Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1516 Lunar War (28)

Black Bolt had no idea what was going on at the Gene Council.

With the help of Tetanus, he and the centaur clan warrior were busy starting the traffic backup generator set.Those generator sets were placed in the soldiers’ dormitory, ammunition warehouse, armory, etc. that might have been the Star Fort Attilan. After many years of renovation, the former use of those rooms can no longer be discerned, but they are still used by the Cree Empire. information systems and electromechanical systems.The Inhumans can only modify it on this basis, and try to prevent the knowledge acquired as a slave from passing and being lost over time. However, this effort has not had much effect-although as the king of Attilan, But the Genetic Council doesn't get involved in much public affairs—not to mention how surprised Black Bolt was when he saw the rusted touch panel on the door of the backup generator unit, he always thought he kept Attilan in order.

The warrior of the Centaur clan didn't make such a fuss. He skillfully grabbed the edge of the touch panel with his claws and removed the entire panel casing. "I always wait until it breaks to repair it. What's more, this is a backup generator set, which is usually not used." The centaur clan warriors seemed to be familiar with this kind of thing.After all, his background in the clan is not very noble, and can even be called lowly, otherwise he would not have left the clan and joined the clan coalition forces under the command of Black Bolt King, "Okay, turn on the power. Now just enter the password It can be opened. Oh... master key?"

Black Bolt nodded and handed a chip to the clan warrior.

As the victors of the civil war, the ancestors of the Attilan royal family obtained the control of all electronic systems in the Star Fort. This chip is a copy of the highest authority of the Star Fort and is used by other members of the royal family.After the key was inserted, the hydraulic explosion-proof door slowly opened with a piercing scream. To be precise, it was half opened. The lower part of the explosion-proof door was completely rusted with the moving track due to lack of maintenance.Immediately, the tuning fork on the top of Black Bat King's head shimmered white, and he smashed his fist on the lower half of the explosion-proof airtight gate, as if throwing a bomb inside, the mixed cloud of rust powder and dust spewed out instantly, choking Clan warriors coughed incessantly.

Black Bolt didn't feel any better, but he had been trained not to inhale dust, and after all, no one wanted to see the consequences of his coughing or sneezing.The centaur clan warrior rubbed his red and swollen eyes and coughed a few more times.He didn't have time to close the nictitating membrane that amphibians have, and now he can only look around with tear-filled eyes.The consoles and floors in the room were covered with dust, and the electrostatic ventilation and filtration equipment had already stopped due to the loss of external power. "Okay, now it's time to start the equipment." He touched his tetanus head, "I promise, it only takes 10 minutes."

Derrick first hid in the darkness, watching the genetically modified warriors silently pass through the corridor.

He wasn't telling the truth, not at all.He had scouted the steeple long before the arrival of the genetically modified warriors, so he was very clear about his goal.Although it is also necessary to decapitate the Kimilian clan wizard group, what he wants is not only the lives of those mutant wizards, but a certain book in the Kimilian clan wizard library-this is the order given to him by the emperor , the priority is second only to closing the independent shield system of the Kimilian clan—that book not only records the highly dangerous and filthy witchcraft of the Kerry Empire, but also the legend about the birth of the Kree Empire ten thousand years ago , he must ensure that the tome can be included in the library of the Imperial Guard, so as to prepare for facing the Kerry Empire in the future.

Perhaps for ordinary people, this is a completely unnecessary thing, but Derrick first believed in the emperor's foresight.A long life brings a long-term perspective. For ordinary people, a few decades of planning is quite a long time, but for the emperor and the Imperial Guard, it is still some kind of short-term planning.The time to destroy the Kree Empire will be realized in the future, but it needs to be prepared from now on - the Praetorian Guards quietly follow behind the genetically modified fighters, along the once crowded Kimilian clan mutants, now there is only one The terrifying corridor of corpses moved forward quietly.The mutant wizard he met before had a very high status, otherwise he would not have been selected to carry out that kind of horrific mission.

"Yes, it's me, I'm not dead yet." It pretended to be relaxed, and said in a tone that gradually became slower, "If I can't survive, can you let me die quickly? I'm very cold now, if you click A pot of fire is fine, friend." Derrick tilted his head first, looking curiously at this daring mutant.Perhaps accepting his doomed death, the mutant on the brink of bleeding began to babble, "I have no idea how I'm here, and I'm still in my pajamas. Oh, you can't tell now, This dress is beautiful."

"Who are you. Help me, please."

"Video Record No. 162: Specimen injured, free from mind control, but external stimulus threshold cannot be determined."

"Video record No. 163: Wizard sample, the brain capacity is 164% larger than that of civilians, and its special distortion cannot be ruled out." He dropped the skull and walked to the next target, "Video record No. 162: Wizard Sample, the brain volume is 321.3% higher than that of sample No. , but there is no clear status relationship between the two, and it cannot be used as a model for sociological research on mutants. Rapid genetic testing: Gene standard deviation score %, it is recommended to give it a complete extermination."

Mutant No. 162 tapped Mr. Derrick's combat boots with his fingers covered in sticky pus.

He let go of his fingers and left the mutant, and he didn't care about the mutant's cry for help from the Kimilian clan.Derrick walked to the next sample first.This mutant specimen was the worst injured, as it was a wizard, also robed but not as ornate as the one I had met in the Great Hall.Due to the danger of the target, Gronov Lutov's team immediately overkilled the wizard. In the case of the need to strictly allocate ammunition, they gave the mutant wizard three explosive bombs, knocking its bones to pieces. The body and internal organs were all blasted out of the body, and the rest was charred by the miniature fusion warhead.Derrick first raised the mutant wizard's skull, and quickly measured the mutant wizard's brain volume using the power armor's detection system.

The low-level mutant wizards encountered by the genetically modified fighters today can only perform the work of guiding the mutant crowd, and they are completely unable to avoid the bombs and plasma balls shot from the shadows, and cannot delay their progress.Derrick jumped off the beam first, and landed lightly like a cat.He walked up to a mutant who was still dying, knelt down and pinched its long jaw with his fingers, staring at its eyes covered by his own and other people's blood.The tear glands secreted the last of their fluids, trying to wash away the blood staining the eyeballs, and the eyelids opened and closed in vain, trying to regain clarity, but no matter what it did it was in vain.

Derrick first understood what the mutant said through the translator.Its limbs were shattered by the explosive bomb, its back was burned by the heat released by the bullet, and its consciousness gradually became blurred due to a large amount of blood loss.Without first aid and hemostasis, it wouldn't live long, and Derrick didn't even have the idea of ​​saving it.He didn't even give any response, just squeezed its jaw relentlessly, letting the eyes on the side of its cheek look at him.

"What do you want?" Derrick asked first using the translator.

"Ah, you're not a robot." The mutant grinned, his blood-stained deformed face showing no expression, "I'm dying, aren't I? I just want to talk to someone. I'm a doctor, I know There is absolutely no medical assistance in the current situation, is there? Where are you from, the commoner clan?"

Derrick nodded first, then swung the garrison spear downwards to cut off the mutant's head.

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)