Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1505, Chapter 1501: The Lunar War (Seventeen)

"Transportation Node Gamma-II." The acoustic capture device clearly relayed the footsteps coming from below the suspended steel corridor to the cyborg implant, while the thermal imaging device also clearly relayed the movements of the clan army below to the Rangers. Alpha-Bronze 5 accurately captured what each soldier in the Ranger tactical squad heard and saw, and sent it to the chain of command for review. "Number of Mutant Organisms: Twelve; Threat Level: Deep Blue; Mutation Type: Centaurus Clan; Radiation Detection: No Radiation Indicators; Psionic Detection: No Psionic Indicators; Weapon Type Analysis: Plasma Weapons and Laser Weapons. Enemy Movement Trajectory: Heading towards Transportation Node Gamma-III. Tentative Number: B-12."

"GR-19-5 received," the transponder replied.

The hunter waited patiently as the footsteps approached, their noisy and restless thuds echoing through the quiet passage.

In the darkness, several pairs of electronic eyes covered with ruby ​​lenses stared intently at the slowly passing mutant formation below. As the first combat deployment of the Type 19, Gronov Rutov followed the battle orders and remained silent. The Type 19 genetically modified warriors accompanying him also painted their power armor non-reflective black, reduced the power output to a minimum, and sealed the ventilation vents to avoid detection by the enemy's heat tracking and infrared tracking devices. The development of the Type 19 was carried out in secret. Apart from the Emperor and the Royal Guard, no one knew that the genetically modified warriors who were openly Type 3 were actually Type 19. Gronov Rutov's reclusive personality also made them stand out from the other Type 3 genetically modified warriors who were traveling with him, providing the Emperor with an excuse to arrange for them to act freely and conduct armed reconnaissance.

As the heavy, massive power armors stepped onto the old steel suspension bridge corridor in mid-air, the giants made no sound, not even when the power armor's joint servo systems activated. The pre-damaged lighting meant only the blood-red emergency lights below could function. The Centaurus clan warriors were completely unaware that less than three meters above them, a group of shadowy giants were moving silently, like moving black shadows, tracking their enemies with silent movements and silent eyes along the steel suspension bridge corridors on either side.

Without a word, but with a single gesture, a sharp, giant claw instantly extended.

The tremors emanated from the top floor, all the metal resonating, even the metal pipes creaking under the stress. The giants in the shadows silently leaped down the steel suspension bridge, their power armor output instantly maximizing, flashes of blue electricity crackling in the dim passageway. The jump pack engines on their backs ignited, unleashing a powerful thrust that sent the giants crashing down like sledgehammers. The first centaur clan warrior to fall succumbed to the crushing weight. Gronov Rutov slammed his kneecap into the squad leader's cervical spine; no matter how strong the mutant's bones, they couldn't withstand the combined force of the genetically modified warrior and the several-ton weight of his power armor. The other warriors found their targets as well. Gronov Rutov crushed the mutant squad leader's head with his knee, then, kneeling, swung the massive claws on his fists, slicing open the armored abdomens and sides of nearby centaur clan mutants, their bloody entrails gushing out like a waterfall.

Gronov Rutov immediately changed his actions.

He flipped forward once and immediately stood up, the flames from his jump pack helping him maintain his balance in mid-air. The moment one of his steel boots touched the ground, the propulsion engine flashed, and with the help of the motion compensator, he gained momentum from the ground. The sudden burst of flames propelled him towards the mutants surrounded by genetically modified soldiers, like a black steel hurricane. Huge blades sliced ​​through the air, flashing blue lightning moving at speeds imperceptible to the naked eye, slicing through bone, cutting through steel, and scorching flesh. Boiling blood and viscera billowed from the mutilated remains, releasing a pungent, nauseating stench.

The silent massacre lasted less than three seconds. The mutant warriors didn't even have time to pull the trigger before being killed by the Type 19 warriors using silenced special explosive pistols in the steel suspension bridge corridor. A few barely audible cries of pain were choked in the throat by fingers encased in ceramic-insulated composite micro-reactive fiber alloy armor. All the squad members silently shut off their weapons, retracting their clean-cut giant claws and gradually ceasing-rotating chainsaws. The blue electric light that had enveloped the corridor vanished instantly, and even the emergency lights couldn't detect their black armor.

Gronov Rutov gestured for a return to the steel suspension bridge corridor, picking up the communicator for the Centaurus clan squad. Following instructions, he inserted a Martian-made analytical chip into the communicator's data interface, adding the Centaurus defense forces' communication commands to his own channel. He then put the communicator back to prevent the enemy from discovering he had gained the necessary privileges to monitor the Centaurus army's movements. The five-man tactical squad had easily thwarted four Centaurus ambush attempts—this was the fourth time, and Gronov Rutov had finally found a sufficiently high level of command authority to allow Martian technicians to hack into the surveillance systems of Attilan's residential area and even the council district. There were ten Type 19 tactical squads like this, each belonging to the Second Combat Group's armed reconnaissance units, tasked with clearing Inhuman reconnaissance operations, cutting off enemy information sources, and gathering intelligence for command.

This kind of work isn't well-suited to the Third Army, which typically serves as a commando unit, but it's perfectly suited for the Type 19 genetically modified warriors, who are almost identical in their mental models, to conduct joint armed reconnaissance operations with the First Army. Due to their superior intelligence gathering capabilities, they can now track the movements of all Inhuman clan armies, requiring only a small number of reconnaissance scouts with information superiority to determine the accuracy of the intelligence. Tactically, the cyborg scouts are not much different from armed drones. "Feather Squad is heading to the traffic node Delta-II, carrying out Mission A-4." This was Gronov Rutov's first speech after the mission, GR-19-50, "Sending enemy communication keys."

On Constantine's battle map, a tactical icon begins to move slowly.

Clicking on this tactical chart reveals the identification numbers of the five members of Feather Squad, including GR-19-5, along with all their information, including medical data and current physiological data, displayed on the left side of the screen. This latter data is primarily fed back to the genetic research lab led by Dr. Maya Hansen. Researchers in this lab include former members of Hydra's AIM Vanguard Technology, but under the Emperor's control, Vanguard Technology is now completely under the control of Stephanie Malik. However, Stephanie Malik lacks authority to oversee the genetic lab; instead, Maya Hansen and a brainwave-output computer control the entire operation—Dr. Daniel Whitehall's brain, directly supervised by the Guardians. If these Type 19 warriors pass the combat assessment, they will, as a secretly manufactured unit, gain independent designations and operational opportunities, and will be used in the next material universe war.

Maps of the five clan districts, commercial districts, and parliamentary districts are still being drawn. A large number of micro-drones have entered the core area of ​​Attilan through ventilation ducts, streets, and sewers, scanning every steel plate, every brick, and everything that was not built in the initial design but has been formed over the years.

This isn't to blame the spies for not providing accurate intelligence, but rather because even within the Genetic Council, there wasn't an accurate map of Attilan's core region. The only reliable reference was the Starfortress map drawn by the Kree Empire in Attilan's early days. However, this map became useless over time, as numerous illegal structures were built by Attilan's inhabitants to accommodate the ever-growing clan population. Without reconnaissance and relying on the Kree map, the army entering Attilan's core region would inevitably face complex terrain, becoming bogged down in urban warfare, vulnerable to attacks from all sides, and missing the opportunity to decapitate the command structure. Although both sides could resolve their supply issues, the Emperor didn't want to eat high-calorie compressed rations for several days in a row, and there were some issues beyond the moon that urgently needed His attention.

About Kamar-Taj.

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