Marvel Book of Magical Events

At first, a Vatican Swiss Guard soldier accidentally sprained his foot while on duty and temporarily recuperated in a dormitory. Then an acute infectious disease spread among the Swiss Guards. By the afternoon, almost all soldiers suffered from strange diarrhea. In order to protect the safety of the Pope, the Pope had to temporarily keep his distance from the Swiss Guards, waiting for pathologists and disease control departments to find out the cause of the disease.

Then there was an inconspicuous car accident. An ordinary Swiss bank employee suffered minor injuries, but after the ambulance put him in the car and drove to the hospital, no one saw this person again. A few hours later, a CIA informant at a Swiss bank was robbed by refugees on his way to get off work. He was unfortunately shot and killed during the resistance, and his belongings disappeared.

The local police found the middle-level bank manager's bag in a trash can not far from the crime scene. Fortunately, all the confidential documents were still neatly inside, and only the cash was taken away. They had seen the same thing four times today, and not every time someone died. The other unlucky ones were an accountant from an Italian financial company, an assistant to an American businessman, and the wife of an American Jewish real estate developer.

"Bah, all-pervasive refugees."

The Swiss cantonal police spat, but did not dare to speak loudly because there were unscrupulous tabloid media outside. Shootings are a big deal here - it refers to Swiss citizens being shot dead, conflicts between refugees are not counted - now these Middle Eastern refugees hang out on the streets all day long, forming gangs to compete with local gangs for the market, causing crime, But no one dared to question it. In order to demonstrate their political leanings, politicians accept large numbers of refugees, use taxpayers' money to build refugee housing, set up refugee councils, meet all the needs of those from the Middle East, and even plan to cut police budgets to prevent excessive police enforcement against refugees. If it is discovered that they hate refugees, the Swiss police are likely to be criticized by society and lose their career prospects. Therefore, even if they face cases committed by refugees, the Swiss police can only report them to their superiors and let those sitting in the office People inside make decisions.

"There's nothing we can do." The police chief's expression was drowned out by the flashing red and blue light. "This is politics, not law."

"Yeah, how long are we going to endure this situation?" The younger policeman looked unhappy. "In the past, we just caught some young people taking drugs without even firing a gun. Those idiots would rather go to jail, at least there. It can keep them fed, but now..."

"Okay, just find the thing." The police chief waved his hand. "The person who died this time was a man. The higher-ups would just issue condolences and that would be the end of it. If it were a woman...the women who welcome refugees would take the initiative to stand up and deal with her. We don't need to worry."

"We got the financial statements, His Holiness, and now we have the flow of funds in our hands," Nick Fury said. After waiting for a reply from the other end of the phone, he shook his head, "Sorry, I can't give you these documents now. This is a confidential operation, and we can't let unprofessional people participate... Copies are not allowed, and you can't know about it. Our next move. Our enemy is the Vatican Order, maybe even all orders. If you are smart, you'd better follow the instructions of the agents I sent, who are now private security consultants. Follow all the rules, Single line of contact, food checks, reduced social interaction, even drinking water must be random bottled water.”

After hanging up the phone, Nick Fury breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next destination, sir?" Agent Maria Hill asked. Nick Fury's most trusted men were assembled on this command-type Pegasus heavy assault transport. Maria Hill stayed in the Avengers Tower for a while and successfully escaped surveillance after dealing with inquiries from Washington. Got back into the job. Today's tasks are not too difficult for her. The Avengers' mission plan was too childish for SHIELD in the past, and the current work is enough to reawaken her spirit.

"Sir." Maria Hill hesitated, "Are we still SHIELD? Do we want to reorganize the Avengers?"

"How is Agent Coulson doing?" Nick Fury did not answer the question, but asked his old subordinate on the other side of the world. The little black box he gave to Agent Coulson contained many secrets of SHIELD, but not all of them. The secrets about the lighthouse base still need to be discovered by Agent Coulson himself.

"Very good. Even though he was short-handed, he did the best he could."

"Then let him continue to be SHIELD. When he encounters something that cannot be solved, we will show up again in time." Nick Fury shook his head. Compared with the Emperor's Pegasus heavy assault transport craft, the command system on Nick Fury's aircraft is much simpler, but it still allows him to grasp the intelligence trends and mission progress of the Adeptus Priestus. "The best thing is that in the eyes of others I am dead and only the ghost can move around without restrictions. There are no Avengers anymore, Clint and his family have taken on a new identity and retired completely, Roman Agent Nove severed contact with us and delved deeper into the core secrets. Steve and Sam now became helpers of Latvian law enforcement, helping them re-establish the dignity of the law. Everyone has a new place to go, only We still stand our ground. The re-recruitment of ghost agents..."

"She refused, sir." Agent Hill shook his head slightly, his expression unchanged, "She thinks SHIELD deceived her. We promised to cure her in the past, but we failed to do so."

"It doesn't matter, now we have enough time, enough manpower and enough money." Nick Fury sat in the command seat and pressed the button. "Plan a route, let's go to Switzerland. We're going to dig something out of the mouths of CIA informants, and by the way, we're going to see how the CIA agents' counter-interrogation training is going."

"Suppressive fire, Building B!" Camilla pressed the communicator to her ear and shouted, "Cover Lara Croft!"

"receive."

The metal storm poured down like a heavy rain on the bus used as a bunker by the Holy Trinity mercenaries. The 0.75-caliber heavy explosive shell removed from the armored personnel carrier easily penetrated the car body and the temporary concrete wall, triggering a fatal The fragments killed the mercenaries hiding behind and tore them into pieces. Lara Croft took the lead, using a mountaineering pick and a pistol to break into the range of the enemy sentry. This time, the fire cover successfully allowed her to escape. This kind of anti-equipment firepower was completely overkill for such a battle, but Camilla didn't care. She just wanted to kill the Holy Trinity mercenaries in front of her as soon as possible.

"Follow up, keep up!" The Kevlar body armor has no resistance in the face of laser weapons, and only the ceramic insert plate can block it slightly. All the weapons and equipment in Latvinia and the Immortal City have only one purpose, and that is to fight against heavily armored targets, so when Camilla and her team set the safety to full-automatic mode, the ruby-red beam was like a The sword with no end in sight pierced through all the obstacles in front of them.

"Mortar, building D, that's the firepower point."

"Copy that." The Martian technician accurately estimated the trajectory and fired a mortar shell. Through the camera of the low-altitude drone, the Mars technician can overlook the entire field and fully grasp the tactical information. This information is sent to the tactical eyepieces of Camilla and her squad members. The Martian technician clicked a few times on the data pad, and the figure in the thermal imaging mode was marked, "10 o'clock direction, three people, rifle."

No need to aim, Camilla immediately turned around and fired several shots at the location covered by the leaves.

"Confirmed kill."

"Remember to extract biological tissue samples." The Martian technician reminded, "I need to conduct testing."

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