Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 186 The Gray Knight Selection Begins (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

It's basically the same stuff you see in movies and TV shows.

It's not much different from the online discussions and speculations.

The direction is right, but it's not Astartes and Ravens. After all, no one would believe that these two powerful warbands, capable of easily slaughtering countless demons, were formed in less than a year.

Kamar-Taj is the true hero.

Matthew did not defend himself on this.

He watched as Gwen asked questions with great interest, but didn't say much more afterward.

Gwen seemed to sense that Matthew was reluctant to talk about this, so she wisely stopped asking.

This was a wonderful day for Gwen.

For a while afterward, Gwen would come here almost every day, but Matthew wasn't there most of the time, which made the girl feel a little disappointed.

After all, at this age where she is prone to daydreaming, she is easily prone to overthinking and has a very high level of curiosity.

Carrie's time at Midtown High School was quite enjoyable, thanks to Gwen's help.

The educational burden in the United States is not heavy.

I rarely read at night.

Under such circumstances, Carrie gradually became more optimistic and cheerful, and slowly emerged from the shadows.

The Grey Knights formation went very smoothly for Matthew.

The second batch of 5,000 soldiers has been fully selected.

The training grounds for the second batch of soldiers were not located at island bases in the South Pacific.

But it's on the Siberian plain.

Extreme environments are the best for tempering the mind.

The Siberian base is larger and more spacious than the island base, and its equipment and facilities are equally complete.

With experience in forming two major battle groups, the construction of the second base went more smoothly.

With no shortage of money or resources, building a base wouldn't take much time, since it's not like we're building a military base.

It's already October.

The base was built north of Omsk in the southern part of the Siberian Plain, in a mixed forest and plain terrain. It was a remote and uninhabited area.

It started snowing in October.

The temperature has already dropped below zero.

It was very cold.

But at this moment, the base is extremely lively.

Five thousand soldiers were drawn from all over the world and arrived at the base in batches on ghost flights.

A large number of men and women, from various races and countries, have gathered together at this moment.

The entire base is vast in scale, a closed, all-encompassing training camp built specifically for 5,000 people.

The high walls and isolation zones stretching for several kilometers around the perimeter are not for defense against enemies, but simply to prevent some wild animals from breaking in.

The inner side of the base is a road with a running track.

The internal layout is very clear, with large, well-organized barracks standing in rows. The buildings are all made of thick, low, cold-resistant bricks, and the walls have an extremely thick frost-resistant layer.

The windows were small and sealed to protect against the harsh Siberian winds and snow.

Next to the barracks are a huge canteen, a supply warehouse, a low-temperature supply depot, a medical center, and a logistics support area, which can accommodate the daily food, lodging, supplies, and rest of 5,000 people.

The central area is the main training ground, which stretches as far as the eye can see, with flat and hard frozen snow.

The other side extends into the woodland.

Snow was falling from the sky, and soon the entire base was enveloped in a vast expanse of white snow, with only neat camp buildings on the silvery wasteland.

These soldiers were wearing thick coats and fleece trousers.

Wearing woolen hats, their cheeks were red and dry from the cold wind, but they didn't seem to care at all.

A blazing fire burned in everyone's heart, dispelling all the chill.

They all knew what it meant to be able to come to this base.

For example, dominoes.

Domino's real name is Nina Thurman.

She is a mutant with the ability to alter the possible development of things.

First, she must have this idea, and second, it must be within her sight.

For example, when she fires a shot at an enemy, she has the idea, and the enemy is within her aiming range. Although the probability of hitting the enemy is very low, the probability will increase significantly under the influence of her superpower.

Conversely, if an enemy shoots at her and she sees it, and she has the idea to dodge the bullet and takes action, the enemy's hit rate will be greatly reduced, or what should have been a hit will become a graze, and what should have been fatal will become a minor injury.

The important thing is willingness and being within sight. If the other party shoots her from behind, or if she sees it but doesn't react, then nothing will change.

Secondly, when encountering danger, Domino's cerebral cortex releases an electrical pulse to stimulate reflex nerves, thus giving him superhuman motor abilities and agility.

Essentially, it is the ability to actively modify the probability of luck.

It's very mysterious.

In fact, she had a bad past like other mutants and experienced confusion, but perhaps because of her luck, she unexpectedly joined this organization.

The generous offer spurred Domino, who was still wandering and unsure of what to do, to follow his instincts and join the company.

Then Domino seemed to feel like she had found a place.

Although I've only been a member for a few months, everyone in this organization is very nice, whether they are my comrades or superiors.

A sense of belonging is a very mysterious thing, because it makes Domino feel that his existence has meaning.

Gradually, she began to yearn for it, to become stronger, and to meet the supreme leader, the one who could lead everyone forward.

I long to join Astartes and Ravens.

Especially after the instructors showed her and the other soldiers on TV the Manhattan Demons invasion.

Everyone finally understood what the instructors had told them.

"Our great leader will lead us down a different path, one without intrigue or damned oppression. We will walk the most sublime and greatest path. We will face threats from beyond Earth. We are the wall, the defense line, and the sharp blade."

"We are the hope of human civilization and the guardians of order."

So Domino stopped being confused and started training, carrying out missions, studying, and even shaving off his black, frizzy hair.

Yes, Domino is a Black man.

However, a beautiful and hot Black woman with dreadlocks and an afro is a cultural symbol of Black culture.

However, the military does not need this so-called culture, so Domino did not hesitate to abandon cultural symbols.

She has long, black hair tied in a ponytail, which looks simple and neat.

The other female soldiers were the same.

Domino lined up and received her own tag, which was her code number during training.

Afterwards, she went to her dormitory.

The dormitory wasn't big; it was a standard four-person room with two bunk beds, built entirely to military standards.

Domino didn't feel uncomfortable at all, because it was no different from the original base; she wasn't one to be dramatic.

I also met my roommates.

There were two white girls, one Eastern European, and her, a Black woman. She felt a little inferior because the three female soldiers in front of her seemed quite strong.

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