Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 773 The Fate of Weapons (First Update)

When S.H.I.E.L.D. was destroyed, some of the carrier command centers that were cruising at sea either quelled the Hydra rebellion on the ships or became Hydra assets. At that time, the Immortal City did not have the ability to take control of all the S.H.I.E.L.D. ships around the world. Moreover, Stephanie suggested giving up some S.H.I.E.L.D. assets to reduce the search efforts of the US authorities. As a result, many small ships have become mobile bases for pirates and mercenaries. The carrier where Mike was stationed was the former. With the help of the Immortal City, his carrier, under the leadership of Commander Gonzalez, Agent Weaver, head of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Academy, and agents from the Sorority of the Immortal City and Victoria Hand, swiftly eliminated most of the rebels.

After the rebellion ended, Gonzalez sent Barbara and Mike to infiltrate Coulson's team of agents to find out what had happened. Then came the discovery of the secret vibranium box given to him by Agent Coulson, and the series of events surrounding Gonzalez's death in the Inhumans' hideout. After Mike confessed his crimes to Agent Coulson, he and Barbara Morse joined the team.

It's fair to say that Mike, formerly an aircraft carrier maintenance pilot, is probably the most highly trained agent currently at this S.H.I.E.L.D. base. While he may not have the spy gadgets Agent Coulson has collected, nor the numerous dangerous missions experienced by field agents like Melinda May and Barbara Morse, his vigilance is undeniable. He also won't let personal opinions dictate his assessments of intelligence; long before Salomon's return, he had already engaged in ample communication with Stephanie.

Stephanie warned him that if those in quarantine were infected, it meant their brains were being controlled by the parasite. What they said was what the parasite said, and until the extent of the infection was determined, not a word from those in quarantine could be trusted. However, Mike didn't know who was infected and who wasn't, so he requested private conversations with Fitz, Simmons, and Will. He understood the pain of testing and quarantine, but he knew the venom of betrayal and lies would eventually erode the organization, having experienced it firsthand.

Even though the people behind the thick tempered glass were once his friends, he had no choice but to do it.

On the other hand, Mike didn't fully trust Stephanie either. He wanted to find a way to help the infected escape the infection, rather than simply burning them down like the Immortal City had done. To achieve this, he first had to understand the truth about the Rock. Even with Fitz now infected, Mike had to hold onto this only lead and continue investigating.

When Stephanie whispered Mike's plan to Salomon, the young sorcerer began to see this agent, who possessed both rational and emotional intelligence, in a new light. In an organization that was gradually losing its espionage code, Mike's wisdom was admirable. He did not agree to Stephanie's suggestion to tamper with Mike's plan, even though he knew Stephanie would not tolerate such an uncontrollable situation.

Salomon sees further.

In the vague prophecy, the monolith will attract a great enemy of humanity and an alien who has long observed intelligent races. He needs the monolith as bait, and Mike's investigation is a necessary part of achieving this. Until the quarantine and inspection of the science team and astronauts are completed, he doesn't mind Mike's efforts to save his companions.

Anyway, all they need is that astronaut. NASA's project can trace back to the Malik family, and Stephanie must cut off this lead.

"Now is not the time for destruction." His voice was very low.

Stephanie and he had left Agent Coulson's hospital room. She sensed that his old friend's unexpected injury had deeply saddened him. But she quickly dismissed the thought, for Agent Coulson alone was hardly enough to cause her monarch such grief, even if he were an old friend—she knew how ruthless her monarch was. Perhaps he foresaw the future sacrifices, or perhaps he saw how much blood would stain his hands as he carried out this plan; Stephanie couldn't know. She could only hold Salomon's hand tightly, leaning against him in silence, wanting to recall the Salomon whose eyes had shone brightly when he was first teleported back to Earth—that trembling majesty and ruthlessness, that serene divine radiance.

After a few minutes, the sorcerer seemed to finally come to his senses.

"There's more to resolving this than meets the eye; that's our real purpose."

"The assassins are ready and can be deployed at any time." She pressed close to the arcane mage, using him to block the cameras in the corridor and prevent S.H.I.E.L.D. agents from deciphering her words through lip reading—she now greatly envied the arcane mage's illusionary magic, which he often used to conceal his face; without sufficiently powerful aetherial vision, no one could see through his true appearance—"We've already mapped out the warehouses for storing dangerous materials," she said. "We just need to wait until we withdraw from the base to begin the operation."

"Very good. We must remove those alien mutant genes from Earth's human gene pool. We must begin preparing for the next phase of the war against the moon. The genetic mutations and potential risks of those Inhumans have exceeded what is permissible."

Salomon's voice was so clear it was as if he were whispering in her ear.

Stephanie knew her monarch had issued a genocide order no less severe than the American genocide of Native Americans or the Nazi genocide of Jews. But she also knew it was unavoidable, because not every Inhuman's mutation was as mild as Daisy Johnson's or Lincoln's; the Inhumans on the moon had already lost their human form due to the Kree's genetic experiments. Stephanie's access granted her the ability to read the mysterious books Salomon kept on his bookshelf. She knew that Inhumans were more susceptible to extradimensional contamination than ordinary humans, a consequence of the forbidden mutation technology used by the Kree.

Moreover, the Inhumans on the moon conducting experiments on their own genes in an attempt to recreate the mutation process of ancient humans by the Kree is almost unacceptable. They may think this is science, but they don't know what kind of terrible witchcraft is contained within this science.

She squeezed Salomon's large hand with satisfaction.

"Then I'll go back and hunt down the sniper who's hunting Melinda May and Daisy Jensen," she said softly. Seeing Salomon's questioning look, Stephanie explained, "I already arranged for a sniper assassin before they set off."

"Which assassin?" Salomon asked. All the assassins were produced in Maya Hansen's biological laboratory. Without using genetic enhancement technology, Maya Hansen could finally realize her long-held idea. To support her work, Salomon still used the Time Stone and the Philosopher's Stone.

Stephanie told him the assassin's number.

He could sense his number; the code, a mixture of numbers and letters, was engraved on his skull, becoming his name. Perhaps he had other names before, but after intense chemical and secret brainwashing, his brain underwent targeted redevelopment, his thought patterns were completely altered, and past memories were no longer so important.

He didn't want to dwell on his past; it was meaningless to him. Whenever he had that thought, he felt like he was chewing on a tasteless lump of nutrients. He was a weapon, a weapon born to kill, a modified weapon. A torrent of chemicals coursing through his veins granted him unparalleled combat capabilities. A black, tight-fitting, biomimetic muscle fiber suit enveloped him. This combat suit's life support system allowed him to avoid freezing to death in the frigid temperatures of 10,000 meters while lying on the belly of a Quinjet, stabilizing his breathing and heartbeat. His cloak of invisibility further allowed him to vanish without a trace.

The miniature bomb in his brain is proof of his loyalty.

He was a silent killer. He possessed a sniper rifle, a gift to him, a high-tech weapon of unparalleled craftsmanship. With this rifle, he had killed an African warlord and all his soldiers from three thousand meters away, murdered a wealthy man in his supposedly safe estate, and assassinated high-ranking officials in the Pentagon, among countless others. He didn't care, nor did he ponder the crimes those people had committed; he only knew that someone had disobeyed his master, nothing more.

This time, the two women on the plane were his targets.

He needed to wait for orders, for the orders to kill them.

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