Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 896 The New Chosen One (Second Update)

Constantine is very busy.

Seeing him stride out of the castle gates, reeking of cold blood, the commander straightened up, awaiting orders from the Royal Guard to the First Secret Regiment of Finnbowent. "Don't be so tense, Captain Andrew," Constantine said, his genetically enhanced handsome face showing a hint of joy at seeing an acquaintance. As an ordinary person who had participated in the Battle of Finnbowent and performed admirably, Constantine didn't mind expressing goodwill, especially towards Andrew, a man of superhuman courage. Although Constantine knew Andrew had been terrified and completely unaware of his actions, this didn't stop him from encouraging him to continue contributing to the monarch's cause.

"You can begin your work now," the guard said. "I have other tasks to complete."

"Of course, sir." Andrew saluted, then turned and ordered the Fifth Intelligence Squad and Sixth Assault Squad of the First Secret Service of the Fimbulwinter, who were waiting there, to begin work according to plan. They would start with the survivors in the castle who had not participated in the meeting, and take over all the intelligence and businesses of the two Mafia families. A Mafia essentially a subordinate organization of the Immortal City would be born, with a puppet appointed by Constantine performing on the stage, manipulating the Italian government by taking over the economic crimes of the new generation of Mafia—a stricter "law of silence," a more powerful and well-trained armed force, and greater financial and electoral influence due to the increased funding provided by the First Secret Service of the Fimbulwinter.

Of course, this will also eliminate many businesses that shouldn't exist. For example, crimes such as drug trafficking and human smuggling, which the supreme ruler of the Immortal City cannot tolerate.

The Imperial Guard did not linger. Constantine boarded his anti-gravity single-person motorcycle, painted with gold, inlaid with jewels, and equipped with various high-tech weapons, and launched the vehicle, leaving a trail of azure plasma flame as it soared into the dark night sky. On this ordinary night, a brutal massacre targeting two major Mafia families began, spreading across Italy, Sicily, and even the entire European continent. Even Mafia members hiding in the United States and South America could not escape the relentless pursuit of the First Secret Service during the Fimbulll Winter.

With the fighter jets and heavy firepower allocated to the First Class Regiment, using them to hunt down the Mafia was overkill; even deploying the Sixth Strike Force, trained to SEAL Team Six standards, would have been more than sufficient. But Constantine still devised the plan, intending for the First Class Regiment of Fimbulwinter to work seamlessly with the other departments of the Immortal City, rather than operating as a lone wolf.

The leaderless Mafia leadership will be targeted by the First Secret Service during the Winter of Fimbulwyn, and no one will survive except for those who surrender voluntarily. This has caused unease among many who experienced the Mafia gang wars that swept through Corionesi from the 70s to the 90s. Italian government officials who had previously accepted bribes are now using their connections to find out the background of the newly risen Mafia in order to determine the direction of the political climate.

The report on the Mafia will be on Salomon's desk a day later.

If he saw the news on the morning news channel, the report would tell him the details. If he didn't turn on the TV for breakfast and see the news, the report would also tell him what the Royal Guard's actions were last night—Salomon was unaware of Constantine's operation; the Royal Guard was granted such high autonomy because they had Salomon's complete trust. This unwavering loyalty stemmed from complex and obscure genetic alchemy and genetic science; as long as Constantine believed it was in Salomon's best interest, he could act independently without approval.

Even if Salomon creates more Praetorian Guards in the future, Constantine will be one of the few officers to enjoy this privilege.

"My lord."

Salomon shook his head, gesturing for the guards in power armor to sit opposite him at the table. Dinah brought out a specially modified chair from the storeroom to fit the guards' size and weight, allowing them to lock their power armor's servo joints without awkwardly crouching. Following orders, Dinah served Constantine a two-kilogram tomahawk steak breakfast, garlic butter bread, and vitamin wine. Constantine obediently picked up the specially made cutlery and silently began to eat.

After the master and servant finished their breakfast, they were given a special drug produced by the biological gene laboratory.

This portion of food was merely an appetizer for both him and Salomon. The Royal Guard's daily diet consisted mostly of specially prepared nutritional pastes containing various drugs and nutrients that ordinary people couldn't tolerate. Therefore, this delicious breakfast felt more like Salomon inviting him for a snack. Neither Salomon nor Constantine mentioned the previous night's operation, as if it were a trivial matter.

"Has someone been chosen?" Salomon asked.

"Yes, my lord." Constantine nodded, then produced a list. "It is a miracle that one percent of the thousand male children are qualified."

"What's the estimated survival rate?" Salomon sipped his sweet hot tea, trying to wash away the bitterness from his tongue.

He glanced at the list on the printed paper. Most of the male children on the list were war orphans or child soldiers plundered from the Middle Eastern battlefields by the Immortal City, along with descendants of the Mafia brought by the First Secret Group during the Fimbulwinter the previous night. Excluding those too old or genetically incompatible, the biological genetic laboratory selected ten suitable candidates. However, this didn't mean all ten would successfully survive the genetic modification and become members of the Royal Guard. Constantine was able to successfully survive the genetic alchemy because he was exceptional, a special characteristic traceable back to the secrets of the Macedonian dynasty in the tenth century. For these ordinary boys, although they also possessed the genetic suitability, whether they could become members of the Royal Guard depended on whether they would die on the operating table, the genetic alchemy platform, and in the mechanical womb.

Even after they achieve physical and spiritual transcendence, brutal alien trials and intensive training await them. Only those who survive can don this magnificent power armor, abandon everything from their past to serve Salomon, fight alongside him on the battlefield against humanity's enemies, and walk through the palace offering advice to Salomon.

Salomon put down the paper and began to recall the information about the children on the list.

Kaf, a seven-year-old boy from Iran. He has black curly hair, is a war orphan, and his parents died in a shelling.

Badia, a six-year-old boy from Iran, has dark brown curly hair. His father is an alcoholic, and his mother's whereabouts are unknown.

Giuseppe, a seven-year-old boy from Italy. He has straight black hair. His father was a Mafia accountant who was killed for refusing to surrender.

Lucas, a five-year-old boy, is a Persian. He is a victim of human trafficking perpetrated by the Italian Mafia organization "Our Cause".

"Dr. Maya Hansen said the highest success rate is 0.01%," Constantine shook his head. "I've looked at the candidates on this list, and most of them are healthy, with at least one suitable candidate who can withstand the transformation. I believe my future subordinate will be among these ten."

"It's best not to be optimistic, Constantine. I'll bet you my favorite dagger," Salomon said. "Continue selecting candidates, continue testing. The Royal Guard must grow in size; only then can we win the first invasion. Have Stephanie prepare the meeting place; I'll have a good talk with these kids tonight."

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(End of this chapter)