Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1237 Bridge Club (Second Update)

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Dame Hensingley.” T’Challa winked, his humor as sharp as ever. “Excuse me, now’s not the time for a hand-kiss, or my immune system will start protesting.” He said with a laugh, “My friend told me you might have some information you’d like to share with us?”

“I found the silver casket.” Laura Crawford shook her head, roughly tidying her filthy ponytail with her hands. “But Pedro Domiggs revealed that only by combining the dagger with the silver casket can the awakening of Quetzalcoatl be stopped. The dagger is still in the hands of Trinity, and we can’t get it. Unless we get the dagger, we can’t stop this disaster; the sea will eventually flood the entire Amazon rainforest and even the Andes Mountains.”

"See? I told you, this is easy to solve," T'Challa said.

He still hadn't given up on the idea of ​​reversing Quetzalcoatl's awakening by studying the simulation data from Latvian research departments, naively believing that this matter could be resolved without any sacrifice, and that the Latvian emperor wouldn't need to go to such lengths, even at the cost of dispatching genetically modified soldiers and a large amount of weaponry. The emperor didn't discourage T'Challa's bizarre confidence because he knew that T'Challa knew far too little information, and that T'Challa's thinking was typical of a superhero.

T'Challa believed that sending a task force to solve the problem was not entirely due to political factors such as diplomatic relations. He was unaware that the awakening of Quetzalcoatl was imminent, and he could not understand how anxious the Emperor of Latvinia was, who was committed to sacrifice in this mission. The Wakandans thought this was something that happened on another continent and did not need to be taken seriously. Even T'Challa only began to take it seriously after reading the data. He persuaded the nobles in his country and came to Peru at the emperor's summons because the planted plains of Wakanda were very likely to be hit by a tsunami.

"The army is advancing, and Trinity's armed helicopters can't gain air superiority. We can find that Trinity commander named Rourke and take the dagger from him." T'Challa nodded. "Then it's just a matter of those steps we don't understand. As long as the dagger is stuck in the silver box, the disaster will be averted, right?"

"No... Quetzalcoatl will still awaken, but the silver box will only protect the one who awakens him. The disaster will still happen." Laura Crawford sighed. "Onuratu told me that Amaru wants to destroy everything except Paititi, protecting the natives by destroying all the colonists."

"That's really crazy," Nakia said. "But who is Amaru?"

"That's Pedro Domegs's real name. You can look up some information on him when you have time, Nakia," T'Challa reminded her. He turned to look at the Emperor of Latvia, "I believe the organization behind him has no idea that Pedro Domegs's plan is this insane."

"That's right, the Trinity High Council truly doesn't know." Emperor Latvinia gestured with slight embarrassment. "If you intend to use this information to instigate the soldiers protecting Pedro Domigos, then I can only apologize. This plan will never succeed. Those mercenaries are already firmly bound to Pedro Domigos. Even if we promise them survival by laying down their weapons, it won't work, because Pedro Domigos is the only surviving member of the Trinity High Council, automatically promoted to Chairman. Believe me, for those mercenaries, unemployment is more painful than death."

News of a gas explosion at a private bridge club in London’s West End was delivered to T'Challa.

Nick Fury, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stood across the street watching London firefighters rush to extinguish the blaze during his lunch break. He was still dressed as a homeless man, but Westminster wasn't without its homeless populations; even if their faces were captured on surveillance cameras, MI5 couldn't track them down immediately. He listened to the surrounding chatter; most people's attitude towards the fire was one of regret for the destruction of the ancient building, rather than concern for who lived inside. According to firefighters who entered the scene, flames of unknown origin had ignited old, gas-filled pipes dating back to the Victorian era. The immense impact even blew down a wall, killing the owner of a private bridge club who was heating tea on a stove. The injured guests were rushed to the hospital.

The only question is why the debris from the collapsed wall was scattered inside the kitchen and not next door. Nick Fury can answer that: the shaped charge warhead was aimed at the kitchen. The powerful jet of metal pierced the wall, ignited the gas, and triggered a chain of explosions, sending the target to their doom.

He was satisfied with the result; after all, it had been many years since he'd returned to fieldwork, and Nick Fury had forgiven himself for miscalculating the amount of explosives. The professionals' investigation of the fire scene would soon reveal the truth, but Nick Fury didn't care. He was going to the hospital to thoroughly resolve the issue, and by the time the London Metropolitan Police or some other expert produced their report, he would have already left the UK.

The advance team descended from the sky aboard the Pegasus super-heavy assault transport boat and the Eagle heavy assault boat, landing in a forest clearing not far from the battlefield. There was no clearing for the assault transport boats to land, but the plasma-tipped ground-attack missiles mounted on the gunboats forcibly vaporized and burned the forest, creating a controllable forest fire to establish a temporary landing zone for the troops to assemble. The previously subsided rain resumed, attempting to cool the raging flames; the thick white smoke from the burning embers and the acrid smell, combined with the surging hot air, resembled a heavy white cloak and dense fog draped over the treetops.

Company Commander Aparisha, brandishing his massive execution tomahawk, descended the nose ramp and stood on the still-warm, orange-red embers of the earth. His blood-red battle robe fluttered in the hot air from the distant burning forest and the howling winds whipped up by the void engines. He took a deep breath of the ash-laden, acrid air. His newfound senses quickly analyzed the significantly below-average oxygen levels, consistent with what happens during a forest fire. He had witnessed such scenes many times before; when heavy weapons squads destroyed targets, the oxygen levels and surrounding temperatures would drop to lethal levels.

By the time Constantine and Hannibal disembarked from the Emperor's personal Pegasus super-heavy assault transport ship, the heavy weapons squads, assault squads, and mechanized infantry of the First and Second Companies of the Fire Knights were all ready for battle, forming a mixed combat formation on the dark gray ground. The armored vehicles carried by the Eagle Heavy Assault Ship also started up on the only road available for travel.

Aparishia gave Constantine a wicked grin, the excessively muscular face making the smile look particularly malevolent. While the genetic modification surgery gave the warriors steel-like bones and muscles, powerful respiratory and immune systems, the unnatural hormones secreted by the new organs during the process also caused every muscle in their bodies to develop excessively. "When can we have a fight, Constantine?" he asked, raising his execution axe with eager anticipation, his voice hoarse and rough like sandpaper. "I heard from the legion commander that the Royal Guard aren't warriors, they're bodyguards."

"Training cage or arena, it'll do. Then you'll understand. If you still have any honor left, go and fulfill the mission the Emperor has given you." Constantine glanced at him coldly. Aparisha gritted his teeth and gripped the handle of the execution axe, but suddenly calmed down. Now was not the time for personal competitiveness to clash with the commander. Aparisha could still distinguish between competitiveness and the honor of victory. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been personally promoted to this position by the Emperor. The Emperor valued more than just personal bravery.

"Move out now, we're joining the battle." Constantine and Hannibal, spears in hand, faced the Infernal Knights who were ready for battle. The chain of command was established, ensuring unimpeded communication across the battlefield. The gunships that had carried the Infernal Knights to the surface had also taken off after completing their missions, carrying out reconnaissance and search operations. This group's route did not overlap with Camilla's team; in fact, a low mountain range separated them. Constantine blinked and, through the indicator in his helmet, issued the order via the standard chain of command: "Leave no survivors."

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