Marvel Book of Magical Events

We are killers, the most ruthless and efficient killers on earth.

We were originally ordinary people fighting for religious superstition, selfish desires, money and other stupid reasons. Until we experienced this evolution, the person who created us deliberately shaped us like this because he needed us as his sword and sword. shield. Under the hard power armor, various factors such as genetic pruning and drugs work together to promote the extreme growth of muscles in the way the creator intended. The bones are roughly cut, crushed, healed, and then grow again beyond the limitations of genes. The biochemical viscera like cancer cells were taken out of the culture vat and sent into the overcrowded chest and abdominal cavities. They developed together with the growing body size. The brain also became smarter and more agile due to redevelopment, directional transformation and information infusion, and even Also removed some unnecessary weak sentiments.

The flexible nerve probe penetrates deep into the spine, greedily reading nerve signals from all over the body, transmitting our every move to the mechanical structure that drives the power armor, driving the servo to run synchronously with us. Our movements are many times faster than before. Our strength can easily twist steel bars. The most advanced weapons and equipment in the world provide us with the most efficient way to kill. Unnecessary emotions such as cowardice and pity are excluded. We exist for only one purpose, and that is to eliminate the enemies that stand in the way of human progress.

"What are you writing again, Malcolm? Is it that smelly, long poem you wrote in Iraq?" The adjutant's voice woke the regiment commander from the pen and paper, the roar of the Pegasus assault transport ship's engine and the atmosphere The friction passes through the thick alloy plate and ablative armor, turning into a low vibration. Malcolm raised his head and glanced at his adjutant, then stuffed the small notebook in his palm into his armored compartment. The adjutant, who was wearing dark gold armor and a snow-white burqa, touched his black stubble. He and the adjutant modified the action they liked to do when they served in Afghanistan, because Langley's agents suggested that they grow beards to infiltrate jihadist locations. village. "The Emperor would probably be pleased if you considered publishing an autobiography. He likes to see people thinking, and literature that reflects a progressive war must be very popular, especially one written by us warriors."

"What ordinary people want to see are heroes under the sun, not the stinking entrails of dead men and the wails of wounded soldiers, nor a pile of minced meat, bone residue and metal mixture." Malcolm said calmly. He touched the plasma pistol on his waist. The high-pressure hydrogen magnetic confinement pressurization chamber was not powered on at this moment. The charming azure color remained dim at this moment, and the high-temperature gas exhaust port was also cold.

This is a master-level weapon. The exquisite craftsmanship and materials allow this weapon to continuously spit out stellar-like high temperatures, which can melt all metals and rocks in its path. He used this gun to kill Albanian gangsters driving World War II tanks, stubborn believers, undead zombies, black magicians who used witchcraft - of course, he also killed the same people who were used by politicians like him in the past. Soldiers deceived by selfish desires disguised as righteousness. In the future, this gun will also kill aliens from space and monsters from another dimension. This weapon, together with the spear given to him by the commander of the Praetorian Guards, will implement the emperor's will. This is the mission of the Hell Knight. .

"Think about it, what would the world be like if we accomplished our mission?"

"Unity and progress, rationality and science." said the adjutant. "Don't you like this kind of world?"

"It's too good to be true, Falcone. It's too good to be true."

The lieutenant let out a breath. "Have you ever seen anyone like the Emperor before?"

“I have never seen anyone at the pinnacle of power fighting alongside soldiers, and I have never seen any general develop such a complete battle plan, as if the war was as easy as a toy assembled according to the instructions. , and I have never seen any president who can create a country without any foundation and make everyone bow to his speech. So the answer is no, never."

"I didn't expect you to have so many answers. I thought there was only one word! So to put it simply, we have never seen a person as powerful as the Emperor. Those bullshit superheroes are not his opponents at all, so why don't you believe in creation? Instead of trusting the idiots and liars we voted for in the past? If we had not been transformed and the emperor was a presidential candidate, I would definitely elect him to the White House! Constantine told me that the emperor’s The next goal is to rename Istanbul to Constantinople!”

Malcolm gave a dry laugh.

"I bet you, it's been in the past two years."

"We have no money, do you want my bullets?"

"I can engrave 'I defeated Malcolm' on a hundred bullet casings, and the logistics staff cleaning up after the war will definitely be able to see it." The adjutant nodded, "Not just your guards, the entire Hell Knights will be able to see it." Everyone knows it. Although they don't know what I won, they will all know that I am better than you." This joke made other people in the crew cabin of the assault transport craft laugh. The remaining humor of those Hell Knights who were maintaining their firearms made them laugh. They emit laughter that would scare the average person.

"Next time you will have to follow standard procedure and take another assault transport craft. You will never land with me." Malcolm shook his head and picked up the data pad beside him. This command model of the Tianma heavy assault transport boat has extremely powerful communication functions and information processing centers, and can command drones and armored tank groups to fight. He looked at the time, and then judged from experience through the vibration of the assault transport boat that they had entered the stratosphere and would arrive at the mission departure point in ten minutes.

"Check task assignments."

The smile on his face disappeared, and the adjutant nodded seriously.

The data pad in Malcolm's hand was connected to the information processing systems of all company commanders, and every order he gave would be heard by the company commanders. "After landing, the third and fourth companies immediately built defenses and airports in preparation for receiving shuttle transport aircraft. The first and second companies were responsible for reconnaissance and patrol on the south and west sides respectively, and the fifth company served as a reserve team to build artillery positions and prepare for missile launches. The company commanders each received the plan and arranged the mission of the tactical team. This mission is very special because our enemy is not sure. We will not receive accurate orders to confirm whether to support the coup party until Wakanda's internal affairs are resolved."

He unconsciously tightened his grip on the handle of the long gun. The energy trigger and the firearm trigger were located under the index finger and middle finger of his right hand respectively.

"Wakanda has a holographic projection technology that can cover one direction, so until this device is captured, satellite reconnaissance will not be of much use. After we enter Wakanda, we can only receive reconnaissance from drones. Information. Before that, we must prepare for the attack. The other party's military and political centers have been marked on the map. We must destroy or occupy these places and disable the ion shield and holographic projection of Wakanda's capital. Everyone must be strict Obey the orders, for the Emperor and the Praetorian Guard will lead this campaign, and we will be the Emperor's warriors."

"Another victory. I can't imagine that the army led by the emperor will fail." The commander of the first company said with a smile, "Is it still Hammurabi who will carry the flag, or Constantine? When will this honor be our turn? I remember that Malcolm’s first battle before becoming legion commander was to become Constantine’s flag-carrying adjutant. Maybe this time we will have someone who can compete for the position of legion commander, even if it is not the first legion.”

"The Guards are bodyguards, we are soldiers, and our division of labor is different." Malcolm said, "James, if you really want to be the legion commander, then think about it after you defeat me in tactical deductions and arenas."

"So who are we supporting? Do you have any news?" the adjutant asked.

"The official document states that Latvinia will not interfere in Wakanda's internal affairs unless the Wakanda royal family refuses to fulfill the contract. At that time, it will depend on who can provide Wakanda's industrial facilities and technology and fulfill the obligations of Latvinia's allies. We will support whoever fulfills our mission." Malcolm shook his head. "This is the reality, Falcone. Perhaps we will usher in unity and progress after we complete our mission, but until then we must endure what we have done. It’s not much different from the past.”

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