Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Kohler, this is a guy who hates ghosts and is disgusted by some big men sent to the Strategic Science Corps.

His purpose is very simple, is to destroy the intelligence organization that once deterred one side.

He is good at suppressing people with power. When he just airborne to the Strategic Science Corps, he did a very good job, and once suppressed many old agents including Fury.

However, with the failure of the political assassination against Alexander Pierce, the agents of Fury's side regained support. Under the instruction of Pierce, who escaped from death, Fury and his gang started a fierce counterattack.

Today, Kohler only has the name of a director. His layout within the Strategic Science Corps has been declared unsuccessful, and he is only one step away from being "out of office."

But in a sense, Kohler was also a ruthless character. Even when it was time to run out of lights, he still did not give up the cause of finding trouble for Fury.

Just like now, in this secret laboratory, Kohler is standing next to the corpse of the Scroo who is being dissected. He looks at the alien corpse in front of him in a posture of a superior, and has a bad look. Fury. He says:

"In such a big event, a group of disguised aliens tried to penetrate the earth. Fury, why didn't you report it?"

"Because things have not been clarified!"

Fury said with a terrible neck:

"Are you working as an agent on the first day? Kohler, just report it and leave the matter to other institutions to deal with, so what is the meaning of our existence?"

"Agents of the Strategic Science Corps can solve problems by themselves!"

"The Strategic Science Corps is gone!"

Kohler reached out and pushed his glasses. He said coldly:

"Now only the Strategic Hazard Intervention and Intelligence Service Logistics Office, Fury, as a Level 3 civilian agent, you have no right to suppress this matter! I want you to issue an incident report immediately, and then put this body together with your report. Leave it to me. The superior department will take over this matter, and I will not allow you to continue to intervene!"

"Didi"

As soon as Kohler's voice fell, a soft sound came from Fury's BP machine. Fury glanced down, a smile suddenly flashed on his dark face, and he waved his communicator to Kohler, he said :

"Before you came here, I had already reported this matter to the World Security Council. Chief Alexander Pierce had just authorized me to take full responsibility for this matter."

"Kohler, do you still have opinions?"

"you!"

The indifference on Kohler's face suddenly turned into a shame. He looked at Fury angrily, but the latter jumped off the chair indifferently and picked up his coat. He didn't care about Kohler's glared at all. He turned to Kohler and said:

"If there is nothing important, I will go first. By the way, Kohler, you better leave here quickly, you have no power to intervene in this matter!"

"Block here!"

Fury opened the door of the laboratory and said to the soldiers guarding the door:

"No one is allowed to enter!"

After he finished, he looked back at Kohler, who was reaching out and touching the alien's forehead on the dissecting table.

Fury said:

"Sir Kohler, you'd better leave here as soon as possible. Martial law is here soon. And, you better stay away from it, who knows if this thing carries any alien virus or something."

Fury's warning seemed to frighten Kohler, he hurriedly withdrew his fingers, and then he straightened his tie, and quickly left the laboratory.

"Would you like a free ride, Kohler?"

Fury said softly:

"I can drop you back to the base."

"No need to."

Kohler replied coldly:

"When someone else wants me to get away, I can feel it! Fury, you better pray that you won't mess this up... don't let me catch you!"

He looked up and looked at Fury. He lowered his voice and said:

"As you said, the agents of the Strategic Crisis Intervention and Intelligence Service Logistics Department can solve the problems themselves, so I will continue to follow up on this matter, I will stare at you, Fury, you have no power to stop me, Isn't it?"

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On the other side, while Fury and Collemin are fighting in secret, Merlin is standing in an internet cafe, beside him, a fat technician is recovering the computer's search records.

"The woman was sitting here just now. She searched for something online and took a map. Sir, don't worry, I will be able to restore the record immediately."

"Well, I'm waiting."

Merlin was standing in front of the computer, looking at the screen in front of him, and a line of search records appeared on the screen, just like a needle in a haystack.

Between 1994 and 1995, personal computers are just at the stage of popularization. In the streets and alleys, such Internet cafes have a good business and a lot of passenger traffic, but it takes a little bit to restore the previous 4-5 hours of search records. time.

"That woman stole my motorcycle!"

Next to Merlin, a mad locomotive complained:

"She must have done it on purpose! I swear I just teased her because the clothes she wore made her look like a weird lady! By the way, sir, she also took my helmet and the clothes shop next to me I stole a suit, a black flight jacket and jeans, and a plaid shirt. I didn't see how she changed the clothes. In short, my car was stolen in just a few minutes!"

"Well, I know, wait a moment, sir."

Merlin did not look at the guy, staring at the screen and casually said:

"We will get your motorcycle back, you can go back and wait for the news now... wait, this is it!"

Merlin's finger was pointing to the screen. Among the messy search records, one record was very strange. Its appearance time was 4 hours ago, which coincided with the moment when Fury met the eccentric woman.

The search results show that it is a little-known bar located in a remote area bordering California and Nevada.

"Bar Pancho?"

Merlin took note of the name and the route to get there. He said to the operators around him:

"Turn back and look at the previous one."

The previous search record is also very interesting, it is a somewhat strange phrase.

"ProjectPegasus? Tianma Project?"

This sounds like a code name, and I don't know if it is an organization or a base.

However, Merlin had got enough information. He walked out of the small Internet cafe, drove the car, and followed the directions on the map in the direction of Pancho Bar. Two hours later, Merlin reached the place at the foot of the mountain, a very remote town surrounded by wilderness.

Merlin parked the car on the side of the road. He opened the door and looked at the town not far away.

In the state of spiritual vision, he easily found the motorcycle parked outside the bar. From the details, it was the stolen motorcycle. It seems that the mysterious woman had no intention of hiding her whereabouts.

Or maybe she is very confident in her own strength and she doesn't bother to hide it.

Merlin raised his wrist and sent the address to Fury using a watch with BP function. Then he looked around, quietly entering the state of the shadow cloak, and walked towards the bar.

Merlin walked over to the locomotive, reached out and touched the engine of the locomotive, and brought a trace of residual temperature, which showed that the woman had just arrived here soon.

She should not have left yet!

Merlin did not act hastily, he waited for Fury's reply outside the bar. After a short time, Fury's message was sent in just a few words:

"Stare at her! 30 minutes!"

But before Merlin responded to the news, a crisis warning originated from the perception of darkness, so that Merlin's body suddenly turned into black mist and dissipated.

"Who's there! Come out!"

"boom"

With a squeeze, a scorching beam hit the wall beside Merlin accurately, cracking the wall made of wood into pieces, and a large charred hole appeared in the place where Merlin had just hidden.

Between the sawdust splashing and the sparks flying, a blonde woman rushed out of the hole.

In the hot wind set off by the explosion, her long blond hair was dancing, wearing a black leather jacket, blue slender jeans, and a pair of black boots, much like those of the motorcycle family, but the kind of uninhibited she exuded from her body. Breath, but again like a female **** of war.

Merlin's figure appeared 5 meters away from the woman. He patted the ashes on his clothes. He looked at the woman with a bad look in front of him. He said:

"I'm not malicious! Ms. Firth."

"Sneaky guy, there is no malice, why don't you walk in openly?"

The woman, or Firth, stared at Merlin with a hint of hostility.

Merlin noticed that the lady's clenched fists were beating the aura of blue and red intertwined. The energy was very hot, distorting the surrounding air, and it looked full of aggression.

This should be the kind of "light gun" that Fury said.

Merlin took his ID from his arms and put it in front of the woman, he said:

"You should have seen my colleague Fury before, and you saved him from the Scoru attack, which means you have goodwill towards us...at least, we are not enemies, right?"

He looked at the energy wrapped around the woman's fist, he said:

"Let's lay down our arms and have a talk, shall we?"

Firth looked at Merlin, a flash of vigilance flashed in her blue eyes, and she shook her head:

"No! You are not like Fury. He is an ordinary person, you are not..."

"You are not the same as the ordinary life forms on the C-53 planet. I now doubt that you are an infiltrator or assassin from another planet, just like the Scoru who waged war everywhere!"

"You first prove your identity!"

Firth's request was difficult for some strongmen. Merlin frowned and said:

"I am an earth man, only because of some encounters I have these abilities. Maybe you can look at my identification, but that thing is not with me. Or, we just stand up like this, and after 30 minutes, Fury will come over ."

"You believe him, right? Then he will prove my identity."

Merlin's explanation made Firth, a suspected alien, frown. After a few seconds of confrontation, she said to Merlin:

"The Skoru disguise has only short-term memory. Now I say that the Skuru can never make up, details about you!"

"This request is really strange...but okay, let me think about it..."

Merlin pushed his glasses. After a while, he showed a gentle smile to Firth. He said:

"I like drinking water...and there is a fixed time. Every 6 hours, I have to drink water at least once. This is a habit that I only developed after meeting a mysterious person 2 years ago."

"Uh"

The energy in Firth's hands dissipated a little, and she said to Merlin:

"Come in. I'll give you 30 minutes, but don't do anything dangerous."

Merlin followed Firth and walked into the empty bar.

He frowned, looking at the wall blown by Firth with a light cannon. The hole went straight outside the bar, and people outside could see the scene in the bar at a glance.

This is not confidential at all!

Merlin put the suitcase in his hand aside and he said to Firth staring at him:

"I'm going to fix that wall, and you don't want your news here to leak out, right?"

Firth shrugged. She was sitting on the bar and drinking a glass of wine. She said:

"It's up to you, but the wall is so damaged that it can no longer be repaired."

"This is not necessarily the case, Ms. Firth."

Merlin smiled. He walked to the wall and pulled out his wand Lola. After a quick spell chant, a repair spell was applied to the damaged wall. With the injection of Merlin’s magic power, the blown out The wall is just like the time going backwards. The shattered wood chips are sent back to the place by invisible hands. Soon, the wall will return to the original state.

"Get it!"

Merlin turned around and looked at the woman behind him, he said:

"It's not that hard, is it?"

Firth looked at the wand in Merlin's hand and the completely restored wall. She said with interest:

"I didn't expect you to be a warlock."

"Warlock? No."

Merlin shook his head, he said:

"We don't call that name here."

"It doesn't matter what the name is. I met the mystic warlocks in Hara. The energy they used to cast the spell was very similar to yours."

Firth leaned on the bar, she said:

"In our Cree civilization, warlocks are also very rare. They generally hold some sacrificial positions, symbolizing the ancient heritage of Cree civilization. I just didn't expect that on the C-53 planet, you can Birth of a life like you... The energy concentration of your planet is too low. It stands to reason that it can only give birth to ordinary life, just like a man like Fury."

"Speaking, how is Fury?"

"pretty good."

Merlin stepped forward and sat in the chair beside Firth. The owner of the bar may have been scared away by the alien woman. In short, Merlin did it himself and got himself a glass of water. He said to Firth:

"After you left, Fury met a Scoru and was almost attacked, but he killed the guy. Now the alien's body is lying in the laboratory waiting for dissection."

Merlin took a sip and said to Firth, who was watching him:

"Fery thinks your warning is important. He doesn't know how many Scoru have sneaked into the earth, so he wants specific information from you."

"I do not know either."

Firth turned his head to look at the decorations on the wall of the bar, as well as the game console and microphone placed in the corner. There was a trace of melancholy and daze in her eyes. She said to Merlin:

"The Skoru people's ability to disguise is the most powerful in the entire galaxy, and even the most keen wise men in the Cree are difficult to distinguish them. If you are lucky, there should be only a few swans who follow me in your world. The Cluj, but if it is unfortunate, your world may have been secretly invaded by the Skolu a long time ago."

"Those miscellaneous, like to do such things best. Pick a planet, infiltrate with camouflage, and then provoke war, destroy civilization, and finally call their clan to come, dove to occupy magpie nest."

"Sounds like, are you familiar with Scoru?"

Merlin frowned and asked:

"But I have seen the broken souls of the Scoru people, I guess their appearance can be disguised, but the soul will always be exposed."

"Stupid! Warlock, your knowledge of the creations of the stars is too superficial."

Firth took a sip of wine, brushed his hair, and said to Merlin:

"Who told you..."

"Can't the Skorul's soul be disguised?"

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