Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1023, Section 1019: Assigned Operation (First Update)

The Balkans are fraught with security challenges, populism is rampant, and NATO expansion has further complicated matters. Salomon doesn't believe the Wild Group has the capability for a military coup. The genetically modified warriors gathered on the Latvian border will be divided into three groups. One group, led by Hammurabi, will advance on Sylkaria in assault transport boats to ensure the smooth takeover of the territory by the Ministry of the Interior. Another group, led by Viktor von Dum, will penetrate Transylvania in armored personnel carriers, a small number of assault transport boats, and a large number of anti-aircraft missile vehicles to seize the uranium mines forcibly acquired by the Western military-industrial complex. Finally, the largest group of genetically modified warriors will join Salomon in heading northeast to the border with Hungary to launch a devastating attack on NATO military installations in the Balkans.

Salomon also explained the origins of these genetically modified soldiers to Victor von Doom.

"Do you remember the work that Immortal City did in the Middle East and Afghanistan?"

Victor von Doom discovered that while the facial bones of some genetically modified soldiers had broadened due to regrowth, their Anglo-Saxon ancestry was still clearly visible. Other soldiers, even after undergoing genetic modification surgery, still exhibited distinct Middle Eastern and West Asian facial features. "Every time the Immortal City saves a local, it gains a group of extremist ethnic groups and UN forces from the West who have broken away from CIA control. After extracting relevant intelligence, they still refuse any possibility of re-education, so they have no choice but to be sent to the bio-genetic lab. The Immortal City cannot waste any resources," Salomon said calmly, as if describing dinner. "These people previously carried out peaceful missions with war as their aim; now they will carry out war missions with peace as their aim. It's undeniably ironic."

"This matter doesn't have to end in war," Ramesh Diaz stated confidently. "If you want to convey this message through us, we will, but that doesn't mean your support for the Latvian civil war is right. In any case, we cannot support war; we have witnessed too much suffering."

Luis Salvador's face contorted, as if he were suppressing a laugh. In fact, he'd been assigned to this job by his superiors precisely because of his constant inappropriate, dry jokes. "I've seen your resume, Ramesh Diaz," he said with an air of praise. "We know all of you inside and out. In fact, your arrival in Latvia wasn't accidental; it was an invitation we extended. You've served with NATO forces deep in Afghanistan and the Middle East, and you've privately made anti-war statements, but who here hasn't received a warning from the FBI? And what good have your anti-war statements done?"

"We didn't come here for you to mock us, El Salvador."

"I apologize for disturbing your self-satisfied mood. But you underestimate our Lord's resolve. Our goal is to completely end the wars between human races, and this is not just empty talk." Luis Salvador gestured for the reporters to follow him. "Skin color, culture, wealth, language, religious beliefs, and so on are the main reasons for the endless conflicts since the dawn of human civilization. However, in our Lord's eyes, we have only one identity: humanity. Only by uniting all humanity under a strong government, controlling previously uncontrolled capital, eradicating all superstitious religious scourges, and promoting a unified language and script can we unite the power of the human race to deal with threats from outer space. If even one part fails to achieve this, even if an alliance is formed, it will only lead to inefficiency and further division. Like the United Nations, hmm?"

The sergeant led the war correspondents into an even larger room, which also featured a holographic projection desktop, but one that was larger and more sophisticated. Luis Salvador whispered to a man with obvious cybernetic enhancements for a moment, then activated the holographic projection desktop. The war correspondents saw that the walls of the room were lined with numerous giant computers, thick cables neatly bundled together, powering high-tech devices they didn't understand. Suddenly, incredibly realistic black smoke filled the entire room, and the war correspondents instinctively took a few steps back—as the smoke from the holographic projection dissipated, they saw piles of war-torn ruins and all sorts of nauseatingly dismembered limbs beneath.

Above the ruins stood a giant clad in golden armor, flanked by an iron-masked man in a dark green robe, another golden-armored giant wearing a sturdy helmet, and a large group of women in black iris-patterned power armor. Below them lay a large group of kneeling prisoners and the Latverian resistance fighters whom the war correspondents had previously encountered. Ramesh Diaz was about to ask what this was when the golden-armored giant in the holographic projection, his face blurred by light, uttered the first sentence, silencing his question—after watching the video, Ramesh Diaz felt as if a cold stone had been stuffed into his stomach, while his heart was ignited by a strange fire. This bizarre feeling made him look quite pale, a feeling shared by most of the journalists in the group.

"Not just Latvia?"

"Of course, it's not just Latvinia. Our primary target is NATO. We need to liberate the Balkans from NATO control first." Luis Salvador understood Ramesh Diaz's meaning. "You can work here and publish what you see and hear in Latvinia in your own name. Just now, that video was featured on the front page of all social media platforms. The whole world will hear the voice of our Lord."

"I acknowledge that you possess a lot of high technology, but that is absolutely not enough to force NATO to withdraw from the Balkans."

"That's not your concern, my dear journalists," Luis Salvador said with a smile. "Now get back to work; your dinner will be the famous cosmic delicacy, Xandar snails. Once you've finished your work, you can return to Earth!"

Luis Salvador wasn't lying; all social media headlines were forcibly replaced with his speech in the Royal City of Latvia. Silicon Valley's new social media efforts to remove the video all failed, and Tony Stark, who had just left Washington, was called back. This time, he ran into acquaintances as soon as he left the tarmac.

"Agent Hill," he forced a smile, "I remember your questioning is scheduled for two days from now."

“This time is different, Stark,” Maria Hill said coldly. “Congress is planning to pass an emergency plan.”

"What does this have to do with me?" Tony Stark shook his head. "Did I fail to feed those bureaucrats earlier?"

"You can see what's going on if you open any social media platform," Maria Hill said, pointing to the officials running around like their pants were on fire in the White House corridor. "Everyone is dealing with the same thing."

Tony Stark complied, requesting that the AI ​​play the hottest topics on social media on Friday. His expression grew increasingly grim as the video played, and by the time it ended and the comparison results were released, he was in a truly terrible mood. "What's going on?" he leaned closer, lowering his voice to ask, "Why would Salomon do this?"

"Congress wants the Avengers to go to Latvia. If you agree, Congress will pass the Avengers Restriction Act ahead of schedule," Maria Hill said calmly. "This will be the first UN-appointed operation by the Avengers since they signed the agreement. From now on, the Avengers' operations will be officially endorsed, which will improve their public image. No one will question your actions anymore. Isn't that what you wanted, Tony Stark?"

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)