Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1221 Possum Signal (Second Update)

"Don't shoot, Camilla! Don't shoot, these locals are just afraid of us!"

"I'm a local too, you idiot!"

Camilla didn't stop despite Laura Crawford's shouts. A javelin ripped through the air, its sharp stone tip shattering into hundreds of fragments on the armored vehicle, leaving a gash on Camilla's cheekbone. "These guys are all fucking crazy!" Camilla yelled, pulling the trigger into the dense forest, ruby-red lasers piercing the dark shadows. Surprisingly, the attackers weren't just crazed natives, but also Trinity mercenaries in body armor. Laura Crawford fell silent, joining the fray with her pistol. Camilla slipped inside the vehicle, climbed to the machine gun position, and kicked Dr. Pedro Domiggs in the crew compartment.

"Fire on the heavy bombs!" Camilla aimed the heavy bomb muzzle at the incoming bullets. With a deafening roar like a monstrous beast, the large-caliber machine gun swept across the opposite cliffs and dense forest like an unstoppable torrent of metal. This time, Camilla didn't use burst fire; instead, she pulled the trigger forcefully. All vegetation, rocks, and human bodies were pulverized by the exploding bullets. Only a few Trinity mercenaries hiding behind the mountain managed to escape. Camilla skillfully released the trigger, maintaining suppressive fire while ordering her squad to advance along the firing line. "Take as many alive as possible," she commanded over the comms. "We need to know some information about this place."

"receive."

Camilla stepped down from the machine gun position, ignoring the mechanic who was grumbling in frustration over the damaged vehicle. Instead, she grabbed Dr. Pedro Domegs by the collar and shoved him onto the crew deck. "You have one last chance, Pedro Domegs," she said, handcuffing him. Then she holstered her pistol and pulled out a dagger. Laura Crawford thought Camilla was going to kill Dr. Domegs, but Camilla simply used the dagger to cut open his clothes. At first, Dr. Pedro Domegs protested loudly, claiming it had nothing to do with him, but as Camilla's cold blade sliced ​​across his back, Dr. Domegs gradually fell silent.

"Tell me, where is your tracking device installed?"

"A tracking device?" Laura Crawford asked, puzzled. Jonah, too, looked utterly terrified and confused. Jonah, in particular, had never experienced such intense firepower. As a civilian, he couldn't keep up with Camilla's train of thought. Only Laura Crawford, after a moment's thought, came to a conclusion. "You mean...we've actually been being tracked all along?"

"It's not that bad. There's no signal here, and the power of the subcutaneous signal transmitter isn't high. It must have been when we got close to the Trinity stronghold or a signal base that those mercenaries started tracking us."

"What's going on with those indigenous people? Why are they attacking us?"

“I don’t know, but I know this guy definitely knows something.” Camilla pressed the dagger against Dr. Pedro Domiggs’ throat. “Rourke (commander of the Trinity mercenaries) might have already received our message, so we have to move as soon as possible. I don’t have much patience, Dr. Domiggs. Even if you shoved the tracking device down your ass, I can dig it out. For your own sake, you’d better tell me now, or I’ll skin you alive.”

"I've already said it, my relationship with Trinity is purely one of mutual exploitation!" Dr. Pedro Domiggs whirled his head around. Seemingly overwhelmed by a surge of adrenaline from extreme rage, he didn't even notice the blade slicing through his neck. "This is my homeland! I awakened Quetzalcoatl only to prevent my homeland from being invaded by colonists! Look at where we live! American factories ruthlessly exploit our labor force. So many young people are forced to join gangs to make money for American addicts and drug lords. Drug trafficking, human trafficking, shootings… all these evils will eventually engulf this country. Paititi can't escape for long; sooner or later, they too will become slaves to drugs and machinery!"

"You didn't answer the question, Dr. Domiggs." Camilla's knee slammed into Dr. Pedro Domiggs' shoulder. The tip of the knife traced the back of Domiggs' neck. "Don't use sentimentality to disguise yourself. Where's the tracking device? In your arm? In your shoulder? Behind your ear?" Perhaps because of Camilla's indifference, or perhaps because he realized he had no other choice, Dr. Pedro Domiggs sighed, his forehead slamming against the cold deck, seemingly giving up the struggle.

"Arm," he muttered under his breath, "hurry up."

"Sir, those people... are all dead, and we haven't captured the rest either." The returning armed man stammered, "We're not familiar with the terrain, and some of them hid in caves, so we didn't dare pursue them too far. However, we've placed M18s and booby traps, so if they try to return, they'll likely be killed."

"It's alright." Camilla shook her head, not caring that her men had returned empty-handed.

The mechanic sent by the Immortal City surprised her, displaying unexpected skills. Everyone had assumed the mechanical prosthetic tentacles on the mechanic's wrist were ports for receiving data, but in fact, those tiny mechanical claws could also pick up surgical blades. While the detectors on the prosthetic eye screened the signals on Dr. Pedro Domiggs' body, the mechanic carefully manipulated the blades to cut open the skin and remove the positioning device.

"Standard procedure for minimally invasive surgery." The mechanic didn't even bother to squeeze out any disinfectant gel, because Dr. Pedro Domiggs's wound was simply too small. Unless they were in the wild, the wound, secured by the skin-tapping machine, would scab over and heal within a day, with no chance of infection. "Standard Alpha-3 subcutaneous prosthetic suture technology." The mechanic was a little embarrassed by the praise, "This technology isn't exactly a secret to the guild. I can share the technical documentation; would you like to receive the code package?"

Everyone except Dr. Pedro Domiggs, who was lying on the ground, shook their heads.

"Can you mimic this signal?" Camilla asked, holding the small device encased in a stainless steel capsule. After the mechanic gave an affirmative answer, Camilla immediately instructed Laura Crawford to rummage through the supply crates and hand over the box of portable walkie-talkies to the mechanic. She also ordered her team to catch some opossums to take to the armored personnel carrier. Sitting in the co-pilot's seat, the mechanic had to begin the modification work on the bumpy armored personnel carrier. He needed to make the signals from these walkie-talkies match the signals from Trinity's subcutaneous locator devices, while Camilla's team members would strap the modified walkie-talkies to the opossums.

After each task was completed, the members of Camilla's team would throw an opossum out of the armored personnel carrier, letting it carry the signal around. Even the signal transmitter originally installed on Dr. Pedro Domiggs was attached to the opossum. According to the mechanic's calculations, the coverage of those signal transmitters far exceeded that of Trinity's subcutaneous locators, but because his program only required transmitting a signal every ten minutes, their method was very safe, and Trinity would certainly not have time to track them.

“Now that we are invisible, Trinity won’t know which signals represent him.” Camilla glanced at the dejected Dr. Pedro Domiggs. “But we still have a problem. Please explain why those natives attacked us with Trinity? Dr. Domiggs, you keep saying you want to protect the natives of Paititi, but they seem very ungrateful.”

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(End of this chapter)