Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 776 The Warhead (Second Update)

No matter how far the topic veered off course, Salomon and Stephanie continued with their work.

No matter how bad the future may be, it will not stop the sorcerer from completing his current task.

Although Stephanie appeared unremarkable on the surface, as the arcane mage's closest lieutenant, she had begun undergoing a specially tailored alchemical enhancement process for Salomon, making her one of the few in the Immortal City who could keep up with Salomon's work pace. She arranged everything after hanging up the phone.

A local construction company in Gloucester was dispatched to renovate the ancient castle belonging to the Malik family. Gideon Malik transferred ownership of the land to Stephanie to facilitate her work. Before commencing any planning, the construction company was to remove all decorations from the castle to prevent anyone from tracing the Malik family back through the Hebrew word printed on the parchment.

In fact, the construction company was controlled by the Malik family. They also needed to dismantle a special room in the castle, containing a late 19th-century plumbing system. Scholars belonging to the Malik family at the time believed that sound waves and vibrations were key factors in the deformation of the megalith and the opening of the portal. Will later entered the megalithic portal in this way. Because the relevant documents are too old and are all paper documents, Gideon Malik is still arranging for them to be scanned. Later, those documents will be sent to the Sky Carrier using the Immortal City's communication satellite to ensure that no one can steal this intelligence. [Note: Stephanie also discussed the Foreign Relations Committee with her father; Gideon Malik's next promotion is there, thus escaping the partisan conflict.]

Meanwhile, an assassin, even more thoroughly brainwashed, was awakened from his hibernation pod and secretly deployed to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. A special operations team from the intelligence department would work with this assassin to remove the Terrigen Crystal from the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. This assassin was an experimental subject in the biological laboratory; once his mental state stabilized, he would be officially put into use. To be honest, Salomon understood how Maya Hansen came up with the idea of ​​using Skrull genes to modify assassins, but given the good results, he didn't bother to argue. After all, all assassins were infertile and devoid of desire.

"After this is over, the Malik family will have nothing to do with Hydra anymore," Salomon said. He spent an hour dealing with several days' worth of accumulated work, which Stephanie found incredibly difficult. She had been issuing orders one after another, without even time to drink water. To meet the Immortal City's need for railroad construction experience (primarily for use on Mars), she also had to send people around the world to exchange ideas, learn, and invest, all under the company's name.

Outsiders can hardly imagine how much wealth a young girl like Stephanie possesses, even though this wealth operates in the name of the Immortal City, it is ostensibly Stephanie's personal property. As for why she doesn't learn from Wakanda, the reason is simple—Wakanda's railway, while technologically advanced, has a pitifully short length, not to mention the lack of experience in maintaining railways under extreme weather conditions. Wakanda's underground railway has long since eliminated this risk.

"I think your father would agree with that. I never want to rummage through old documents for clues again."

"I agree, there's just too much of this old nonsense," the secretary said, rubbing her cheek. If she had experienced such intense work before taking the alchemical drugs, she would definitely have developed information overload, experiencing irritability, nausea, and vomiting. "Let's change the subject," she said. "You've never mentioned the scars on your abdomen and back." "Those are penetrating wounds, and more than one. Anyone can see they were from melee weapons. Who injured you like that? You'd better come up with an explanation. The sorority girls all saw them; they're discussing it right now!"

Stephanie was referring to Salomon's condition in the disinfection corridor; the girls standing guard discovered far more scars than just those. Besides the penetrating wound to his abdomen, there were gunshot wounds on his calves. In addition, the red-hot armor plates had left him with large burns, though those burns were slowly healing without leaving many scars.

"A crazy woman."

"Hmm, a woman?" Sure enough, Stephanie immediately let out a dissatisfied snort and a biting sarcasm. "Is some woman who wants to have your child and you're not happy about it? Am I really right?"

"At least half," Salomon tried to change the subject. "I'm starving. Get the chef to prepare something good. I hired a French chef on board the ship at a high salary precisely so I wouldn't go hungry!"

"Give them some breathing room! The fact that you had Tita fire the cannon terrified that cook! His hands are still shaking; we'll have to eat self-heating food tonight!"

"From now on, all the ship's cooks will have to undergo military training! I don't care what others do, but I absolutely don't want to eat self-heating food after a war. Get that cook up and get to work, as long as I don't find his fingers in the food!"

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“It’s a Hebrew word,” Barbara Morse confirmed via video call with Daisy Jensen. “It means death,” she said. “I really can’t see anything with it. You could scan the image on the scroll case containing the parchment and send it to me. I’ll take the word and the image of the scroll case to Fitz and see if this is what he was looking for. You could also ask Joseph Haddad where he got the parchment; I think what he says will reveal some secrets.”

"He's passed out," Daisy Jensen said. Joseph Haddad was already on a stretcher, and it took her a lot of effort to stabilize his vital signs.

"Isn't Melinda May still around?" Barbara asked. "She can show you how to inject adrenaline."

“I already gave him the injection, through his chest,” Daisy replied. “He passed out after telling me the safe combination. May said he would have been finished if I had given him a bigger dose, and besides, I barely managed to stop the bleeding, I don’t want to go through that again. Also, we encountered a sniper; someone else wants something from Joseph Haddad.”

"Who is it?"

“I don’t know. I don’t think a small-time thug like Joseph Haddad would dare mess with a gang that can hire snipers.” The female hacker showed Barbara what was in the evidence bag. “But we can investigate. A huge bullet, which I dug out from the sniper scene. I don’t think there are many arms dealers capable of producing bullets like this, or firing guns that fire them. The list has been narrowed down considerably. May and I are on our way back; maybe we can find the manufacturer from this bullet.”

“Yes, we could, but I don’t think we’d find much evidence,” Barbara said. “Hey, Daisy. You know we don’t have the manpower to investigate things outside of our main mission right now? Hunter just left for his own mission, Fitz and Simmons are still in quarantine, and Agent Coulson has just been able to get out of bed and is undergoing rehabilitation—he has a prosthetic arm, but he’s been worried about it, thinking there might be a listening device or tracking system in it. Mike is examining that prosthetic arm.”

"What about Will?" Daisy asked. "Did Salomon already take the astronaut?"

"Not yet, but they still won't allow our people to question the astronauts, and they've even tightened the quarantine measures. Simmons doesn't know much, and we have too few leads. Come back quickly, we must resolve this as soon as possible and release Fitz and Simmons."

The assassin listened intently to the conversation.

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