Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1153 Conclusive Evidence (Second Update)

"You didn't speak from your prepared speech, and your remarks were downright threatening—'You have no freedom, always have, because poverty and ignorance prevent you from realizing what true freedom is. It's not about drugs, alcoholism, and protests, nor is it about calling yourself a minority and barking your teeth for privileges; it's about survival. Survival is the only freedom in this world, and you must all bear the responsibility to human society, which is to live a dignified and prosperous life, to become the most advanced human citizens on Earth, even if it takes a war to bring you that life.'—I thought you could appease the people of Seraphim after the gunman finished speaking, after all, that performance was really quite proper, but now… no politician in the world can speak like that; anyone who says such things will only be overthrown by the people."

"They can't do it. All the mortal armies in the world combined couldn't do it because they are limited by the objective limits of humanity. If the whole world can unite to march towards the galaxy because of their opposition to me, I don't think it's a big problem. At least it shows that humanity puts aside its conflicts and unites. In that case, I don't mind playing the role of a major villain."

Emperor Latvinia's response wasn't exactly concise, but he did address Natasha Romanov's questions, especially considering how much he spoke while his face was visibly impatient. Clearly, the gunman's presence had affected him. Such an intense brain search would have caused memory turmoil in an ordinary sorcerer, but he was used to it; the immersive experience didn't bother him. After learning about the gunman's ordeal, the emperor believed that no one should suffer such a tragedy on the path to the future, but the fact that he was constantly creating new tragedies while eliminating existing ones was what truly troubled him.

"This is the inevitable result of forcibly pushing forward the historical process. I will inevitably encounter obstacles in promoting advanced productive forces. We cannot simply wait for the social relations of production to evolve to a suitable point. Lenin once criticized this kind of economic spontaneity for ignoring subjective initiative. Although, to some extent, the opponents at the time were right, because doing so would lead to the quagmire of bureaucracy and dogmatism. But if Lenin could live as long as I do, these problems would not arise, because we would clearly know when change is needed, and at the same time be able to eliminate the vested interests that refuse to change, just like now. Revolutionaries are never afraid of starting over."

In an instant, Emperor Latvian regained his usual relaxed and cheerful demeanor, his mental recovery astonishingly rapid. Of course, one could also call him ruthless or cold-blooded, but the fact is he wouldn't allow himself to remain trapped in that mood forever. "The idea of ​​flying straight into the sky at the end of the speech was brilliant, and I even parted the clouds to let the sunlight fall on me. The Hollywood director Stephanie found certainly lived up to his reputation; I love these kinds of breathtaking scenes, except for the Golden Gate Bridge, which has been shown on the big screen far too many times."

Hammurabi had some reservations about the idea. He never believed that a monarch could bypass security procedures and board the plane first, and it would be extremely unwise to leave an assault transport ship flying alone over a potentially hostile city. Fortunately, Stephanie Malik persuaded him otherwise; otherwise, Hammurabi would have followed on a hoverjet at that moment, which would have greatly diminished the impact and ruined the propaganda effect the Ministry of the Interior hoped for.

"Next time you could try shooting lasers from your eyes," Natasha Romanoff said irritably. She was standing in the audience when the shooting happened, with the Hell Knights and the sorority maintaining order. "It's like a superhero from a comic book, a god among men. The impact of a movie scene coming to life is even stronger."

"It's not like I can't do it." The Emperor shook his head cheerfully. Although some might see this behavior as far removed from the majesty of an emperor, those who truly knew him understood that this humor was merely a psychological self-protective mechanism, used to protect his humanity from the constant erosion of his humanity by the Stigmata, preventing his mind from becoming like those crazed Great Old Ones. "Those with sufficiently strong spiritual power can draw energy from outer dimensions. Such people are called wizards, psionicists, mages, and other alternative names for spellcasters. Kamar-Taj has a method that allows ordinary spellcasters to allow outer-dimensional power to permeate every molecule of their bodies, altering their human attributes, just like top-tier spellcasters. This is why my strength and speed far exceed those of ordinary people; over time, my physical attributes will only get stronger."

"So you learned that method? That allows your eyes to emit lasers?"

"No, I'm a natural-born top-tier spellcaster, so I don't need to learn that skill. Add to that some magic that enhances my physical stats, plus the Holy Sword, the bomb gun, and the power armor—I can easily beat Tony Stark with just these technological gadgets. I don't think I need anything more. I can cast heat ray spells without hand gestures. If I could get the projectile closer, I might be able to disguise myself as Superman with laser eyes, just be careful about dry skin and burns."

"Okay, I never thought people like you and Thor would need skincare."

"I'm not bulletproof, Natasha, otherwise how would I get my blood drawn and IV fluids administered?"

"I think we need to create a more detailed file than the previous S.H.I.E.L.D. files. Regarding your file, this time we won't need speculative data. We need to record your maximum potential, your weaknesses, your hobbies, and your behavioral patterns. Only through comprehensive analysis can we prevent unexpected situations and conduct targeted training to overcome all weaknesses. For example, habitually tilting your fist to the right might allow an enemy to attack your left open space. Although it may seem like a minor flaw, it could still be fatal, wouldn't you say?"

Natasha Romanov narrowed her eyes, excitedly anticipating some progress in her long work. However, before she could begin taking notes, she felt her shoulder being gently pushed aside. "I suppose you needn't bother taking notes, Ms. Romanov." A cold, steel hand shoved her aside. Beneath the heavy green robe and hood lay iron-gray armor; Viktor von Doom's cold, mysterious aura was undeniable. Except on major occasions, the only person who ever saw his true face was the Emperor; Viktor von Doom preferred to face others in his armor. "This is a secret of the Royal Guard. Don't ask such questions if you don't want to be killed by Hammurabi."

"How come...aren't you in the royal city?" Natasha Romanov felt her heart almost stop. This was on a Pegasus assault transport ship flying in low orbit; no one could get here in the blink of an eye, not even through teleportation. "How did you get here?"

"Yes, I was there at least five seconds ago. As for how we got here, we all have our ways." Victor von Doom shook the Emperor's outstretched hand. "Well done, my friend. Your response will surely be recorded in the modern history books of mortals. It was a clever way to make people suspicious. You need to release the follow-up information to the public."

"I need you and Nick Fury to conduct the interrogation of the gunman. We can mobilize the Black Armored Interrogators from the Immortal City, but I don't think they'll find anything, because I've already written down all the clues I know." The Emperor raised an eyebrow. "Interested in carrying out this mission? Perhaps we can use this opportunity to eliminate the CIA's influence in Greece and Turkey."

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Natasha Romanov asked, completely bewildered. "What does this have to do with the CIA?"

"I don't know either. I only found support for extremist religious organizations and populist politicians in the gunman's memories. That pawn wasn't qualified to have direct contact with the CIA." The Latvian emperor relaxed, as if Victor von Dum's arrival was a remedy for his mental lapse. "But if I say so, then he is. That's politics. Now the CIA has orchestrated an assassination attempt against the Latvian leader, and the evidence is irrefutable. It's time for us to retaliate."

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