Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1115 The 1111th Accomplice (First Update)

"This room shouldn't be on my itinerary, right?" The barbed tone made Tatiana frown.

She gripped the hilt of her chainsaw sword at her waist, glaring fiercely at the red-haired woman with weary eyes. But the red-haired woman showed no fear or surprise at Tatiana's threat; instead, she casually tossed her shoulder-length curls, styled by her hairstylist, her posture relaxed and carefree. The red-haired woman had changed out of her 19th-century, restrictive clothing into a modern evening gown and high heels. Her mood visibly relaxed, but this also made her wonder if Latvinia's newfound freedom from the constraints of that outfit indicated a shift in Steve Rogers' journey.

"Don't be so tense, Valkyrie. This isn't a military camp, and I'm not a dangerous thug."

The term "Valkyrie" used by Natasha Romanov originates from the Latvian social media term for the sorority. The Latvian people use this term to refer to them because they suppressed a prison riot at a facility holding serious offenders. After prisoners opened the guards' armory, took guards hostage, and even fired at a news helicopter, a sorority commando unit and a newly formed Ministry of Justice guard were ordered to quell the unrest.

Armed with explosive pistols and chainsaws, the assault team emptied the entire prison, prematurely sentencing all death row inmates and life-sentenced prisoners to death. While there was an element of showmanship involved—after all, the newly formed military and police departments could easily handle such a situation—the sorority's combat capabilities were undeniably demonstrated. Other prisons holding serious offenders received full video footage of the operation, rather than a heavily edited news broadcast. This record indirectly stabilized the then-still-reorganized law enforcement system.

The State Council was well aware that even the best orders would encounter difficulties in execution, let alone overhauling the already corrupt law enforcement system down to every single officer. This would inevitably face unprecedented resistance. Until sufficient personnel were available to fill the new law enforcement departments, the State Council and the Ministry of Justice had to ensure that all law enforcement officers executed orders flawlessly. To achieve this goal, the small sorority had to travel to various locations to recruit and train new members, cooperating with the military and police. Tatiana frequently participated in these operations.

The royal city is where the sorority takes a break. She doesn't need to be on duty all night. Later, she can go with her sisters to enjoy royal desserts and then discipline the young girls adopted by the convent to prevent them from attacking the emperor's calves when he visits the convent. This has happened before, after all, not everyone has seen the emperor, let alone those girls who know nothing but have been instilled with a warlike spirit by military courses and prefer fighting to studying.

"You know, I once had the opportunity to be your instructor, young students." Natasha Romanov sat on the only sofa in the room, slowly crossing one leg. "But then your master realized I was too soft-hearted, so that job was over. Do you know why I came here?"

Tatiana didn't loosen her grip on the chainsaw sword; her monastic upbringing required her to be constantly vigilant, even against a seemingly harmless woman. "You're about to witness a live broadcast."

"About what?"

"I don't know, madam." Tatiana turned off the light in the room and left without looking back. Just as she was about to close the door, Tatiana felt something beside her, but she couldn't see anyone. She shook her head in confusion, locked the door behind her, making sure no one inside could leave.

Once the projector started working, Natasha Romanov's first sight was a gray concrete staircase displayed on the screen. White snow seeped in through the cracks in the rusty gate, gradually covering the desolate, cold passageway and extending into its sunless depths. There's a game on social media where you can determine the location of a street photograph based on the information displayed. This game utilizes a lot of geographical and cultural knowledge; by analyzing the text in the picture, the angle of sunlight, the season, and other factors, you can make a rough judgment. Natasha Romanov is quite adept at this game.

She quickly guessed where the video was filmed, and many questions in her mind were answered. The underlying connections in a series of events, such as the Vienna bombing and the Sokovia Accords, surfaced through her deductions. Although there was no evidence, many of her reasonings were plausible. Suddenly, she smelled a sweet aroma of black tea. A person holding a teacup had sat down beside her without her noticing; she knew who it was without turning around.

She watched as Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes cautiously opened the rusty gate and went inside. The monitoring equipment's audio system clearly picked up the sounds of the snow and the engine. She knew exactly what Steve Rogers' expedition team consisted of; Sam Wilson was obviously in the snowmobile outside the steel gate, using a drone to conduct reconnaissance missions amidst the falling snowflakes, while also trying to keep the snowmobile's engine warm to prevent the fuel from freezing and trapping everyone in this uninhabited area of ​​the Arctic Circle.

Shortly after Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes entered the tunnel, a figure clad in gold and red armor appeared in the frame. Natasha Romanoff's breath caught in her throat. She knew all too well that this meeting between Tony Stark and Steve Rogers wouldn't end well, even if Tony Stark offered Bucky Barnes very favorable terms, because the Emperor of Latvia wouldn't allow it; the Emperor of Latvia must have some plans to split them apart.

"Many years ago I predicted that what would happen today would not be because of prophecies of the future, but because of Plato, Hegel, Marx, Lenin, Schumpeter, and Huntington." Natasha Romanov looked at the face of the Latvian Emperor hidden in the darkness. She didn't know when he had entered the room, nor why she hadn't noticed him. The Emperor wasn't wearing armor, but rather a white robe modeled after those of ancient Greek philosophers. He used the high walls of discipline, humility, and civilization to block the authority of his nature. His words revealed not blood and fire, but parchment and ink. The wisdom condensed from countless philosophical reflections throughout human history had become intricately meshed gears constantly operating in his mind.

"The Avengers was an interesting social experiment, and the creation and destruction of this organization set an invaluable precedent for Latvian. Imagine what would happen if professional war-oriented classes, families, and castes existed in human society? Human society would face numerous enemies in the future, and an organized, professional war-oriented superhuman military organization would inevitably emerge. The Avengers were the prototype of such an organization. How to control, regulate, and coordinate such an organization was a problem, as was how to embed it into a fast-paced society. Fortunately, I found the answer in European rationalism, rather than Anglo-American gradual reformism. The establishment of Latvian is based on this."

"I thought there was no philosophy class today."

"To be precise, it's a social science course." Emperor Latvinia took a sip of tea. Natasha Romanov sniffed the air carefully; she felt that if she struck a match on the teacup, she might be able to burn his hair off. But she didn't, not because the emperor's unmasked biceps were thicker than her thighs, but because she didn't have a match. "Rebooting the old surveillance system is troublesome, and transmitting this footage here is also troublesome. I happen to possess the knowledge and equipment for that."

"Why did you want me to see this? Why are you only being so open with me? Aren't you afraid that if I tell others, it will ruin your relationship with Wakanda?" Natasha Romanoff was nervous. She suspected that the mastermind couldn't contain his urge to show off, and that the victor had revealed everything to her. She had interrogated many people in this way before, and although this person was close to her, she could never forget the rule that the more you know, the faster you die.

The lights in the room came back on, and the emperor turned off the projector.

"You brought them here, Natasha, and now we're accomplices. No one will believe you could stand aside and know nothing of these conspiracies, especially since you have no evidence." The Emperor of Latvinia finished his cup of honeyed tea and brandy mixture. "I will only achieve my goals; they will not be harmed. I mean, the harm I inflict objectively and subjectively; I cannot control their other actions."

"You're a devil, Salomon."

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