"Daisy..."

Daisy Johnson shook his head wildly.

"No, this will kill Youyou, and you!" She knew what Alfonso Mackenzie wanted to do, and even Youyou's speed would be captured. Now the only one who can fight against the genetically modified warrior was her superpower. "Don't shoot." She raised her tone and tried to persuade Alfonso Mackenzie to put down the shotgun, at least not put her finger on the trigger. "I don't mind listening to their thoughts first." She raised her head and shouted at the guards who were getting closer, "What do you want to do? Are our friends still safe?"

When the golden power armor came closer to less than half a meter from Alfonso Mackenzie, the latter reluctantly put down his weapon because the muzzle of the shotgun had hit the unconscious Elena Rodriguez. If he fired, the shotgun would inevitably break Elena Rodriguez's fragile body into pieces, rather than breaking through the power armor to damage the person inside.

Constantine stretched out her arm and handed it out of the unconscious human body.

Although she was a little surprised, Alfonso Mackenzie held Elena Rodriguez in her arms and checked her injuries. Fortunately, in addition to the small holes being cut by the gorgeous relief on the surface of the power armor on her forehead, Elena Rodriguez did not have obvious trauma. Her coma is more due to the feedback from the acceleration generated when using her abilities. No matter where her abilities come from, she is still an ordinary person in essence, with the fragile bones and organs of ordinary people. That ability is essentially a kind of destruction of her body.

Constantine's behavior relaxed the atmosphere a little. At least Alfonso Mackenzie knew that the Imperial Guard did not want the lives of S.H.E.L.D., nor was it a genetically modified person who enjoyed killing in the mouth of some propaganda media. Regarding the Golden Armored Imperial Guard around the emperor, many media and well-known people have written long reports, especially written by an investigation team composed of Congress and many think tanks. By describing the Imperial Guard's performance in the Balkans' Unification War, it is reflected in how much a genetically modified warrior will bring to the battlefield without using equipment such as missiles.

After that, there are many project test reports on genetic modification by military-industrial complexes and pharmaceutical companies. Many rational people can see the real intention of those reports, but the media will always seize a few keywords and start to freely play, describing the Imperial Guard as a genetically modified person who kills without blinking. This may be true, but the media always add their imaginations when rendering threats, which is exactly the same as the method when rendering racial threats.

"You have a mission that is about the future of mankind, and we will ensure that this mission can be completed smoothly," Constantine said. "Now you have some people to know, some knowledge to learn, and you have a lot of work to do before the mission begins. Follow me and you will spend the last time before the mission at the lighthouse base."

"Do you think that pointing a gun at someone else can replace the invitation?" Alfonso Mackenzie carried Elena Rodriguez on her back, and Daisy Johnson helped a lot. Although she was very tough, anyone could tell that Alfonso Mackenzie could no longer pick up the shotgun. "You didn't reveal any information. Where are our friends?"

Constantine disdains to answer this question.

The group returned according to the original route. Several safaris had already passed the other road to the lifting door and repaired the control panel destroyed by Alfonso Mackenzie. The thick alloy gate slowly rose under the command of the electrical signal. The jagged lower edge of the gate loosened the biting concrete, revealing a long and narrow passage leading to the lifting ladder of the lighthouse base. The air produced by the air circulation filter gushed out, sweeping out the dirty air containing concrete, rust and moldy smell, bringing a fresh air with a scent of chemical smell. Unlike the humid and dim channel outside, this passage is not only very dry but also well illuminated. The red number sprayed with paint is written on the wall not far from the lifting door. The N2 channel, a passage for nuclear survival after winter, has several gates to resist outside invaders and clean the residual nuclear radiation on the field staff.

The Safari and the First Secret Regiment brought Alfonso Mackenzie and Daisy Johnson in the middle of the team and walked forward until Constantine at the end of the team also walked in, and the lifting door fell again. "Agent Colson will explain all the details to you." The soldiers' backs pressed against the wall, making a way for the Guards, because the road just squeezed him down. Constantine lowered her head and looked at the dissatisfied Alfonso Mackenzie, "Now you only need to obey orders. Including you, Daisy Johnson, don't try to resist uselessly. We spend time and money to protect your lives, not letting you choose to waste now."

"How is Agent Colson now?" asked Daisy Johns.

"He is safe. He knows all the details of the mission and thinks it must be performed," Constantine said. "It is my idea to deceive you and let you land near the base, not him. Because you can't understand it in a short time, you have to go back to the lighthouse base."

"So what are you going to do now?"

“Make sure that all executors on the task list are not in danger of life.”

The riot lasted for thirteen minutes, and only lasted for thirteen minutes.

Since the cells where all the armed personnel were detained were welded, Melinda May did not choose to open the cells, but led a group of field agents who were also dissatisfied with the rule of the Imperial Guard to rush into the arsenal to find armed forces. She planned to clear the armed forces of the Imperial Guard out of the base and then find ways to rescue the detained agents. However, in addition to the soldiers of the First Secret Regiment, the Safari Cavalry, and the Sisters in Power Armor were blocking their way.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Although they came here just to serve their upcoming masters, and Constantine did not make any arrangements for their actions, the deadly force they possessed was still useful. The cause of the incident was that several rioted field agents believed that ordinary live-fire weapons could not pose a threat to the fully armed First Secret Regiment and Safari, so they planned to seize the Sisters' explosive guns.

They had no idea what kind of organization of the Sisters are, nor did they understand the role and ability of the explosive gun, but based on the advantages of large-caliber firearms, they believed that the explosive gun could come in handy and did not take much time to get it. So the group of people started, even Melinda May didn't know their purpose. After all, this riot required someone to create chaos, but how to create chaos was not a question she should think about. When the group of agents broke into the room that believed it was the Sisters' arsenal, they found that the place was not the explosive gun, hot melt weapons and plasma weapons, but hundreds of exquisite glass cups and a large number of carpets rolled up to be disinfected.

The exquisite glasses that fell to the ground in large pieces made the artificial people in charge of the work very angry.

She picked up the unsupported explosive rifle hanging around her waist and shot at the agents who broke into the room. This was the first drop of blood shed in the riot, for an extremely absurd reason. Then all the sisters received the news, but the communication between them was not based on the fact of the "S.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H.H

Melinda May herself didn't know that there would be so many supporters after she launched the riot.

At first she was very happy and even stood in the position of the leader to issue orders, but with the bloodshed caused by the sisters' emergence, she began to realize something was wrong. She grabbed an agent and asked, and the answer she got was "XX told him that Melinda May was going to launch a riot", and there was nothing else - she was very sure that her small conspiracy group would not reveal the secret, which only means that she was not the only one who promoted the riot. Some people also hoped to see the riot happen and prepared in advance. Otherwise, she could not explain why the First Secret Group and the Safari could block the passage so quickly, and why the control room was not attacked by the riot agents so far.

"plum."

"Colson." Melinda May took a deep breath and pressed the call button on the headset, "Did you do it?"

"No." Agent Colson hesitated, "but I know your small group."

"What do you want to do, Agent Colson." Melinda May looked at the passage ahead of which was ignited by a moor bottle. The automatic firefighting equipment responded immediately, and the entire passage was immediately submerged with dense water droplets. "Do you want to surrender to that person and then perform the mission of sending death?"

"Listen to me, May." Agent Colson's voice was full of trouble. "This is what we have to do, and no one can perform this task except us."

"Why?"

"I can't explain to you, May." Colson frowned, "but I need you to stop."

Constantine explained the importance of the task in detail, and at the same time sent a picture, which was taken of a cheap notebook that could be bought on the street, but the content recorded on the paper industry was quite sensational. It was a prophecy and an analysis of the prophecy, which was written by the emperor ten years ago. At the same time, there was a sketch - an extremely realistic sketch. Agent Colson saw himself facing the beach of Tahiti, and death hovered over his head like a vulture - that was the end of his life. All the hardships he experienced were to complete this task. On the back of the sketch was a large paragraph written by the emperor, which mainly focused on how to protect his life and the success rate of the task. The emperor's conclusion was pessimistic. He could not find a way to protect the life of Agent Colson while succeeding the task.

But Agent Colson cannot say that this mission may have made him live, because the prophecy clearly shows the end of his life, because he knows that Melinda May and his team members will inevitably prevent this from happening.

His death is closely related to the success or failure of the mission, and he cannot allow the mission to fail.

"Why?"

"I can't tell you why until the mission begins."

Melinda May hung up the communication and then turned to greet a few of the most reliable field agents.

She knew that Agent Colson was there, and she planned to find Agent Colson herself to ask for it.

When the riots in the lighthouse base subsided, the casualties were also sent to Agent Colson. He was in a secret room at the Lighthouse base. Just like the existence of the base itself, the base was also full of secrets. Enoch, the immortal man, was the only person he could communicate with during this period except the Imperial Guard Constantine. Although he didn't know whether Enoch could be considered human, the erudition of this alien robot still aroused his interest, especially when he was on the topic of prophecy. The information revealed by Enoch made Agent Colson very interested.

"I have experienced the self-fulfilment of prophecy," Enoch said. "I was in Greece and participated in a city-state war called the Trojan War. I knew that there was a spiritually dominated world behind the material curtain of this world, but that was the first time I saw the power of prophecy. Every word the woman named Cassandra had obtained corresponding results. After that, I began to design an algorithm, adding all the variables on the earth to try to calculate the accuracy of prophecy. But I failed, not only because of my own computing power, but also because I could not count all variables."

"You've also experienced the Trojan War?"

"That's just the first small part of my mission." Enoch, the immortal man, reached out his hand expressionlessly and inserted the data interface in the room into his neck. "I can show you the images I recorded at that time. But this takes time. The equipment in this base is not fully compatible with the format of my storage information." After two hours of information transmission, when Agent Colson was about to fall asleep, Enoch reminded him that the transmission was completed. Although sleepiness still lingered with him, curiosity still awakened Colson. He even took out the beer in the refrigerator to share with Enoch.

"Am I the first person on Earth to see the Trojan War with your own eyes?"

"The Trojan War is not as described in Homer's Epic, Agent Colson." Enoch replied honestly, "You will be disappointed after you see it. The romantic sentiment of humanism is not suitable for that era where only survival and death are only."

"Why do you say that?"
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