In many human science fiction works, based on the current level of technology, science fiction writers set the time of the appearance of a spaceship that could soar in the universe hundreds of years later. For most human beings, this is a very pertinent time point, but they ignore one point:
The real top technology never appears in front of ordinary people.
For example, where Saber is standing now, a steel battleship suspended at a height of 10,000 meters, flying without making a sound, more than three times larger than the average aircraft carrier, was taking off and landing Quinjets like sparrows in front of it. Even with Saber's ability to accept, he couldn't help but rub his eyes when he saw the scene in front of him.
Standing beside him, Coulson exaggeratedly spread out his hands and introduced in a proud tone:
"The Kuberian-class Mothership, with a maximum load of 23740 people, can support 520 Quinjets to take off and land at the same time, with a maximum flight speed of Mach 1.75, equipped with multiple sets of defensive air combat and ground firepower projection systems. The firepower projected at one time can easily destroy a city, and short-distance space jumps can be achieved when necessary."
"If there is a real God of War in this world …"
Coulson's foot tapped on the steel deck, looked at Saber, and said softly: "Then it is here."
Seiber's eyes widened. After roaming the real world for a long time, he had seen too many things that were outside of the rules. He had chatted and laughed with Sorcerer Supreme, he had personally experienced the opening of Hell's Gate in New York, he had killed a god with his own hands, and he still had a large amount of Ancient Dragon's blood in his storage. He thought that there was nothing in this world that could surprise him anymore.
But now, he still can't accept the appearance of this behemoth in front of him.
"Are you kidding me … With the current technology, can you create such a foul guy?"
He turned to look at Coulson, who shrugged:
"Well, you're right. When this spaceship was built, it borrowed some alien technology from M.I.B.'s collection, but it's nothing. It belongs to us now, doesn't it?"
Saber pursed his lips. On the list of enemies in his heart, SHIELD's position was directly raised from the back to the first place at this moment. Even now, he has to admit that what Coulson said and those faint threats were not just empty words.
Once the war with SHIELD officially starts, this big guy only needs to find the right opportunity to launch, and The Devil Gang may be wiped out in an instant.
But Saber also understands that this must be SHIELD's biggest trump card. Coulson can expose it to Saber without hesitation. This is a strategic deterrent, but the meaning it expresses is very subtle. It seems that the Level 8 agent really intends to maintain a non-hostile peace with The Devil Gang.
He followed Coulson as they walked down the futuristic corridor. His mind was filled with only one question:
How many ships like this does SHIELD have?
If there was only one of them, he might still be able to deal with it if he went all out. However, if there were more of them …
"Agent Coulson, I don't remember giving these strangers permission to pass!"
The automatic metal door in front of them opened on both sides, and a tall figure appeared in their field of vision. She was wearing a special Captain's uniform, standing above the console. Seven blue floating screens covered the space in front of her. She said without turning her head:
"Is it really okay to just let them walk around here?"
She turned around and crossed her arms. Her figure was slender and beautiful, and her short black hair was neatly combed. She had rare gray eyes, and her entire body exuded a solemn and cold aura. She sized up Seiber Hawk, and a few seconds later, she said, "You're not a man.
"You are Saber. Hawke? The boss of The Devil Gang? You don't look as barbaric as I thought. "
Saber turned his head and looked at Coulson:
"Who is this chick that doesn't look easy to mess with?"
The Level 8 agent was a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and introduced:
"Maria Hill. Unranked agent. She is also the Captain and Commander of the Helicarrier. She is the support commander of this combat operation."
"So in front of a lady, can't you learn to be more gentlemanly?"
Agent Hill's gray eyes made people feel cold at a glance. In fact, legend has it that this mysterious Unranked agent was born in a cold weather with a temperature of minus 46 ° C. Her image inside SHIELD was almost no different from this deadly temperature.
She looked away from Saber. With a wave of her left hand, a floating screen was transferred to her hand. It was Catherine and the others walking around inside the spaceship as if they had discovered a new continent.
"In five minutes, they will enter the energy area of the spaceship. The forbidden area is full of high-radiation energy. I think you will help me restrain them, right?"
Hill glanced at Seber, who nodded and left the command room under the guidance of a staff member. When only Hill and Coulson were left, the cold expression on Hill's face softened. She glanced at Coulson and asked softly, "What's the matter?
"How is he feeling?"
"I can feel the obvious surprise and vigilance."
Coulson replied, "This will probably allow him and his restless subordinates to calm down for a while. But Seiber is a very complicated person. He may seem reckless, but he's actually very methodical. I'm worried about how long the deterrence from the mothership will last, so we still need to work on another aspect. By the way, has Professor Charles been settled?"
Hill nodded. She looked at the floating screen next to her, where a Quinjet had just taken off.
"He will be sent to the triangular wing building. If Fury is fast enough, he may be able to make it to the war in California. The mutants … No matter if they win or lose this time, they are in big trouble."
On the other side, Saber took the members of The Devil Gang and other soldiers who were teleported to the spaceship to their rest area. The leaders sat together and talked about the current situation. Of course, most of the discussion was about the spaceship itself.
"It's hard to say where they found the black technology."
Erwin walked around the meeting room and did not find any surveillance equipment. He sat on a chair and scratched his head.
"Based on what I have seen so far, this spaceship's technology is at least 200 years ahead of this era. It's like a modern army rushing into a primitive tribe. We can only use spears to fight against their assault rifles."
"So I am more concerned about whether we have a way to stop it."
Saber rubbed his chin and said seriously, "Even if it's just to protect ourselves, we should think of a way. Is it possible to break through from the inside?"
Santals replied in a low voice.
"We just passed through seven automatic doors, and each door has at least five surveillance equipment. Unless we can directly attack the energy zone, we will be discovered the moment we infiltrate. There are at least 20,000 people on this spaceship. Even if we use human wave tactics, it will be difficult to fight."
"And I don't believe that this spaceship has no special countermeasures."
Erwin continued, "Once you're trapped, you'll be in trouble. The energy in the energy zone is frightening. Other than a mutant like you, I'm afraid we'll be suppressed by the energy if we go in."
"Or we can use supernatural power!"
Catherine curiously touched the metal chair that was integrated with the deck under her body, and she whispered, "Just like Gray Jean's Annihilation Power, it should be able to directly penetrate the deck of this ship, or even more directly, if it has the power of Ancient One sister, this kind of ship would be a large toy."
"Magneto's magnetic force is also a great threat to this spaceship!"
Erwin took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "But since SHIELD dares to use this spaceship to find trouble with the Brotherhood, it means that they have a way to restrain Magneto's magnetic force. In short, this spaceship gives me the feeling that it should not have appeared at all. This is too supernatural!"
Saber was about to speak when the door of the meeting room suddenly opened, and a frivolous voice came in.
"Hi, my friend Saber … and cute little girl Catherine. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
Tony Stark, wearing a gray suit and turtleneck sweater, walked into the meeting room with two bottles of wine. He looked at the people in front of him and reached out to put the wine in his hand on the table.
"Children, can you give me and Saber some privacy?"
Saber frowned and looked at Tony in front of him. He instinctively felt that Tony's current state was not right. He waved his hand, and the other children obediently left the meeting room, leaving only him and Tony.
Tony leaned lazily in his chair, reached out, took out two cigars, and threw one to Saber. Saber caught it in his hand and did not light it immediately.
"What's wrong with you? I feel that your vitality is not normal! "
"It's nothing!"
Tony tilted his head. "It's just a little trouble."
"Don't move!"
Suddenly, Seiber reached out his hand and placed it on Tony's neck. He pulled down Tony's turtleneck sweater and saw the bulging veins on his neck. They were different from normal people when they were agitated. These veins didn't look normal at all.
"Are you poisoned?"
Saber lowered his voice. "Who poisoned you?"
Tony's expression collapsed. He pointed to the shiny round energy source on his chest under the sweater. "I told you that this thing relies on the function of palladium, right?"
"Yes."
Saber nodded. Tony showed a wry smile. "But I didn't tell you that palladium is fatal to the human body. Even just touching it will cause elemental poisoning. The worst thing is that modern medicine has no way to solve this problem. Besides, I inserted this thing in my body … I don't have long to live, Saber."
Tony Stark raised his head and looked at Saber. A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.
"I'm going to die."
"So you came to me to pour out your sorrow?"
Saber snorted. With a flick of his left hand, a palm-sized soul crystal and a roll of parchment appeared in his palm. He threw these things to Tony.
"The summoning circle in your garage should still be usable. Go back tonight and crush this thing on it. Wear your armor and beat up the demon, then sign a contract with it. I promise you can live for another 50 years … at least."
"No … not everyone is willing to live in this way."
Tony put the thing in his hand on the table and pushed it back to Saber. There was fear of death in his eyes, but Saber unexpectedly found a trace of relief. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp.
"If I'm destined to die, I still hope to die as a human. Then I'll find a bunch of big-ass chicks to dance and sing at my funeral so that I won't be so lonely when I go."
After saying this, the atmosphere between the two was a little stagnant. Tony took a puff of his cigarette and spoke again.
"Okay, I called you here because I have something else to talk about … You've seen those war mechas that are exactly the same as Stan's, right?"
"Yes, they seem to have been mass-produced."
Saber also poured himself a glass of wine and said with a frown, "I'm curious. What energy source is the Ten Rings Gang using to power those mechas? I didn't see any energy source from their pilots."
"That's what I want to say …"
Tony Stark's eyes glittered at that moment. He looked around and said in a low voice, "I caught a live pilot a few days ago and studied him. Guess what I found?"
"Huh?"
Saber was also interested. He turned sideways and heard Tony say, "You still remember the scene of the pilot self-destructing, right? Their bodies were implanted with something special, more like a virus. That thing provides them with a continuous supply of terrifying energy. They use that energy to control the mecha. So, the pilot himself is actually the energy source of the mecha. "
Tony pursed his lips. After the smoke lingered, his eyes shone.
"Most importantly, I found that the pilots who were implanted with the virus obtained unimaginable super self-healing power … Guess what I think?"
"Your illness can be cured?"
Saber snorted. "You're not willing to contract a demon, but you're willing to implant a virus. You're really an unpredictable guy."
"In short, I need your help, Saber!"
Tony chuckled. "I'm now collecting information about the Ten Rings Gang. After I find their base, I need you to rush in with me and snatch the virus … That's my best choice now."
"Okay! Look for me then! "
Saber waved his hand. "You'd better hurry. Your illness can't be delayed any longer."
Tony Stark nodded. He stood up and straightened his clothes. When he was about to leave, he suddenly lowered his voice and whispered into Seiber's ears.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is forming the Avengers. I'm a special consultant. Be careful. They have many targets, and your name is one of them … Also, don't worry about this ship. They only have this one now. Don't be scared. The weapon system of this ship … was designed by me."
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