It was after Epsilon Rodney 223 controlled all the subsystems before, under the leadership of the First Secret Regiment, Constantine followed all the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment who participated in the operation into the control room. It took less than fifteen minutes from the start of the S.H.E.L.D. agents regaining the medical room to the full control of the situation, and at least half of this time was spent on a long journey. Although the height of the underground passage at the Lighthouse Base was fully capable of accommodate the passage of the Imperial Guards, many small steps could not be squeezed in any case. Therefore, Constantine could only walk the spacious main passage and cleared the cannon operators and individual anti-tank missile operators arranged by Melinda Mei, reducing many unnecessary casualties for the First Secret Regiment.

Ronald followed Constantine while muttering. Often after a few gunshots and explosions, a long fire passage became extremely safe. Even the piled bunkers (composed of stone bricks, steel plates, trunks stuffed with things, etc.) could no longer be called "packets". The S.H.E.L.D. armed men were extremely lucky to survive. The First Secret Regiment had to tie them up with tie ties and continue to follow the Imperial Guards.

But even though Constantin walked into the control room, the agents of SHIELD did not surrender.

They were still firing bullets at the First Secret Regiment soldiers and the Imperial Guards. They had all kinds of weapons. These weapons were just a little trouble for the First Secret Regiment soldiers wearing fully enclosed polymer bulletproof armor, not to mention the Imperial Guards' power armor. Constantine crossed the Garrison Spear and fired a few shots, and then cut off some weapons at a speed that ordinary people could not see clearly, which made the S.H.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.E.

Constantine stretched out her finger and named several people. The Safaris were escorting Dr. Horton Radcliffe, Leopold Fitz and Jenma Simmons, who had been caught in Dr. Horton Radcliffe's residence. "And you, Agent Maria Hill. I'm glad to see you are safe and sound. My Lord doesn't want you to die here." The Guard nodded politely, and then he looked at a woman in the control room who was staring at him fiercely. "Melinda May, I need you to report surrender to other agents of S.H.E.L.D. who are not in the control room. We will not attack those who hold weapons, otherwise that person will be your fate."

The Imperial Guard pointed at an armed person hit by a bomb fired by the Guard Spear.

The large-caliber ammunition combined with the armor-piercing high-explosion warhead made an interceptor tactical vest, KM-2 Kevlar body armor and boron carbide ceramic insert easily beat into finger-sized pieces. At the beginning, many people were excited and did not pay attention, but until the Imperial Guard pointed out the product of the brief fire exchange in the control room, the tragic situation made many internal agents vomit. "Now my monarch is negotiating with Agent Colson, don't waste Agent Colson's efforts to keep you alive." The Imperial Guard has studied Victoria Hand's report to the current Agent Colson team. He knew that these people trust Phil Colson very much, and mentioned that this name will definitely work. "We will not occupy this place, nor will we kidnap anyone. We want to find something and a person."

"Who?" Melinda May asked gritted her teeth, "whose life does that tyrant want to fill his desire to kill?"

Constantine was a little confused about why Melinda May, the field agent who should have been very calm, would be so excited. However, he didn't mind the agent's name for the emperor, because the emperor's name for himself was a tyrant, and those policies were not in the face of this relatively peaceful era, so naturally, people would find it difficult to accept.

"Enoke."

"There is no one here who calls this name."

"This name is at the Lighthouse Base, but you don't know it yet, and that's not an individual," Constantine said. "Your understanding of the Lighthouse Base is far more barren than I thought. The search for the warehouse area by the Safari has begun, and we will find the target sooner or later. Mrs. Sage, please do not dissect and analyze alien creations without authorization before I give the order. Now, Ms. Mei, please start to inform and ask other armed agents in the base to squat in the corridor to express surrender. If we miss this opportunity, we will not show mercy."

"Actually, I like Los Angeles very much. It's not because there are fewer black people here and the crime rate is lower than New York, but because there are countless models from all over the world who come to this place to make a living every year. They live in small rental houses, rush around on the venue hungry, and they will willingly lie on the red sofa for a shooting opportunity, and then expect to be favored by a rich man, or get a lot of jobs after becoming famous. If a young and rich man can best understand the power of money, except for Las Vegas, there is only Los Angeles. I like the butts of Latino supermodels, and believe me, the beauty when they squat down is unforgettable. As for those Latino immigrants living in slums, mixed-race Latino, what does it have to do with me, right?"

Phil Colson remained silent.

There are many things that are alluded to in this sarcastic sarcasm, including but not limited to Tony Stark’s mansion in Los Angeles. The purpose of the past was to let the playboy Tony Stark bring supermodels to spend the night. In addition, there are a large number of low-education and high-crime blacks and Latino groups. Robbie Reyes and Gabe Reyes live in a complete slum, gun violence, gang fights, drugs and physical transactions everywhere. No wonder Robbie Reyes was willing to agree to the emperor’s request just to keep his younger brother Gabe Reyes away from the evil land that was corroded by money.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Agent Colson can see these things, but is unable to make any changes. Therefore, when driving the precise stand-in for the rented car, he couldn't say a word, so he could only wear sunglasses and look at the scenery outside the car window. The Balkans in the past were not much better than the slums in Los Angeles. Not everyone can live in the sun, but at least this person who operates the precise stand-in is willing to pull those people out to bask in the sun, regardless of whether they want to, they must clean up the mold parasitized on them.

For some reason, Agent Colson always felt that the alchemy substitute around him became more vivid.

More than two hours have passed since we first met in Washington, and the substitute was gradually getting blood flowing like a blue-brushed limb. Agent Colson found that a redness appeared on the substitute's cheeks, and his eyes were no longer so dull. Instead, he would blink at the beautiful woman passing by the roadside. After a while, Agent Colson could not bear it and pressed the button and raised the window glass of the main driver's seat.

"I thought you would limit the age to under 70!"

"She was a pretty girl 50 years ago. Maybe I was underage when you first met me, but believe me, now I am older than anyone in this city. Do you understand what I mean by studying relativity, or is it a little difficult for high school students?"

"So that's why you parked the Quinto at San Fernando?" Agent Colson tried to lower his voice. "I thought you were going to find Robbie Reyes!"
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