Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1113, Chapter 1109: The Risk of Teleportation (First Update)

"My lord!" Although he was used to the monarch's jokes, Constantine still felt somewhat helpless.

He knew how relaxed the monarch was with such simple tasks, but he didn't want the entire Praetorian Guard to become complacent because of this relaxed atmosphere. Coupled with his somewhat unaccustomed disdain for the monarch's boasting and teasing, Constantine's voice inevitably carried a hint of annoyance. Constantine's tone on the encrypted communication channel amused Salomon, who burst into laughter again. "This is the first time you've felt shy, my child. It seems the so-called mental cleansing hasn't had any side effects after all," he said with a laugh. "I've explained it to you many times; I didn't make a mistake when I cleansed your brain. See? You're the one rejecting emotions; you're the one who wants to become a killing machine."

"That would only hinder my mission," Constantine said seriously. "I won't let that happen."

"You're a normal person, Constantine. Gene alchemy allows you to think rationally, because I need you to do so. No matter what happens, I need you to make rational choices and carry out my will. You know what that is, you know the price it will cost, because I've told you about the future I've seen." Emperor Latvinia ended the encrypted channel call. He had never told anyone except Maya Hansen and Constantine where the gene alchemy used to create the Praetorian Guard came from, or why he had obtained this most advanced and top-tier genetic engineering technology in the physical universe. He had traded all the goodness in his soul for enough knowledge. Making a deal with the devil always comes at a price; the previous mental trauma was just an advance payment, and he was merely delaying the bill.

Constantine was aware of all his contingency plans, including operational guidelines for the worst-case scenario, many of which were backup plans for the bill. Although the Imperial Guard was resilient enough, even someone as strong as Constantine succumbed to deep depression upon learning the truth. Emperor Latvinia turned to face Zemo, avoiding the heavy topic in this inappropriate setting. "I hope you won't let us down. Our objective is that hard drive. Tony Stark has already left New York, and we must get there within the time limit, understand?"

Heinrich Zemo was certain that the hard drive containing the mission logs held other secrets, but he didn't care. Now, his interests aligned with Latvian interests, and this was the greatest guarantee for his and his wife's survival. Only by helping Latvian get what they wanted could his wife receive the best treatment and return to a normal life. After the mission was complete, they could even move to a secluded farm in the countryside, where no one would disturb their lives—a promise the Latvian emperor had made to him. Perhaps they could even raise a few sheepdogs and a flock of sheep; who knew what the future held? He hoped it would heal the psychological trauma the Sokovia incident had inflicted on her.

Heinrich Zemo stared at the terrifying skull mask, seemingly retrieved from the River Styx of hell, and the crimson eyes that only demons could possess. He nodded, pondering what the two giants had been plotting during their brief silence. "I understand," he said. He knew he was making a deal with the devil; he had never encountered drug dealers or smugglers as ruthless and terrifying as these two. "I guarantee we'll get there within the time limit," he said. "You'll get what you want."

"This is your teleportation device?" Steve Rogers looked up, surveying the massive machinery mounted on the ceiling and teleportation platform. The sheer size of this machine was no less shocking than when he first saw Tony Stark's Iron Man suit. He had never seen such colossal machinery. The room was filled with the smells of steel, ozone, and rubber. Numerous personnel with bio-implants were busily working at control panels with thousands of glowing buttons and hundreds of screens. Rogers was certain that what he saw was not the whole picture; there were undoubtedly many more machines made of steel and cables underground or above.

If Tony Stark, who had a brief encounter with Salomon during the Battle of New York, were here, he would surely recognize many similarities between this machine and the time-travel device used by the future Avengers. The top of the teleportation platform and the several circular devices surrounding the teleporter are remarkably similar to the device capable of entering the Quantum Realm. The fundamental principles of traversing time and space are entirely the same, except that the machine built by the Immortal City doesn't need to use Pym Particles to enter the Quantum Realm because this device uses the Einstein-Rosen Bridge to traverse a veil of void even deeper than the Quantum Realm, entering a non-material world, rather than skipping stones across the walls of an outer dimension like the future Avengers.

Teleportation is no comfortable journey; even driving on a highway has its risks, let alone the far more dangerous process of teleportation. Even the teleportation spells of Kamar-Taj carry inherent risks. Although the Sorcerer Supreme has minimized the distance across dimensions within the Kamar-Taj portals, this doesn't mean the risks are nonexistent. That's why he inscribed the spell on the artifacts to reduce the chances of errors by sorcerers entering and exiting the portals.

"What the hell!" exclaimed Sam Wilson. "It's like the world's first computer!"

"What do you mean?"

"Sam is talking about the modern ENIAC computer from 1946, not the Atanasoff-Berry computer from 1937. I'm sure you've seen the latter; Howard Stark would never miss an opportunity to show off to you." James Buchanan Barnes shrugged. "I wasn't frozen in ice all this time, so I've learned about modern technology."

"Oh, real?" Steve Rogers raised an eyebrow. "Now it's your turn to laugh at me?"

Bucky Barnes nodded and smiled, but the arrival of Diana Lister shattered the pleasant atmosphere, as if the woman in the black suit were a raven with black wings, bringing bad news and misfortune. This morning they had watched Steve Rogers storm into the gang's hideout, shield in hand, and arrest the men without causing serious harm—no easy feat, especially with a body camera on him, ensuring the footage captured no inhumane acts. The hideout contained a drug addict who had shot at a bus stop, a psychopath who had drained a girl's blood; everyone agreed that executing them with a laser cannon was appropriate, but they couldn't. Because the Emperor of Latvian needed to rebuild order and law, to redefine fairness and justice in the legal statutes.

Those two scumbags deserve a public trial, not to die in an overcrowded prison.

The last purge of the judicial system overwhelmed the prisons, with many former judicial and law enforcement personnel arrested and placed in the same prisons where the prisoners they had previously arrested were held, resulting in numerous deaths. Now, the experienced new law enforcement agencies know exactly what to do: there will be no gangs in prisons, and no prisoner can engage in any behavior that exceeds the rules. The Latvian military and police will not show humanitarian consideration to serious offenders who have escaped the death penalty through bribery or other means.

"This is your equipment. The temperature in Siberia is still very low." Diana Lister pointed to a transport vehicle, where the driver was carefully maneuvering it into a circular device that emitted a metallic glow. "Everything you need to survive there is in there. This is the inventory list. There's also a tracking device in the snowmobile that can teleport you back from Siberia. Don't damage this vehicle if you don't want to die there."

"This thing can teleport a vehicle?" Sam Wilson asked. He quickly realized how stupid his question was. The Emperor of Latvia could even teleport a war machine tens of meters tall and a squadron of assault transport boats to New York; teleporting a snow tracked vehicle wouldn't be a problem. This was a strategic weapon; teleporting a war machine tens of meters tall directly to the enemy's political center could end any war within a day.

"Let me ask another question. Are there any precautions? Are there any risks associated with teleportation?"

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(End of this chapter)