Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1376 San Fernando (Second Update)

Constantine, led by Sergeant Ronald of the First Classified Regiment and accompanied by all the First Classified Regiment soldiers involved in the operation, entered the control room only after Epsilon-Rodney-Radium 223 had taken control of all the secondary systems. From the start of the operation to retake the medical bay by SHIELD agents to his complete control of the situation, less than fifteen minutes had passed, at least half of which was spent taking detours—although the underground passages of the Beacon Base were high enough for the Imperial Guard to pass through, many of the smaller staircases were simply too cramped. Therefore, Constantine had to use the main, spacious passageway, incidentally eliminating the machine gun operators and anti-tank missile operators that Melinda May had desperately arranged, thus reducing unnecessary casualties for the First Classified Regiment.

Sergeant Ronald followed Constantine, muttering to himself. Often, after a few shots and explosions, a long firefight corridor would become completely safe, and even the stacked bunkers (made of bricks, steel plates, and crates stuffed with supplies) could no longer be called "bunkers." Some of the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel were extremely lucky to survive, and the First Classified Regiment had to tie them up with cable ties before continuing to advance with the Imperial Guard.

Even after Constantine entered the control room, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents did not surrender.

They continued firing at the First Class Regiment soldiers and the Imperial Guard. 5.56mm, 9mm, and 7.62mm calibers—all sorts of weapons were at play. These were minor troubles for the First Class Regiment soldiers in their fully enclosed polymer armor, let alone the Imperial Guard's powered armor. Constantine fired a few shots across the Spear of the Guard, then sliced ​​some weapons at a speed imperceptible to the naked eye, finally causing the SHIELD agents in the control room to cease fire and surrender. The Rangers, who had taken a longer route and attacked from another direction, appeared at the door, surrounding Martian Sage Epsilon Rodney Radium 223, thus completely extinguishing any thoughts of escape for the SHIELD agents in the control room who weren't speechless with awe at the Imperial Guard's capabilities.

Constantine pointed to several people. The Rangers were bringing in Dr. Horton Radcliffe, Leopold Fitz, and Gemma Simmons, among others, who had been captured earlier at Dr. Horton Radcliffe's residence. "And you, Agent Maria Hill. I'm glad to see you safe and sound; my lord wouldn't want you dead here." The Guardian nodded politely, then looked at a woman glaring at him fiercely in the control room. "Melinda May, I need you to inform the other SHIELD agents outside the control room to surrender. We won't attack armed individuals; otherwise, that person will suffer the same fate as you."

The Imperial Guard pointed at an armed man who had been hit by a blast fired from the Guard Spear.

Large-caliber ammunition combined with an armor-piercing high-explosive warhead easily shredded an armed man wearing an Interceptor tactical vest, KM-2 Kevlar body armor, and boron carbide ceramic inserts into finger-sized pieces. Initially, many were too emotional to notice, but when the Royal Guard pointed out the aftermath of the brief firefight in the control room, the gruesome scene made many internal agents vomit. "My sovereign is currently negotiating with Agent Coulson. Don't waste Agent Coulson's efforts to keep you alive." The Royal Guard had studied Victoria Hand's report on the current Coulson agent team; he knew these men trusted Phil Coulson implicitly, and mentioning his name would surely have an effect. "We won't occupy this place, nor will we kidnap anyone. We want to find something and a person."

"Who?" Melinda May asked through gritted teeth. "Whose lives does that tyrant want to satisfy his bloodlust?"

Constantine was somewhat puzzled as to why Melinda May, a field agent who should have been remarkably composed, was so agitated. However, he didn't mind the agent's use of the emperor's name, since the emperor referred to himself as a tyrant, and those policies were not suited to this relatively peaceful era, so naturally some people would find them unacceptable.

"Enoch".

There is no one here with that name.

"That name is at Lighthouse Base, you just don't recognize it yet, and it's hardly a person," Constantine said. "Your understanding of Lighthouse Base is far more limited than I imagine. The Rangers have begun searching the warehouse area; we'll find the target sooner or later. Sage, do not attempt to dissect or analyze any alien artifacts before I give the order. Now, Ms. May, please begin the briefing and order the other armed SHIELD agents in the base to kneel in the corridors and surrender. If you miss this opportunity, we will show no mercy."

"Actually, I really like Los Angeles. Not because there are fewer Black people or the crime rate is lower than in New York, but because countless models from all over the world come here every year to make a living. They live in cramped rental apartments, rushing from place to place hungry, willingly lying on red sofas for a single photoshoot opportunity, hoping to be noticed by a rich man or to get a lot of work after becoming famous. If a young, wealthy person can best experience the power that money brings, it's Las Vegas and Los Angeles. I love the shapely butts of Latino supermodels; believe me, the sight of them squatting down is unforgettable. As for those Latino immigrants and mixed-race Latinos living in the slums, what do I care, right?"

Phil Coulson remained silent.

This biting satire alludes to many things, including, but not limited to, Tony Stark's Los Angeles mansion, which in the past served as a place for playboy Tony Stark to bring supermodels for the night. Beyond that, it alludes to a large, poorly educated, high-crime Black and Latino community. Robbie Reyes and Gabe Reyes live in a complete slum, rife with gun violence, gang warfare, drugs, and prostitution. It's no wonder Robbie Reyes agreed to the Emperor's demands, just to keep his brother Gabe Reyes away from that money-corrupted, stinking wasteland.

Agent Coulson could see all this, but he was powerless to change anything. So when the precise double driving the rented car made sarcastic remarks beside him, he couldn't say a word, and could only put on his sunglasses and look at the scenery outside the car window. The Balkans of the past were not much better than the slums of Los Angeles; not everyone could live in the sun, but at least the person operating the precise double was willing to drag those people out into the sun, whether they wanted it or not, to clean the mold that parasitized them.

For some reason, Agent Coulson felt that the alchemical double beside him had become more lifelike.

More than two hours had passed since their first meeting in Washington. Like blood flowing back into a limb that had been constricted until it turned blue, Agent Coulson noticed a flush appearing on the double's cheeks, and his eyes were no longer so dull; he was even winking at pretty women passing by. After a while, Agent Coulson, unable to bear it any longer, pressed the button and rolled up the driver's side window.

"I thought you'd limit your charm to those under 70!"

"Fifty years ago, she was a pretty young girl. Perhaps I was still a minor when you first met me, but believe me, I'm older than anyone else in this city now. Learn some relativity, and you'll understand what I mean, or perhaps that's a bit too difficult for a high school student?"

"So that's why you left the Quinjet in San Fernando?" Agent Coulson asked, trying to keep his voice down. "I thought you were going to find Robbie Reyes!"

"That's what I'm planning to do. Tell me, where in Los Angeles is there a place that's easy to hide and not too far from Gabe Reyes? San Fernando gets people coming every day, and some people only show up once. Robbie Reyes was last seen here. Maybe we can find him at some celebrity's house, right?"

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(End of this chapter)