Although the goals of both sides are different, the cooperation between the Safari and the First Secret Regiment is barely enjoyable.

Alpha Bronze 2 would not care about being discovered by the US military. Martian mechanic soldiers' fear of death has been suppressed to a minimum due to biochemical transformation and drugs. But these veterans of the First Secret Regiment are either veterans on the battlefield in Afghanistan or war dogs found from other war-torn areas in the world. They care very much about the operation time limit given by their superiors, and they also know what impact they will have once discovered by the US military. The armed forces alone cannot fight against a large number of regular troops. They also lack enough anti-tank missiles and air defense missiles. Once discovered by the US military, they can only have a full-scale war.

However, when Alpha Bronze 2 proposed to divide the troops and encircle them according to the guidance on the map, 70.3%, 82.5% and 95.6% respectively, may be rooms in the ambush field of SHIELD, the First Secret Regiment could only agree to this waste of time. Even if the officer knew that SHIELD was just trying to delay time, the safari could not gain an advantage in the terrain, and the area was seriously seeping water, which greatly delayed the speed of most armed personnel's movements, but the order to complete the task was still hanging on his head, and he could not refuse.

The so-called "military operation speed" of the First Secret Regiment is not based on the efficiency of ordinary special forces, but on genetically modified soldiers. As the first experimental army, the First Secret Regiment has daily training and equipment to cooperate with genetically modified soldiers, so that the two combat systems can be seamlessly connected and flexible. When the officers of the First Secret Regiment tolerate the time of safaris, there is actually a long time left before the combat time limit, which is enough to allow an ordinary special combat force with the same equipment to enter the lighthouse base and seize the target.

Epsilon Rodney-Radney-Radney-223 provides a lot of intelligence that is conducive to combat, and even if the troops are divided, it can provide enough intelligence support. Her consciousness is swept by charge torrents and flew over quickly in the ocean composed of microscopic particles. The radio signal passes through the orbital satellites and enters the signal receivers of Alpha Bronze 2 and Epsilon Rodney-Radney-Radney-223, and clearly shows the scenes seen by thirty Mars safari cavalry in front of her. Each hunting system electronic eye video output has the fragmented consciousness program of Epsilon Rodney-Radney-223. She dispersed her spirit and thinking into hundreds of transponders with only simple preset programs. At the same time, she takes into account the safari cavalry and the lighthouse base. She can even see herself from the third-person perspective of the safari cavalry beside her.

It is difficult for ordinary people to feel the feeling of fragmenting thinking. Few Martian sages of the same level are as excellent as Epsilon Rodney 223. Due to the level-limited hardware, she is still skillful in using multi-threaded real-time processing tracking and command technology to control the entire operation. Compared with the powerful hardware implants and processors of the advanced sage, the personal hardware used by Epsilon Rodney 223 requires a lot of electricity to process this amount of computing, which leads to a high TDP. In order to be able to run these mechanical implants smoothly, Epsilon Rodney 223 had to hide two columnar cooling systems in her hood to prevent her thinking enhancement devices and brain overheating.

However, the high-load heat dissipation system was discovered by Constantine's thermal imaging electronic eyes.

"How long will it take for us to reach the Lighthouse Base?" The Guards were also not idle. They were doing multi-threading work like the Martian Sage. From the lighthouse base through the collections compiled by Agent Colson, to the analysis and changes of the original database of the artificial intelligence Aida and the Life-Model Decoy project, and finally to the residential monitoring of the Ghost Rider Robbie Reyes in Los Angeles. "Before we arrive, can you complete the analysis of the Life-Model Decoy project."

"It will take at least an hour," said Epsilon Rodney 223. "The analysis of the Life-Model Decoy project can be completed on time. The corruption is not hidden too deeply. I have the ability to remove it, but I cannot guarantee that Aida can maintain its original function after the removal surgery. If you want to restore the Life-Model Decoy project, it will take a long time for the existing equipment computing power to be reconstructed and optimized. However, I still found some things through the fragments of the Life-Model Decoy project, including the "Dark Book" you have been looking for."

She put her fingers with small devices into the open abdomen of the artificial intelligence Aida and groped in a pile of messy wires. Then, a small stream of scorched blue smoke rose from the intricate insulating rubber, and Epsilon Rodney Radi223 stretched out her palm and sandwiched a small piece of still squirming organism between the steel fingertips.

This is a fusion of electronic components and organisms.

"The Praise of Purification is driving away corruption," she said, "but don't think it's easy."

After dealing with the problematic generator set, Alfonso Mackenzie has been keeping a close eye on the front line monitoring.

All rooms with damaged surveillance mean that the room has been occupied by the enemy, but the cybersecurity department also issued a warning that even if the surveillance is not destroyed, it does not mean that there are no enemies in the room. The enemy's information offensive and defensive capabilities are extremely powerful, and it is very likely to use false videos to cover up the attack route. It is not entirely certain that the enemy is heading to the ambush field according to the established route. The survival rate of the armed teams sent to lure the enemy to the preset ambush field is only 60%. Through feedback from frontline personnel, SHIELD gradually figures out the enemy's weapons and equipment and characteristics.

As accurate as a robot, the whole body is covered with metal that can defend against all-powerful bombs. The weapons used have extremely advanced technology. The bulletproof vests installed with ceramic inserts cannot resist the weird electromagnetic explosion at all. The human body and ceramics will be penetrated together. The armed personnel recruited from NATO special forces at the peak of S.H.I.E.L.D. have never experienced this scene. Most people are already frightened. If they had not remembered the escape route and mission target, they would have been wiped out in a few seconds after the firefight.

Melinda May frowned in the control room.

The S.H.E.L.D. troops at the Lighthouse Base are completely at a disadvantage, and the front-line intelligence may not be accurate. The most reliable way is to disperse the armed personnel and disperse the movements of the enemy. However, losing the numerical advantage and sudden attacks, the survival rate of the armed personnel sent out will be as low as a pitiful number, which is basically equivalent to performing a death mission. No S.H.E.D. armed personnel are willing to perform such tasks, especially those who have seen the safari cavalry.

"C-2 channel to catch the enemy!" Daisy Johnson's voice made Alfonso Mackenzie anxious all of a sudden. He also heard Daisy Johnson's "superpower" unique air whistle in the communication channel. The surveillance video switched to Daisy Johnson's C-3 channel at a time. At this moment, everyone saw this former rookie hacker fighting the enemy who entered the field of vision with a bunker. "The enemy... is not a robot." As soon as he first contacted the enemy, the combat channel of SHIELD began to be disturbed, and Daisy Johnson's voice was intermittent. Although she could not explain the situation in detail, Melinda May and Maria Hill in the control room both saw the enemy's appearance, "They are humans!"

"That's the First Secret Regiment! The experimental army under Victor von Dum!" Maria Hill immediately identified the logo on the fully enclosed bulletproof armor, "This means that the genetically modified warriors should not be far from us. The First Secret Regiment rarely performs independent tasks, and in most cases only cooperates with the genetically modified warriors."

The surveillance screen was a bit blurry, but Melinda May could still see the scorching laser hitting the armed personnel like raindrops. Many combustible materials were ignited immediately, and the defensive forces, including Daisy Johnson, were all curled up behind the solid bunker and unable to move.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Alfonso Mackenzie rushed from the rear, followed by a large group of armed personnel. The addition of the vitality of the energy increased the fire density of S.H.E.L.D., barely suppressed the opponent's firepower. When he passed by the infirmary, he had already seen many armed personnel who were penetrated by lasers. Even if they did not hit the vital point, the pain of laser burning was not as good as the pain of being hit by bullets, but the sequelae of edema and other followers would make people worse than death. Alfonso Mackenzie could occasionally shoot two shots in the direction of the laser, but the weak shotgun could only slide away weakly on the bulletproof armor. Only the firepower of a general machine gun could make those enemies fall.

"Escape to C-4 Passage, we have to put down the explosion-proof door. Daisy, evacuate! Now!"

"Received!" Daisy Johnson turned around and made a gesture toward some armed personnel. The gesture meant that she wanted to stay and break the back. Under the suppression of fire support behind her, Daisy Johnson kept squatting and stretched out his hand to the bunker in front of her. The shock wave roared out, pushing the heavy bunker to hit the first secret regiment soldier in the entrance of the C-2 passage. Before she could observe the battle situation, she was pulled into the slowly closed concrete alloy explosion-proof door by an irresistible force.

Steel and concrete slowly closed in front of her eyes.

A ruby-colored laser squeezed in along the gap, blackening the edge of the explosion-proof door, and burning the helmet of an agent, the bones and flesh under the helmet. Daisy Johnson stared at the agent falling down in front of him, but he had not reacted for a while.

While wiping the sweat beads on his forehead, Youyou panted and supported his knees. She avoided bullets, but avoiding laser weapons was another concept. Melinda May in the control room told all agents that if he didn't want to be burned, he would never approach the shooting passage of the laser weapons. Alfonso Mackenzie did not fail to see Youyou's fatigue, but he did not comfort the ambiguous object at the first time. Instead, he grabbed Daisy Johnson's shoulder and shook it hard. After the latter woke up, he found that Alfonso Mackenzie was staring at her eyes.

"Stop doing this!" Alfonso Mackenzie shouted, "No one needs your sacrifice to survive, do you know how important you are!"

The command to shrink the defense is issued from the control room.

Even though he didn't understand why the commander gave such a command, Alfonso Mackenzie chose to retreat as he looked at the wounded around him. The enemy was attacking S.H.E.L.D. communication system, and any command from the control room was precious. Only Daisy Johnson strongly opposed this command. "We should figure out the rooms that the enemy did not occupy." She told Alfonso Mackenzie. "We should go around them and attack. We are more familiar with the lighthouse base than they are, and we are definitely moving faster than they are."

"As the order, Daisy." Alfonso Mackenzie ordered the troops to retreat in an orderly manner while walking towards the control room with Daisy Johnson and Youyou, two most important combatants. "Now all lift passages are under the control of the enemy. The only result of our guerrilla warfare is that we are completely trapped here and then watching others die before us."

"Then we should break out of the encirclement!" Daisy Johnson said with a strong anger. "The Kun-type fighter jets can still take off, and we need someone to find Agent Colson for support!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Alfonso Mackenzie shook her head. "Agent Colson does not trust Jeffrey Mays, we must not let the US government know the location of the lighthouse base." He raised his ID in his hand and passed the fourth bunker, "But we do need Agent Colson to know what's going on here. I will arrange for you a commando and a pilot, and other Kun fighters will take off with you. The airspace outside is likely to have been controlled, and we must increase your chances of escape."

The process of returning to the control room was quite smooth. Except for the attack on the edge stronghold, the enemy never appeared again. But this was not good news. The enemy did not seem to have the idea of ​​blasting or cutting the explosion-proof door, but kept wandering in the most core rooms and passages, occupying the room one after another, looking like they were looking for something.

"I did not issue a retreat order." Melinda May saw Alfonso Mackenzie returning to the control room, and then she closed the communication channel and looked at Maria Hill. After confirming that the latter did not use the secret communication channel to issue the instructions, Melinda May and others present realized that the communication channel had been invaded, and the opponent did it silently and could even fake the communication. "I hope you did not say your plan through the intercom."

"No!" Alfonso Mackenzie shook her head, "You need your consent to this matter, so I will come to the control room."

"Very good." Melinda May immediately tore off a few sheets of paper from her notebook, wrote words and her signature on the paper. "In the most primitive way, I will let the cybersecurity department start playing fake combat voice in the communication channel. Mike, bring my orders to find the staff you need, and I will now delegate the permissions to you."

"I understand, sir." Alfonso Mackenzie nodded and solemnly put away the paper, "Do you think Agent Colson has a solution?"
Chapter completed!