In the center of the Balkans, the mountain airport, two kilometers away from the Latovian orbital tower, is busier than usual.

This newly built military airport undertakes the take-off and landing mission of most of the air force aircraft in Latovinia. This time, in order to escort important items that will be transported to the Yugoslavia Federation, the entire airport is not only brightly lit as usual, and all air defense firepower is activated, but also arranged a company of genetically modified soldiers to patrol within hundreds of meters around the airport. All departments that want to use this airport must undergo more stringent review. Not only is the armed forces sent by the emperor ready, but the armed forces from Mars are also willing to lower their heads to cooperate with the genetically modified soldiers, storing the walking tanks belonging to the safari cavalry into nearby defensive fortresses and handing over to command and control personnel. All this is because the important samples obtained by Epsilon Rodney 223 are about to arrive at the airport.

Even senior generals of the conventional Yugoslavia army could not fully know what would be about to land at a military airport, but the military still sent troops to block the valley in accordance with the instructions of Regent Victor von Dum, and prepared weapons such as air defense missiles and were ready to deal with possible emergencies at any time. When night fell, the clear night sky allowed the observatory to clearly observe the atomic sky fire shining in the sky.

Since the emperor really sat on the throne of the Balkans, the climate of the entire Balkans has changed accordingly. Even the catastrophic climate caused by the global earthquake and volcanic eruption a few months ago has not really affected the land. The real reason is only known by the emperor and the Regent. This is an extreme measure that has to be taken to solve the local food crisis. In order to deal with the upcoming global disasters and supply chain disruptions, the Balkans must stockpile a large amount of food.

The light at the top of the atmosphere flies in a flash.

About thirty minutes later, a huge dark aircraft descended to the military airport under the escort of a large number of "Eraser" fighters. As soon as they landed, they didn't even have time to put down the ramp board of Hefeng One. The genetically modified soldiers and safaris who were already ready rushed over in armored personnel carriers. There was still a red heat residual heat rubbing against the atmosphere on Hefeng One's ablated armor, and the engine still emitted heat.

As the emperor's representative, Amon also rode a suspended jet motorcycle to the scene, witnessing Epsilon Rodney Radiation 223 and captured alien bionic mechanical samples arrive at the airport, and then handed over to a research institution specially established for this. Many earth scientists recruited by the emperor and new subordinates of Epsilon Rodney Radiation 223 together formed this institution. Computer deep learning, mechanical bionics, gene editing, energy, quantum communication and other fields spanning many fields, and scholars from departments and disciplines participated in the handover procedure.

They were not entirely clear about the special features of the samples handed over, but now anything about aliens on this planet is a hot topic in research. The emperor must have summoned them because the research samples required their expertise, and they were willing to sacrifice their freedom in exchange for this once-in-a-lifetime research opportunity.

Epsilon Rodney-Redney-Redney-223 proudly walked down the ramp board of Hefeng-1. Several safaris behind him were carrying two heavy metal "coffins". A large number of thick cables and data lines were connected to objects inside the "coffin" through interfaces, and continuously imported data to the data terminals beside him. Epsilon Rodney-Redney-223 did not expect that she could receive such honors at first, and she did not expect that Mars would welcome her so vigorously after receiving the message, which made her a little worried about her future position in the research project team.

Even if she is not sensitive to political struggles, Epsilon Rodney-Redney-223 knows that this is not a good thing. She can list a list of names on Mars and her furnace - the term "melting furnace" refers to a complex composed of research institutes, factories, and universities - the Martian Sage with a not-so-friendly relationship. Those people have better mechanical and biological implants and have higher seats in the Olympus Data Exchange Center. They are very likely to try to seize the technical secrets that the low-level researcher is about to master. Epsilon Rodney-Redney-223 has seen the way forward. If she wants to protect her research results, she can only rely on the emperor's power.

Epsilon Rodney-Redney-223 now wants to talk to the commander of the Imperial Guard and figure out how he should talk to the emperor. The Imperial Guard Amon sent the order to her data terminal. The emperor wanted to talk to her, and in private, he would not let the Martian sages know that they had communicated. However, Constantine did not return to the Yugoslav Federation with Epsilon Rodney-223, but led the soldiers to stay at the lighthouse base and rest there.

After the lighthouse base was captured, it became a safe gathering place for Latovignan military forces. Constantine welcomed Agent Colson at the entrance of the base. Although the current situation of the lighthouse base shocked him, Agent Colson quickly calmed down and figured out why the emperor's army did not leave directly - both sides knew their respective bottom lines. Agent Colson would never allow the US government to know the location of the lighthouse base. No matter how much he trusted Jeffrey Mess, he would not definitely hand over all the cards, because if the US government wanted to plot against S.H.E.L.D. would never give him any way out. Even if Jeffrey Mess agreed to accommodate the agents of S.H.E.L.D.

Those politicians definitely want to investigate all the secrets mastered by S.H.E.L.D. and figure out the secrets of how many officials Nick Fury has. On the contrary, the emperor, who seems to be the enemy, has room for negotiation, because both sides have common goals and can sit at the negotiating table and discuss it carefully. Enemies with bottom lines are far more reliable than capricious allies. Agent Colson fully understands this, so he plans to have a good talk with Constantine.

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Agent Colson walked through the security door, and by no surprise, his mechanical prosthetic hand was discovered. Leopold Fitz integrated many functions in that fake hand. When the First Secret Service inspected it with another instrument, he found a large number of mechanical parts that did not belong to the bionic function. Agent Colson had to take off his mechanical prosthesis to enter the simple conference room transformed from the temporary residence.

The safaris played the role of engineers, created independent circuits and ventilation systems, and blocked electromagnetic waves from the outside world, which also caused the room to look like a newly built rough house. Agent Colson did not communicate much with other S.H.E.L.D. agents Colson were led by the Imperial Guards. The First Secret Regiment Non-commissioned officers and the safaris were brought here. It seemed that the other party was worried that he had complete information and proposed more conditions at the negotiating table.

"Your master told me that he was going to give me a task."

"Yes. My Lord told me that the reason he has always protected you to participate in this mission is to let you participate in this mission." Constantine looked to the side of the negotiating table. Enoch, the immortal man, sat calmly in the chair, and did not respond when facing Agent Colson's gaze. Hearing Korson's words, Agent Colson inevitably remembered the Tahiti Plan and the Emperor who participated in the Tahiti Plan. Perhaps from that time on, the Emperor had already begun to make arrangements, but no one could understand his plan at that time, even Nick Fury could not.

"I think he can fully explain all the detailed goals of this task." Constantine did not sit down, he was the only person standing in the conference room. "My Lord told me that he had told you that the task was to span time and space, but the person who initiated it was not my Lord, but him." He pointed to Enoch, "This task is related to the future and past of mankind, so you must complete the task and ensure the stability of the timeline."

"So who are you, sir?" Agent Colson asked.

"I am Enoke, from the planet Chronyca-2 in Cygnus. I was sent to Earth to observe species evolution 30,000 years ago. I have witnessed all the history of human development and evolution and witnessed the occurrence of many extinction events. Perhaps I was put on Earth after I was created, but it is undeniable that in this process, I gradually recognized the efforts made by the human race for survival, so I am willing to destroy the premise of not interfering with the development of species to help humans."

"This violates the regulations of all the Immortal Observers, and the idea of ​​creating the Immortal Race, but the 30,000 years I spent on Earth occupied all my data caches. Now I have a deal with Nick Fury, and in recent decades, the Lighthouse Base has been my base of action. I have the right to call some of the S.H.E.L.D. resources and to establish several private security companies that have no connection with S.H.E.L.D. for mission assistance."

Agent Colson fell silent.

Seeing this, Enoch continued to explain. He tilted his hairless head and squeezed out all the nasolabial folds in front of his forehead. "My main component is plastic alloy." He said, "The higher race that created the immortals has designed a very long service life for us, and my energy and parts are enough to support me in long-term activities. I do not have an emotional module, and none of the immortals have. My help to mankind is only for the purpose of observing the smooth progress of the project."

"Are you a bionic?"

"I am a machine, not a flesh and blood. In this universe, few machines are as advanced as me."

Agent Colson looked at the commander of the guards, but the golden armored giant did not respond, as if he was accusing Enoke's statement.

Although he didn't accept these facts so quickly, Agent Colson still came up with a solution in his increasingly dry mind. "Then let my people come out first." Agent Colson breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on the back of the chair. "If this mission is really related to the life and death of the human race, then we must be prepared accordingly." He said, "I must figure out how we are going to travel in time, and I also need the scientific research department to do the work. This is what you ask, and this mission must be foolproof."

"I'm ready, Agent Colson," Enoch said. "Now I just have to wait until all the agents who have to perform the mission arrive at the lighthouse base. Now I have a deal with the Balkan emperor, a contract brought by this genetically modified warrior who has been forcibly elevated to the highest level of human evolution. He will assist me in this mission. Although he cannot directly participate in the mission, the possibility of completing the mission with his help is far higher than that of S.H.E.L.D.."

Agent Colson looked at the commander of the guard in confusion. "What does this mean?"

"It means we need you to persuade Agent Alfonso Mackenzie, Agent Daisy Johnson, Agent Elena Rodriguez, Agent David David to join the mission," said the commander of the Guard. "We have locked their positions and closed the Quin-style cabin doors they were on, and are now negotiating with Alfonso Mackenzie. They will be key players in the mission, and without them, the mission cannot be started."

"Is this your master's idea?"

"I don't fully understand the Lord's thoughts, and no one can understand all of the Lord's plans." Constantine was very sincere, but there was still not much expression on his face, as if genetic alchemy had erased his chance of emotional fluctuations because of this kind of thing. "But if Lord agrees with Enoke's list of tasks, it means that Lord agrees with Enoke's thoughts and all parameters in the task. We need you to persuade the agents to return and participate in the mission, Agent Colson, we do not want to force arrest them by violent means - we don't want to delay the mission because of their injuries or deaths - we must start the mission as soon as possible, before another disaster of destruction comes."

“Is this a threat?”

"No, this is a suggestion."

The Imperial Guards knew that his height seemed extremely large in this room, and mortals sitting in chairs would feel unbearable oppression, and even agents would have difficulty abandoning this feeling even after years of age. "You have a common goal with my Lord, and the difference is that my Lord can see further. So I suggest you follow the advice of the wise, instead of keeping blind confidence and optimism to make bad choices. You and your squad have made similar mistakes more than once, and are still running without hesitation on such a road." The Imperial Guards lowered their heads and stared at the eyes of the only mortals present. "I appreciate your courage to dedicate to mankind, but this does not mean that my Lord can tolerate you to continue making stupid decisions and cause trouble that you cannot solve."
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