Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 752 The Little Secret of the Immortal City (Second Update)

"Damn the CIA!" Victoria Hand spat, fully expressing her disdain for her old rival.

The staff at the aircraft carrier command center were all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents wanted by the United States, and Victoria Hand's trusted confidants. They were used to their superior's attitude. Before S.H.I.E.L.D. was destroyed, one of Victoria Hand's many tasks was to prevent external infiltration—Hydra was considered internal infiltration, and no one would blame her for it—the CIA was the department that infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D. the most; even the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, which trained its personnel, could find traces of this intelligence agency. Agent Hand's most frequent contact in carrying out this work was the CIA, but to avoid a complete falling out with the US government, at that time she could only plunder CIA agents from various S.H.I.E.L.D. bases and wait for Langley headquarters to pick them up, rather than simply and decisively firing "rapidly flying loyalty pills" into the spies' skulls.

Before S.H.I.E.L.D.'s collapse, the last person she suspected was actually Peggy Carter's niece, Sharon Carter, but she didn't publicly state this due to Peggy Carter's political influence. This matter remained buried in her heart, but due to the nature of her mission, she never had the opportunity to verify this idea.

Are you sure?

"It's a secret mission. If possible, please look into the relevant information. The last time the Sorority raided Langley Air Force Base, not the headquarters next to the Lincoln Memorial, so this is our first opportunity to access CIA classified files," Victoria Hand said in the detached tone she often used when commanding operations. "I remember you carried out a mission to steal CIA classified documents when you were still in the Red Room, didn't you?"

Victoria caught glimpses of her employees whispering amongst themselves, occasionally lowering their voices to avoid being overheard. She didn't mind letting these intelligence analysts know; they had worked under her for many years and had been thoroughly vetted, posing no risk of leaking intelligence or colluding with the enemy.

"Only once, and then they improved their security measures." Natasha Romanov smiled, making no secret of her past missions.

"But this time you're also carrying high-tech armor you haven't had before, aren't you?" Victoria said without hesitation. "In fact, my lord believes that the CIA's internal information about the Council on Foreign Relations will reveal to us the intricate web of financial conglomerates within the United States. For example, international financial alliances and military-industrial complexes such as JPMorgan Chase, Goldman Sachs, and Martin Laboratories. You should be able to understand my lord's ambition and the importance of this mission."

Victoria's voice crackled with static to Natasha's ears, somewhat jarring, but she didn't mind taking the time to chat with Agent Hand during their journey. After all, staring at the sky was incredibly boring, and autopilot could completely replace any manual control. "I thought he'd choose to use it rather than destroy it."

"My lord quoted a phrase that describes the consumerism, proliferation, and compromise inherent in capitalism. Although these groups may temporarily succumb to violence, they will fantasize about becoming masters when the time is right. Therefore, before using them, we must break their spines and make them see the authoritarianism of totalitarianism."

"Tsk—you actually read his book?" Natasha suddenly felt a toothache.

"This was just casual conversation. After these groups founded the United States, the military-industrial complex provided them with protection, and it has been difficult for something like the Knights Templar to happen again. The price to become a modern Philip IV is enormous, but I believe my lord can afford it."

Why do you say that?

"You have the authority to know this, but you haven't been here long enough to properly browse your intelligence database." Victoria pressed a button, and the transparent soundproof window of the command room slowly lowered. She smiled and said, "Next time, I can let my lord take you to see other planets. The secrets of the Immortal City are not limited to just one spaceship."

"Of course I own more than one spaceship, Malbus. But I can't let you do research on it right now."

"Why! My Lord, why?" The Fifth Demon Pillar was somewhat agitated. When he heard that Salomon had finally handed over a warship to him intact, allowing him to board and inspect it, his excitement almost immediately manifested in his multi-functional prosthetic limbs and enhancement components—specifically, sparks flew everywhere and lubricating oil gushed out like a fountain. This also caused a small fire, but fortunately, no personnel, servants, or servo skulls were injured.

"Because I need you to first digest the technology of spaceships, Malbus. I need you to accumulate enough technology to completely replicate a spaceship. Only then can you research the next one. We're not treating these spaceships as idols; we need to produce, build, and maintain them. These ships alone are far from enough to achieve our goals. I need thousands upon thousands of expeditionary fleets!"

"But, my lord, even Xandar has never possessed such a terrifying warship. With just one, we could easily destroy Xandar's orbital forces."

"Xandar lost to the Kree Empire and Malbus precisely because their warships were not powerful enough. It is because the Kree Empire and Xandar are not strong enough that they have dragged the war on until now. Although they are all products of Celestial genetic engineering, we must do better than them. Only in this way can we demonstrate the potential of the human race and prove that we are superior to all aliens."

"I will do it, my lord." Malbashi lowered his head, offering no comment on Salomon's words, which were full of human chauvinism. He didn't care about humanity; he joined the Immortal City only because Salomon was his master, and moreover, Salomon could provide him with a lot of non-existent technology from Hell—the only real place in that damned nightmare world—for his research. Nothing was more important to him than that.

His hologram flickered a few times. Clearly, the small fire not long ago had affected his projection equipment; the stupid servo skull's anti-gravity thrusters were somewhat damaged.

"Don't forget the robot I wanted; it's a project we designed together."

Malbus nodded. He had long known that Salomon needed a ground war machine capable of deciding one's fate, and now he and the Monarch had preliminary plans and designs. To expedite the process, he had to utilize the artificial intelligence Ultron. This action had Salomon's consent, but it could only be carried out under extremely close surveillance.

"Your work is demanding. We must get everything in order before entering the spacetime distortion," Salomon said gravely. If it weren't for a chubby, gray, short-haired cat constantly trying to poke at Malbus's holographic projection, this conversation would have been suffocatingly serious. A moment later, a smartly dressed maid rushed in and took the chubby cat away from the holographic projection table. Only then did Salomon resume the call with Malbus. "We must be fully prepared. After this, you'll be facing that terrifying time alone, and I don't want anything to go wrong."

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(End of this chapter)