Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1307 (First Update)

Lieutenant Nixon retrieved the last magazine from the magnetic belt and expertly inserted it into the explosive pistol on the other side of the belt, completing a one-handed magazine change. The next second, he raised his gun and fired. The explosive round shattered the obviously decaying head of a wild animal, splattering putrid blood and skull fragments onto Aparishia's boots. When the chapter commander turned around, Lieutenant Nixon waved the chapter banner in his armored mechanical arm, forcefully suppressing Aparishia's anger.

"How could I have made you my adjutant?" First Commander and First Knight Governor Aparisha couldn't help but complain over the communicator. His newly polished armor gleamed, and the insignia of the Emperor and knights on his pure white cloak made him look incredibly dashing, but his adjutant's actions shattered that impression once again. He suspected his adjutant had deliberately placed the animal in front of him; in the current climate of easing warfare, encountering even a corrupt wild animal was a strange occurrence. "I never imagined I'd do something so humorous."

"You can't go to court in such fine armor; you need to look a bit filthy," Lieutenant Nixon casually excused his behavior. The low rumble of bomb guns and the piercing buzz of plasma weapon coils charging filled the air around them. In this region, the sounds of death were commonplace; every so often, bombs rained down, destroying rocks and trees. The battle was nearing its end, and the knights would soon return to Latvinia or the Skysword space station to rest. This was why Aparishia had suddenly become so concerned with appearances; the Emperor would personally summon the First Station Commander to hear the battle report along with the War Council. "The more hard-working you appear in the Emperor's court, the more the Legion Commander and the Emperor will value you, and the more the Emperor will be able to increase our budget with the Ministry of the Interior."

"When did you learn these bureaucratic skills? Do you think they can't read the battle reports themselves?"

“That’s another matter, Aparishia. First impressions matter.” Lieutenant Nixon shrugged, his massive, layered, curved shoulder armor, emblazoned with a golden eagle, swaying back and forth. “Before becoming a knight, I was an officer on the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and also in charge of the Marine Corps’ field command. Although I can’t remember how or where I was captured by the Emperor, He recognized my value. You know that, don’t you? So it’s not surprising that you made me your lieutenant; after all, someone with brains is needed here!”

The entire chapter guard heard Lieutenant Nixon's words, and dry laughter echoed through the tactical squad's regional network communication channel. Although stripped of most emotions and unable to feel many of the fears and other human emotions that should exist, the knights still possessed their own unique cold humor and emotional response, so Chapter Commander Aparisha chose to punch Lieutenant Nixon in the head. Out of consideration for past friendship, the punch wasn't hard. The laughter stopped, and no one spoke. "Don't try to guess the Emperor's thoughts, don't play those little tricks. Those political games between mortals don't apply in the Emperor's court," Aparisha said coldly. "What the Emperor needs are enemy heads, not tattered armor."

"You'll suffer a great loss sooner or later, Aparishia." Lieutenant Nixon rubbed his swollen cheek. "I know you're loyal to the Emperor, but the courtiers around him are different. Politics is everywhere, and you can't escape it."

"I am not loyal to the Emperor, I am loyal to the Emperor's ideals," Aparisha said coldly. "The final battle must be completed within two hours. The Emperor wants to see us then. Do nothing unnecessary, Nixon. The Emperor values ​​our swords, not our words."

Camilla took a deep breath as she and her squad underwent repeated inspections by the Imperial Guard under Amon, while awaiting the Emperor's summons. Entering Vladimir's Castle in Latvia required passing through numerous security checkpoints, and even with her extensive combat experience, Camilla couldn't suppress her fear when facing the Imperial Guard.

"Anthrax, negative. HIV, negative. Coronavirus, asymptomatic..." Amon took the newly printed sheet of paper detailing the health status of the guest about to meet the Emperor. This step was to prevent anyone from assassinating the Emperor by carrying a deadly biological weapon. Although no biological weapon in the world could threaten the Emperor and the Royal Guard, the courtiers around the Emperor needed this protection. The next sheet Amon checked was a report from the Kamar-Taj interrogation department: "No dangerous tendencies in surface thought, no drug response to active nerve signals. Passed, passed, passed. The Emperor is ready to see you, Major Camilla. By the way, jungle warfare has left no health problems."

"Thank you, Amon." Camilla, a member of the Royal Guard whom she had met once in Paititi, Peru, tried her best to get closer to him. "Also, thank you for arranging the Skysword Space Station vacation, although the Martian technicians in our team didn't like it very much."

"That must be because he was reminded of his experience of being forced to work on Mars. I've been there; the working conditions on Mars are terrible, no normal person would like it there." The guard made a small joke, then pointed to the alloy blast door disguised as an oak door behind him. "I'll go in with you."

"Where is Supilulius? He's also a member of the Praetorian Guard; shouldn't he be here too?"

"That's not something you should be asking, Camilla." Amon nodded. "Don't keep the Emperor waiting; he won't be staying in Latvia for long."

Camilla's squad had come to receive an award from the Emperor in recognition of their arduous adventures in the Peruvian jungle. Laura Crawford should have also attended the ceremony, but because she was neither a Latvian nor a member of the special forces, she was ineligible for the medal. Of course, the award itself wasn't enough to warrant a personal meeting between the Emperor and Camilla; the main reason was that the Emperor wanted to discuss with Camilla the issue of the Shining Path rebels within Peru.

After World War II, due to the defeat of the Third Reich and the US's Paperclip Program, Nazi German families and American companies continued to control vast amounts of wealth and jobs in South America. They even went so far as to promote Japanese-Peruvian figures as frontmen, and the CIA cultivated large quantities of opium poppies and built drug factories there. Driven by a cutthroat competitive mentality, the emperor hoped to control Peru's and even South America's agricultural and mineral resources in Latvian hands.

This requires a massive plan and an agent familiar with South America.

There was no more suitable or perfect candidate than the Glorious Path Rebels, who had previously infiltrated the Peruvian government army and witnessed the tangible effects of Latvinia's ideological and operational exports. If Camilla agreed to lead the project, a $500 million arms shipment would be delivered to her team, including ground-attack aircraft, surface-to-air missiles, and anti-radiation cruise missiles. However, they could not use Latvinia's weaponry; they could only use weapons with their serial numbers removed, purchased by Latvinia's agents from arms dealers around the world, or weapons manufactured in their own factories and marketed in Africa (sold to Wakanda to support the pro-Wakanda forces they were gradually winning over; this part was handled by Queen Mother Ramonda of Wakanda and the War Dogs organization).

Indeed, Queen Mother Ramonda of Wakanda has suddenly become closer to Latvinia. Even Shuri and T'Challa are surprised at how quickly their mother has changed. One second she looked down on Latvinia, thinking they were a bunch of nouveau riche, but now she thinks Latvinia is a great partner.

"That's politics, my dear." Even though his son and daughter have taken on the responsibilities of Wakanda, Ramonda can still sit on the throne. "There's only self-interest, no sentimentality."

"That's politics," the Emperor said, seated on Grand Prince Vladimir's Baroque-style high-backed throne, addressing Camilla standing on the carpet below. "Only interests matter, no sentiments. You have time to consider whether to accept. You know the secret lines; no matter where you are in the world, as long as there's a phone signal, we can reach you. Amon, let Aparisha in; I don't want the knights to wait too long."

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