Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 439 Failure Is Not Allowed (Second Update)

Tita put away her explosive gun, grabbed the steel cable, and jumped down into the elevator shaft.

The infrared night vision system in her helmet activated automatically, allowing her to see the situation in the elevator shaft. The sorority members remaining above the shaft were engaged in a firefight with soldiers rushing up the stairs to provide support. As she went deeper, these sounds echoed back and forth in the shaft, growing fainter and fainter, like a dream.

Gradually, apart from the grating sound of gloves rubbing against steel cables, almost all other sounds disappeared, and the firefight above the elevator shaft became as blurry as if it were happening in another dream. Tita gradually heard her own breathing clearly, and for the first time, she felt her heart (alchemy engine) beating. The place where the gloves touched the steel cables was getting hotter and hotter, and the night vision mode activated by the electronic eyes made her feel like her eyes were about to burn.

"Madam, we've arrived," Sevia reminded them, stepping over the mangled, unrecognizable pieces of flesh. This was the site of the heavy grenade explosion. Tita could clearly see the cratered concrete walls and shrapnel, and an unknown number of dismembered corpses and weapons on the elevator. Tita felt a wetness beneath her steel high heels. If she hadn't activated the magnetic traction device in her heels, she thought she might have tripped and fallen on the sticky, foul-smelling entrails and flesh.

The assault team members, including Tita, landed first. They had already drawn their longswords, activated their Steel Wings modules, and leaped into the ranks of soldiers firing at them from behind cover. Their attack was highly effective; by the time Tita stepped out of the freight elevator, only a handful of soldiers remained to resist.

Catherine's masterful killing skills terrified these soldiers who had never been on the battlefield before. The Steel Wings module gave her exceptional mobility on the battlefield, and her superb swordsmanship and marksmanship allowed her to kill more than ten soldiers on her own.

He charged, swung his sword, and fired—every step was executed with utmost skill.

The sorority members had taken control of the soldiers in the foyer, disarming them of all their weapons. Some members had blew up another elevator shaft in the bunker and returned to the surface via the original cargo elevator shaft, buying time for Tita's operation. Tita didn't even glance at the surrendered soldiers kneeling on the ground with their hands raised. Her steel high heels left terrifying, bloody footprints on the metal floor; every step she took seemed to be an order to kill.

She directed the sorority members to open the tightly closed steel door, and then an android carrying a special device stepped forward. The officer, who had been about to reveal the code, was about to speak when Catherine punched him to the ground—she felt the battle had ended too quickly, failing to allow her to fully demonstrate her skills, and now she was furious and wanted to vent her frustration.

The thermoelectric cutting device developed by Su Rui easily sliced ​​through the heavy steel gate in less than 30 seconds. To avoid damaging the delicate equipment and causing an accident, Tita put away her explosive pistol, raised her longsword, and went inside. There were no armed personnel behind the steel gate; those present were all researchers maintaining the nuclear weapons.

Tita randomly grabbed a researcher who was holding his head and asked him to lead the way.

With her goal within reach, she couldn't allow herself to fail.

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"Huff—" Darcy gasped for breath as she walked forward, her face flushed an unnatural red. Aside from the effects of strenuous exercise, even her breath reeked of alcohol. Salomon followed slowly behind her, seemingly unconcerned about being caught.

"Hurry, hurry!" Darcy felt her throat was burning. "The police are catching up!"

"Yeah, yeah," Salomon replied nonchalantly, because the exhausted Darcy couldn't even walk as fast as he usually did. The reason they were in this predicament was quite simple. Darcy hadn't been able to resist sharing a small glass of liquor with Salomon in the taxi—vodka, rum, and whiskey. Darcy laughed as she clinked glasses with Salomon and then downed her drink in one gulp.

She became increasingly happier with each drink, even starting to sing in the taxi. By the time they arrived at the Royal Opera House, Darcy was completely drunk; if Salomon hadn't been supporting her, she might have collapsed onto the ticket seller. She was clearly not fit to enter the opera house, but the intoxicated Darcy couldn't bear to hear it.

She thrust out her conspicuous chest, broke free of Salomon's arm, and half-crawled into the ticket hall, intending to argue with the staff in black vests. Unsurprisingly, they weren't met with service, but rather with guards trying to shoo them away. No one knew what Darcy was thinking in her drunken state; instead of resisting the guard's advances, she stared intently at him with wide eyes.

Then she laughed foolishly. Even drunk, Darcy wasn't very aggressive, and with her sweet face and exaggerated figure, the guard easily lowered his guard, his initially stern words softening considerably. "Madam, you're not in the right state to appreciate art right now." The young guard, captivated by Darcy's figure, even began to fawn over her. "We have a lounge here; perhaps you could take a look?"

Darcy laughed again. Unexpectedly, Darcy suddenly jumped up and slammed her forehead hard into the guard's nose.

"Run, Salomon, run!" Darcy's emotions shifted rapidly. She began to cry loudly, calling Salomon's name and urging him to run. Other sharp-eyed guards also gathered around. Salomon, who originally did not want to show his face, had no choice but to cast a small spell to blur his face, and then dragged the drunken Darcy out of the Royal Opera House.

Poor Darcy thought she had committed some heinous crime. She walked and cried, muttering nonsense like, "I'm a stupid pig, all I do is carry things, Jane, don't abandon me," "Savage, why aren't you wearing pants?" or "Salomon, why aren't you taking off your clothes?" But before she could say more than a few words, Darcy seemed to remember what she had done not long ago, and then she started giggling.

Salomon walked behind and recorded Darcy's foolish behavior on his phone.

"Were you... taking pictures of me without my knowledge?"

"Of course not," Salomon said matter-of-factly.

"Oh, that's good..." Darcy looked around. "Where's the toilet... I need to use the toilet."

"Hey, don't take your pants off here, you idiot!"

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"Fire!" The Sorority members remaining above the elevator shaft encountered an opponent; the 40mm howitzer would still cause them some trouble. But the bigger problem was the Iron Man constantly flying in the sky—according to the Sorority's speculation, the Iron Man suit that looked very much like Iron Man's should belong to Colonel Rhodes. It was a powered armor suit with far lower technological sophistication than Stark's Iron Man suit, but its mobility and firepower were still superior to the Sorority's force-feedback powered armor.

In particular, this armor also features the same shock beam as Stark Steel armor, giving it a significant advantage in long-range firepower. Although the Sorority's heavy bolters could hit Colonel Rhodes, the excellent protective armor could stop armor-piercing rounds; the rounds that could cut a person in two could at most slow him down.

"Aura, EMP support!" The Sorority, forced back into the bunker, were now under attack from both sides. Not only were heavily armed American troops surging towards the bunker, but according to reconnaissance from the air, various armored vehicles were also heading in. Behind them, a group of soldiers were trapped in the stairwell; they had been repelled by Sorority members waiting there when they tried to return to the basement, and now could only wait in the dark stairwell for an opportunity to counterattack.

Christina, the temporary commander remaining on the ground, didn't intend to exterminate these people, as the stairs were long and doing so would only waste a lot of time. Christina issued a support order to the team on the aircraft, and EMPs, like aerial bombs, were dropped from the aircraft. The EMP generators burst into a bright blue electromagnetic circle in the air before falling straight to the front of the bunker, and activation authority had been transferred to ground commander Christina.

All electronic equipment was temporarily disabled, but the power armor modified with Wakanda technology remained functional. The vibranium-based casings of the electronic components withstood the EMP, allowing the Sisterhood's power armor to continue operating normally. Christina squinted as she watched the Iron Man suit, nearly identical to Tony Stark's, fall from the sky not far away.

Except for firearms that do not require precision instrument control and objects with simple mechanical structures, almost all electronic products and armor came to a standstill.

"Now it's our turn! Destroy the heavy armored vehicles; we need them for cover!" She changed to a new magazine and ordered her teammates behind her, "Draw your swords! Kill all enemies, kill everything that moves, give them a glorious death!"

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