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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0066_part_02
Chapter 85
chapter 0066 part 2
Hiss, hiss!
The picture on the computer screen was intermittent, possibly due to energy interference or the effects of water pressure. The last image transmitted by the skeleton demon was the octopus tentacle it had parasitized being swallowed by an abyssal maw. The moment it was swallowed, the skeleton demon hid in the gaps between the monster fish's sharp teeth, transformed two bone claws, and grabbed onto the inner wall of the monster fish's mouth.
A blue electric current flashed, and then the computer screen in front of Tang Song went completely black.
Tang Song closed his notebook computer and walked out of the Private Room.
At this moment, the vast Restaurant was empty due to Sabretooth's appearance, except for Magneto and Tang Song.
Even the chef didn't know where he had hidden.
Magneto looked at Tang Song, who had just walked out of the Private Room, his eyes becoming somewhat strange.
"Hello, Mr. Erik, my surname is Tang. I'm an Arms Dealer. I didn't expect to meet the famous Magneto here!"
Tang Song walked up to Magneto and greeted him.
Magneto smiled. "Didn't we just meet at the Auction?"
Tang Song was slightly surprised. "The Auction? I did come from that ship. I didn't expect Mr. Erik to remember a small person like me, it's truly an honor!"
Magneto stared meaningfully into Tang Song's eyes. "You know why they call me Magneto? It's not because I can control metal, but because I can control magnetic fields!"
"Young man, my old friend told me that everyone's body emits its own magnetic field, like a fingerprint, unique!"
"So?!" Tang Song rubbed his nose, laughing without blushing or his heart skipping a beat. "It seems disguise, shapeshifters, and the like are useless in front of you!"
Magneto just quietly watched him.
............
A storm brewed at the Horizon's end. Dark, oppressive cumulonimbus clouds lowered the Firmament by several degrees. Fine, veil-like rain drifted down slowly, wetting the pale wings of the sea swallows.
A crimson helicopter flew from the distance, hovering in mid-air. Its propellers spun rapidly, stirring the fishy sea wind.
The helicopter hovered there silently, motionless, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, the sea below parted.
Just like Moses parting the Red Sea with his staff in religious texts, ten thousand tons of seawater were pushed aside in a few breaths, and an enormous cylindrical Steel Platform slowly rose from the Sea Surface, like a Tower of Babel reaching towards the heavens.
The searchlights distributed along the edge of the Platform were so conspicuous in the dark night, guiding the helicopter in the sky.
In the center of the rust-free Steel Platform, an eagle design was spray-painted with silver permanent paint. That was the symbol of S.H.I.E.L.D., whose full name is the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.
Clearly, this was a S.H.I.E.L.D. Base.
"Director!"
Seeing Nick Fury step off the helicopter, Phil Coulson quickly went to meet him.
Nick Fury walked directly into the Base in a hurry.
"How much manpower can we mobilize currently?"
Inside the Base's office, Nick Fury looked at the Cargo Ship's coordinates displayed on the large screen and asked in a deep voice.
"Currently, there are two Special Operations Teams in the Base, but," Phil Coulson paused for a moment, "using them against A-level supernormal beings is probably insufficient."
S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been rooted between ordinary human society and the supernatural world, possessing extremely detailed databases on so-called superheroes and supervillains.
Generally speaking, S.H.I.E.L.D. internally classifies those with superpowers into the following tiers: D-level superpowered individuals have not yet escaped the limitations of a mortal body, their destructive capabilities are limited, and their defense against firearms is limited. Under the threat of light weapons firepower, they could face death at any time. Only a fully armed and equipped special forces, with a pre-arranged plan, is needed to suppress or even capture a D-level superpowered individual.
C-level supernormal beings already possess a certain level of threatening superpower and can, to some extent, dodge the threat of light infantry weapons firepower.
Several special ops teams working together, equipped with targeted weapons, are needed to capture them.
As for B-level supernormal beings, they can scale walls and leap across rooftops at will, shatter stone with a wave of their hand, and can directly penetrate the armor of a fourth-generation tank. Besides hard-shell artillery shells, they can easily dodge or even ignore the threat of small-caliber rifle bullets.
The final A-level supernormal beings are existences that cannot be contained by conventional military force. With minimal effort, they can destroy landmarks such as skyscrapers, giant statues, and bridges. They can even ignore large-caliber machine gun ammunition belts. Aside from ballistic missiles, the state apparatus has few means of containment.
This classification system for supernormal beings is not only circulated within S.H.I.E.L.D.; other national organizations also use it. These numerical levels indicate the degree of danger.
Magneto's rating within S.H.I.E.L.D. is A-level.
Nick Fury's face was grim. He knew Phil Coulson was right. The few Special Operations Teams S.H.I.E.L.D. had urgently mobilized were simply no match for Magneto.
But he couldn't abandon Hill and Hawkeye.
"Director, how about we contact Professor X?"
Phil Coulson, seeing Nick Fury's expression, suggested softly from the side.
Professor X, real name Charles Francis Xavier.
The founder of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the leader of the X-Men, and one of the two poles of mutants along with Magneto.
If Magneto was the hardline hawk among mutants, then Professor X was the gentle dove.
However, compared to Magneto, Professor X was less liked.
Because his abilities were telepathy and mind control, and Professor X was also a recognized S-level supernormal being.
No one would like someone who could hear their thoughts and control them at any time, even if that person acted like a saint.
But as an agent, Nick Fury never hesitated to speculate about people's hearts with the most malicious thoughts.
Hearing Phil Coulson's suggestion, Nick Fury did not immediately respond. Instead, he took out a file and handed it to Coulson.
Asian, Stowaway, Gang Boss, Arms Tycoon, Unknown Superpowered Individual...
One file, over ten pages. Phil Coulson read it over and over for a long time.
"According to Agent Hill's report, this Tang Song is also on the ship. Coulson, find a way to contact him and see if he can help Hawkeye and the others! Contact the military and see if there are any warships or submarines nearby. If so, coordinate immediately!"
Unless absolutely necessary, Nick Fury really didn't want to find Professor X. Firstly, he was indeed wary of Professor X as a person. Secondly, he didn't want S.H.I.E.L.D. to get involved in the conflict between ordinary humans and mutants.
However, this feeling of powerlessness was truly difficult. Mutants, Supervillains, and more and more crises, not even knowing when those aliens would make a comeback.
Nick Fury subconsciously touched the old pager he kept close to his body inside his trench coat.
It was time to put the Avengers Initiative on the agenda!
............
At this moment, in the passenger ship's Restaurant, Magneto's mouth was wide open, as if he had swallowed a fly, as he looked at Tang Song.
Tang Song held a cigar in his hand and said to Magneto:
"Mr. Erik, you should know that the development of a group never relies on the strength of individuals. The current mutants are supported by you and Professor X. What if one day you are both gone?"
"Forgive me for being blunt, but you and Mr. Charles are both people who came through the cold war period. You should know that time spares no one!"
"If you and Professor X no longer shield mutants from the wind and rain, who do you think mutants can rely on?"
"We have an old saying in The East: Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Compared to the varied mutant abilities, I think you and the members of your Brotherhood, besides that batch of AK rifles just now, need a batch of heavy weapons!"
"What do you think of this heavy artillery? Five artillery shells can destroy a Coastal Defense Fortress. Four million US Dollars per piece. I can be responsible for transporting it to the designated location for you."
(End of Chapter)
Hiss, hiss!
The picture on the computer screen was intermittent, possibly due to energy interference or the effects of water pressure. The last image transmitted by the skeleton demon was the octopus tentacle it had parasitized being swallowed by an abyssal maw. The moment it was swallowed, the skeleton demon hid in the gaps between the monster fish's sharp teeth, transformed two bone claws, and grabbed onto the inner wall of the monster fish's mouth.
A blue electric current flashed, and then the computer screen in front of Tang Song went completely black.
Tang Song closed his notebook computer and walked out of the Private Room.
At this moment, the vast Restaurant was empty due to Sabretooth's appearance, except for Magneto and Tang Song.
Even the chef didn't know where he had hidden.
Magneto looked at Tang Song, who had just walked out of the Private Room, his eyes becoming somewhat strange.
"Hello, Mr. Erik, my surname is Tang. I'm an Arms Dealer. I didn't expect to meet the famous Magneto here!"
Tang Song walked up to Magneto and greeted him.
Magneto smiled. "Didn't we just meet at the Auction?"
Tang Song was slightly surprised. "The Auction? I did come from that ship. I didn't expect Mr. Erik to remember a small person like me, it's truly an honor!"
Magneto stared meaningfully into Tang Song's eyes. "You know why they call me Magneto? It's not because I can control metal, but because I can control magnetic fields!"
"Young man, my old friend told me that everyone's body emits its own magnetic field, like a fingerprint, unique!"
"So?!" Tang Song rubbed his nose, laughing without blushing or his heart skipping a beat. "It seems disguise, shapeshifters, and the like are useless in front of you!"
Magneto just quietly watched him.
............
A storm brewed at the Horizon's end. Dark, oppressive cumulonimbus clouds lowered the Firmament by several degrees. Fine, veil-like rain drifted down slowly, wetting the pale wings of the sea swallows.
A crimson helicopter flew from the distance, hovering in mid-air. Its propellers spun rapidly, stirring the fishy sea wind.
The helicopter hovered there silently, motionless, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, the sea below parted.
Just like Moses parting the Red Sea with his staff in religious texts, ten thousand tons of seawater were pushed aside in a few breaths, and an enormous cylindrical Steel Platform slowly rose from the Sea Surface, like a Tower of Babel reaching towards the heavens.
The searchlights distributed along the edge of the Platform were so conspicuous in the dark night, guiding the helicopter in the sky.
In the center of the rust-free Steel Platform, an eagle design was spray-painted with silver permanent paint. That was the symbol of S.H.I.E.L.D., whose full name is the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division.
Clearly, this was a S.H.I.E.L.D. Base.
"Director!"
Seeing Nick Fury step off the helicopter, Phil Coulson quickly went to meet him.
Nick Fury walked directly into the Base in a hurry.
"How much manpower can we mobilize currently?"
Inside the Base's office, Nick Fury looked at the Cargo Ship's coordinates displayed on the large screen and asked in a deep voice.
"Currently, there are two Special Operations Teams in the Base, but," Phil Coulson paused for a moment, "using them against A-level supernormal beings is probably insufficient."
S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been rooted between ordinary human society and the supernatural world, possessing extremely detailed databases on so-called superheroes and supervillains.
Generally speaking, S.H.I.E.L.D. internally classifies those with superpowers into the following tiers: D-level superpowered individuals have not yet escaped the limitations of a mortal body, their destructive capabilities are limited, and their defense against firearms is limited. Under the threat of light weapons firepower, they could face death at any time. Only a fully armed and equipped special forces, with a pre-arranged plan, is needed to suppress or even capture a D-level superpowered individual.
C-level supernormal beings already possess a certain level of threatening superpower and can, to some extent, dodge the threat of light infantry weapons firepower.
Several special ops teams working together, equipped with targeted weapons, are needed to capture them.
As for B-level supernormal beings, they can scale walls and leap across rooftops at will, shatter stone with a wave of their hand, and can directly penetrate the armor of a fourth-generation tank. Besides hard-shell artillery shells, they can easily dodge or even ignore the threat of small-caliber rifle bullets.
The final A-level supernormal beings are existences that cannot be contained by conventional military force. With minimal effort, they can destroy landmarks such as skyscrapers, giant statues, and bridges. They can even ignore large-caliber machine gun ammunition belts. Aside from ballistic missiles, the state apparatus has few means of containment.
This classification system for supernormal beings is not only circulated within S.H.I.E.L.D.; other national organizations also use it. These numerical levels indicate the degree of danger.
Magneto's rating within S.H.I.E.L.D. is A-level.
Nick Fury's face was grim. He knew Phil Coulson was right. The few Special Operations Teams S.H.I.E.L.D. had urgently mobilized were simply no match for Magneto.
But he couldn't abandon Hill and Hawkeye.
"Director, how about we contact Professor X?"
Phil Coulson, seeing Nick Fury's expression, suggested softly from the side.
Professor X, real name Charles Francis Xavier.
The founder of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, the leader of the X-Men, and one of the two poles of mutants along with Magneto.
If Magneto was the hardline hawk among mutants, then Professor X was the gentle dove.
However, compared to Magneto, Professor X was less liked.
Because his abilities were telepathy and mind control, and Professor X was also a recognized S-level supernormal being.
No one would like someone who could hear their thoughts and control them at any time, even if that person acted like a saint.
But as an agent, Nick Fury never hesitated to speculate about people's hearts with the most malicious thoughts.
Hearing Phil Coulson's suggestion, Nick Fury did not immediately respond. Instead, he took out a file and handed it to Coulson.
Asian, Stowaway, Gang Boss, Arms Tycoon, Unknown Superpowered Individual...
One file, over ten pages. Phil Coulson read it over and over for a long time.
"According to Agent Hill's report, this Tang Song is also on the ship. Coulson, find a way to contact him and see if he can help Hawkeye and the others! Contact the military and see if there are any warships or submarines nearby. If so, coordinate immediately!"
Unless absolutely necessary, Nick Fury really didn't want to find Professor X. Firstly, he was indeed wary of Professor X as a person. Secondly, he didn't want S.H.I.E.L.D. to get involved in the conflict between ordinary humans and mutants.
However, this feeling of powerlessness was truly difficult. Mutants, Supervillains, and more and more crises, not even knowing when those aliens would make a comeback.
Nick Fury subconsciously touched the old pager he kept close to his body inside his trench coat.
It was time to put the Avengers Initiative on the agenda!
............
At this moment, in the passenger ship's Restaurant, Magneto's mouth was wide open, as if he had swallowed a fly, as he looked at Tang Song.
Tang Song held a cigar in his hand and said to Magneto:
"Mr. Erik, you should know that the development of a group never relies on the strength of individuals. The current mutants are supported by you and Professor X. What if one day you are both gone?"
"Forgive me for being blunt, but you and Mr. Charles are both people who came through the cold war period. You should know that time spares no one!"
"If you and Professor X no longer shield mutants from the wind and rain, who do you think mutants can rely on?"
"We have an old saying in The East: Political power comes from the barrel of a gun. Compared to the varied mutant abilities, I think you and the members of your Brotherhood, besides that batch of AK rifles just now, need a batch of heavy weapons!"
"What do you think of this heavy artillery? Five artillery shells can destroy a Coastal Defense Fortress. Four million US Dollars per piece. I can be responsible for transporting it to the designated location for you."
(End of Chapter)
