Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1382 Do Not Worship Idols (Second Update)

When Enoch learned that his companion was going to be "shut down," he did not show much emotion.

If immortal beings possessed emotions, humans would certainly be unable to comprehend the feelings of these bio-mechanical beings. The mechanical rhythms beneath their bio-skins would be entirely foreign to humans. Constantine, while traveling the universe with the Emperor, had encountered semi-mechanized races, but even highly cybernetically enhanced alien races exhibited clear emotional expressions. Emotions inherent in flesh and blood cannot be completely eradicated. Even highly cybernetically enhanced Martian sages possess emotional processing centers to assist in processing the remaining emotions within their flesh, striving for complete rationality and perfection. However, these processing centers cannot prevent Martian sages from expressing emotional preferences.

Only the incredibly advanced bionic machines like the Immortals don't translate the emotions surging within their circuitry into actual actions, because they are completely mechanized from birth, and the emotional parts of their programs are transformed into highly rational logical calculations. Enoch quickly estimated the output power of Constantine's power armor, determined which race in the universe Constantine's genetic modification level was comparable to, and then concluded—resistance would lead to death—so he spoke. "I need his computing power." He looked up, and Constantine reacted swiftly. The alien bionic machine could barely keep up with the speed of the Royal Guard; Enoch's skin sensors could even sense the dense currents on the blade of the Guardian Spear, and the overflowing energy field even burned a blackened gash on his skin. "He's an excellent observer, capable of calculating many variables in the mission."

"We will retain its computing core and computing power."

Constantine gave a brief reply, then turned his garrison spear and slammed the shaft into Enoch's forehead. Enoch crashed to the ground, the heavy metal frame creating a small crater in the high-strength concrete. Epsilon-Rodney-Radium 223, who had been basking in the joy of receiving a new project, nearly jumped up in alarm at the sight. In the Martian sage's eyes, Enoch was also one of the experimental subjects, and she was likely to obtain him as a sample after the mission.

Because the two immortals arrived on Earth at vastly different times, Epsilon-Rodney-Ray 223 is eager to study the differences between various alien androids and understand the generational shifts in immortal technology. She could even launch a new project to explore the productivity development of immortal societies by examining the differences between different generations of immortals.

Epsilon-Rodney-Radium 223 knew nothing about the Immortals, this alien cyborg race. In fact, Immortal society had no concept of development. The Immortals were a race deployed to a habitable planet by a higher-level race. From the beginning, they possessed an extremely strict caste system, rigorously divided according to function, and had highly advanced productive equipment and a mature sense of shared mission. Their job was simply to collect information on various races in the universe for their creator; they had absolutely no motivation or need for development. Now, the higher-level race that created the Immortals had vanished from the universe tens of thousands of years ago. What development the Immortals underwent after the higher-level race's departure is unclear, but Constantine speculated that it probably wouldn't have exceeded the stage at which they were deployed. Therefore, he could only speculate based on rumors circulating in the universe and the information he was about to obtain from the data center of the Immortal who had become an experimental subject.

This assessment is extremely necessary because the planet Chronyca-2, inhabited by the Immortals, has been invaded by an extradimensional spiritual entity and its minions. While it's uncertain whether the Immortals can repel and eliminate the invaders, assessing their military strength will allow for an effective evaluation of the capabilities of both sides, enabling preparation for a potential war and targeted research and development.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Just spacing out." Precision Stand shrugged and stepped on the gas. Agent Coulson found it strange, because Precision Stand had suddenly regained its vitality a few seconds earlier, no longer exhibiting the calm demeanor of an autonomous artificial intelligence. He believed his guess was correct; the operator of Precision Stand was probably busy dealing with something and could only focus a little attention on this alchemical Stand. "This is an alchemical body," Precision Stand said, seemingly to conceal its true nature. "This body breathes, bleeds, and metabolizes, so thinking normally isn't a problem, and spacing out is a common phenomenon."

"You're in charge," Agent Coulson said with a smile. "I don't know anything about the Life-Model Decoy project."

"You're telling the truth. You don't know that Dr. Horton Radcliffe has perfected the Life-Model Decoy project." The Precision Stand nodded calmly. "So I don't want to get information about the Life-Model Decoy project from you. I'll only use you to persuade Robbie Reyes to surrender. I don't want a fight to break out here. No one wants to be famous more than the residents here. You understand what I mean."

Agent Coulson shook his head.

"I think I just saw Angela White. She's one of the female celebrities I subscribe to. Anyway, these female celebrities are no different from Hollywood stars; they all crave exposure. If Ghost Rider clashes with me here, every detail of the fight will be exposed, and I don't want that to happen."

Agent Coulson didn't believe a word the precise double said.

He knew the Emperor had the ability to control electronic devices in the surrounding area, even dashcams could be hacked and controlled, let alone actively networked devices like cell phones and surveillance cameras. As for who Angela White was, he genuinely didn't know, and didn't care to know. He even pretended not to hear the part about subscribing to Pornhub memberships after the Precise Stand incident, because he understood what it meant. However, this information was useless for studying the Emperor; everyone knew Natasha Romanov had already arrived in the Balkans and at the space station, and with her there, there was no work for other female spies.

The double parked the car on Mission Hills Avenue in San Fernando, near the San Fernando Church. This was the 17th of 21 Spanish missions established in California by the Spanish Mission. The church had been sold by Governor Piopico under the Mexican Secularization Act of 1833 and transferred to the Catholic Church in 1861. Charles Fletcher Lummis took protective measures after the missionary buildings and 75 acres of land were returned to the church.

Today, this historically significant church is a small chapel within the Archdiocese of Los Angeles. The predominantly Catholic Latino population made parking here a clear indication that the double was targeting them. However, Agent Cole had some questions. "You've always been dismissive of religious beliefs, seeing them as a tool for selling fear and enslavement," he said. "If the church wasn't working, why would Robbie Reyes be here?"

The precise double shrugged. "I still maintain my view: religious beliefs are useless; what's truly useful is people. The ancient Norse people could worship the gods of Asgard and believe in Christianity, while you Judaists and Muslims have no idea who you're worshipping. If you ever find out the truth, I will laugh at you loudly."

"I don't understand."

The double got out of the car, and Agent Coulson watched as he walked toward the church.

"Whether you understand or not is meaningless; all you need to know is that there are echoes from another dimension here."

Eight in the morning

(End of this chapter)