Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1222 Orbital Assembly (First Update)

The ambush by Trinity and the local inhabitants wasn't all bad; at least Camilla's team and Laura Crawford gained an opportunity to learn about the enemy. Out of professional habit, after completing the mission of capturing the opossums, Camilla and her team began moving Trinity's mercenaries' weapons and ammunition as a reserve. They also seized a radio and some communications documents. The multi-talented Martian technicians had to take on another task: infiltrating the radio communication channels to monitor and track Trinity's mercenary strongholds, striking before the enemy could discover them.

"They certainly don't have anti-tank firepower, and even if they do, there won't be many."

Camilla spread a paper map on her lap and marked the outposts and personnel mentioned in the documents with colored pencils. The Martian technician, connected to his processor via radio, would occasionally point to a spot on the map with his mechanical tentacles, correcting Camilla's mistakes. At this point, Camilla's attitude had shifted from commanding an expedition to commanding a military operation deep behind enemy lines; her extensive guerrilla warfare experience and excellent tactical thinking made her realize the importance of intelligence.

"How much anti-tank fire can this armored vehicle withstand, mechanic?"

The Mars technician displayed a table on a data panel, showing the data on the armor plating of this troop transport vehicle against various types of anti-tank attacks. This was the first armored vehicle he had modified, and from the design blueprints, module modification authorization, customized production, terrain adaptation testing, system anti-jamming testing, and so on, he had been monitoring the operation of the CRA-6-Gamma experimental command system on this armored vehicle. Thinking about the possibility of encountering anti-tank fire, the Mars technician began to mutter in frustration, but everyone present ignored the unintelligible words he was uttering.

"Then this armored personnel carrier is enough to support our mission." Camilla considered the most common anti-tank methods in Peru, going through long passages of numbers, tables, and graphs before arriving at her conclusion. "Trinity will definitely discover the fall of the outer outposts, whether through survivor reports or regular communications. If they send people to investigate, they will definitely find track marks. We must be prepared to face anti-tank fire. The best approach is to disperse and use guerrilla warfare tactics to deal with Trinity's outposts in the forest. The forest is not only Trinity's cover, but also ours. Now that we have an advantage, let's make good use of it."

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“I know, Laura.” Camilla raised her hand to stop Laura Crawford from continuing. “I won’t forget how urgent your work is, but Trinity is an obstacle on our path to completing the mission. We either remove it or step on it; you can’t ignore it either way. Don’t be too pessimistic; we are not alone. When our sponsors think we need help, they will contact us. I believe that Trinity’s mercenaries are definitely no match for the firepower of a ground attack aircraft.”

"I extracted tissue samples from the local indigenous people and Trinity mercenaries," the Martian technician suddenly said. Camilla was somewhat surprised; she had never instructed the Martian technician to do this before. Now it seemed she could only conclude that there was a reason headquarters had placed this Martian technician by her side. "Those indigenous people with feathered heads may have some genetic issues, but my attachments don't provide more information. We must wait for headquarters to analyze the genetic code I sent back."

"Atavism? That's rather alarming. Extradimensional forces have begun to gradually alter the genes of the local natives. I'm afraid it won't be long before they develop unsightly traits." The young mage held a report from the biological genetics laboratory in his hand. Freshly printed, it had been delivered to the Latvian Emperor's private strategic intelligence room within ten minutes. Combining this with photos taken at the scene, the young mage drew a general conclusion. However, not everyone present understood his words. Facing the puzzled Wanda Maximov, the young mage patiently explained, "Cultists often exhibit characteristics of their masters, either spiritually or physically. Their behavior often reflects the beliefs of extradimensional entities, and their bodies are often mutated. Judging from this report, it's quite surprising that those cultists haven't yet turned into fish."

"He means that growing scales is always a bit of an exaggeration," Emperor Latvinia shrugged. "The genetic differences between humans and scaly animals aren't as great as you might think. Snakes, fish, lizards..."

"Is this a common occurrence?" Wanda Maximov asked.

Although she learned a lot from the Emperor, she never received a complete and systematic education, and at that time the Emperor's training for her focused on self-control and application. The same is true now, since if Wanda cannot control her power, others will suffer. Therefore, some less important details were missed in Wanda Maximov's knowledge and will take a long time to fill in.

"Not necessarily. There's no pattern to this. Physical mutations and mental mutations don't happen in any particular order. The only certainty is that the more a creature is favored, the more severe the mutation will be." Emperor Latvinia poured himself and Wanda a glass of brandy. Like the one he used to serve the singer last time, this bottle of brandy also came from the Napoleonic era. "Although I said when I was teaching you that you could use mathematics to understand that kind of power, that's just an empirical dogma that humans can understand and apply. We're like mosquito larvae floating on a summer pond, feeding on unseen plankton. If we go too deep into the pond, we'll just become food for the big fish at the bottom, whose minds can't comprehend us."

"That sounds pathetic," Wanda said, taking the brandy. "It sounds hopeless."

"Perhaps, but I believe nuclear weapons wouldn't say that." The Emperor raised an eyebrow. "Karmar-Taj does this kind of work with no end in sight, but I believe that one day this work will also end. So... let's start with Quetzalcoatl. Kill them one by one, and one day all the outer dimensional entities will be wiped out, not a single one left."

Master Wang rolled his eyes and made no comment.

"Don't you care about enough things?" Little Wang the monk asked, pointing at Hammurabi as he walked into the strategic intelligence room.

"The Cuban side accepts," the Imperial Guard said. "We have time to go to Peru to carry out our mission."

"for how long."

"At least one day. Diana Lister is still negotiating for the rest of the time, but if you use a substitute, that time can be extended further." Hammurabi didn't mention how many assassination attempts Diana Lister had survived, or the siege by the American fleet before she entered Cuba; these were things the Emperor already knew, and there was no need to bring them up again. The Emperor wasn't one to ignore the achievements of his subordinates, and Hammurabi knew that Diana Lister would receive a medal of honor upon returning to Latvia. He handed over a data panel, the table clearly showing the current personnel and supplies gathered at the Skysword Space Station. Pegasus heavy assault transport ships, Eagle-type assault ships, landing craft carrying a large number of armored vehicles and tanks, and both mortal troops and genetically modified warriors were all fully equipped and ready to respond to an orbital airborne assault.

"Amon has infiltrated Peru to prepare for the war, and five regiments of Fire Knights have assembled at Skysword Space Station, led by Company Commander Aparishia and Commander-in-Chief Constantine. Your Majesty, we are ready to destroy any enemy."

Emperor Latvian looked at the young mage.

"His Holiness will send a mages from the Temple Order." The young mage bowed slightly, expressing his respect for the Sorcerer Supreme. "The mages will be directly added to the combat ranks of Latveria and the Immortal City."

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