H.E.L.D. is now a policeman, not an agent."

"You can solve the problem by force, don't you?"

"Yes, we really want to solve the problem with force, after all, we have this ability." The former Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. looks complicated. "But the emperor admires the humanity and courage shown by Agent Colson. He does not want to kill his old friend. Agent Colson may have done something wrong, but he will not die now. What's worse is that Agent Colson may have turned to the newly established S.H.E.L.D., and the emperor's concerns are very likely to be handed over to the US government... Do you still remember what happened in the [Refrigerator] research facility? The commander of the Imperial Guard told me that that thing is ten thousand times more terrifying than the electronic document collected in the [Refrigerator] research facility."

Maria Hill did not speak, but held her knees and looked at the blue and gray sea in the distance.

Her life here is quite easy. The emperor and former colleague Victoria Hand also gave her enough privacy and did not install cameras in the locker room, bedroom, toilet and other places to humiliate her. It was not that she could not feel the entanglement between the emperor and Nick Fury, she just didn't want to get involved. Victoria Hand also knew this, so she gave her such house arrest that was comparable to 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 vacation.

"This satellite phone can only dial one specific number." The former Agent Agent stood up and patted the gravel on the black trousers. "If you think about it, press the button and we will send someone to pick you up. But please as soon as possible, if you want Agent Phil Colson, Agent Melinda May, Agent Daisy Johnson to survive."

As he walked towards the Kun-style fighter plane landed not far away, the transponder on the plane rang. He turned to look at the nearly white beach in the sun. Maria Hill had long disappeared, and only the robots in the beach bar were still making glasses of novel tropical cocktails.
Chapter completed!