"Brother ward! Brother, let me ask you something! "
After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes, the red faced Eastern European Hercules pulled aside and untied the same shaky grant ward in his suit.
"What's the matter? You say, brother, I know everything!"
"Yes, you said there were destroyers and Marines on our heads. Is that true or false?"
"Of course it's fake!" Grant said this and then belched.
Grant's words let the Hercules of Eastern Europe breathe a sigh of relief. What? It seems that you are just bragging. Can I have more chips and offer conditions
Thinking of this, the boss looked at Daisy and may sitting on the other side. Well, good. Ask the ward brothers later. We can pay!
Then the boss was about to open his mouth, Ward said again.
"The ships transferred back from Atlas third fleet are actually war patrol. Do you know what war patrol is?"
"I don't know!"
"It's several times bigger than the destroyer. Do you know how the casino didn't exist?"
"Isn't it a gas leak?"
"No, it was leveled by Atlas, just one shot! The whole city is gone! Such weapons, on their ship, are only the smallest! Brother, to tell you the truth, I was lucky to go there for training (prison) for a few days before. It was an eye opener! "
"Ah, this!"
"And what Marines? False, the secret troops sent by atlas are all dressed in marine uniforms. They are internally called cleaning forces. There are not only transformation soldiers who can overturn tanks with their bare hands, but also various powers. Killing is easier for them than killing ants! "
Seeing that grant didn't seem to be cheating, the old general believed and doubted, but finally chose to believe each other. Then he quickly slapped out the ideas in his mind and quietly attached them to grant.
"Brother, brother, I have a daughter, 16 this year..."
The confused grant Ward's eyes suddenly brightened, and his face unconsciously showed a blush of embarrassment.
"Brother, we don't like this. Oh, I can't make mistakes!"
Take another look at Mei, who was smiling at himself. Grant waved his hand quickly.
"That's right. I can't do your business at the age of 16. That girl hasn't even finished junior high school!"
"Ah, that's what you're talking about!" Grant breathed a sigh of relief and disappointment between his eyebrows.
"Yes, like her mother, she is an ordinary person. Now she can't study well, and I can't let her hang out with those street people. It's really sad!"
"Well, it's not impossible!" Grant remembered a case he had seen before.
"Brother, you can also sign up for an atlas skill training course, learn barbecue technology, and then use your ability to open a barbecue shop!"
"Hey! Brother, you said the needle doesn't poke, but is it expensive in this training class? Can you teach it? "
"Free, you can rest assured!"
With that, ward took out his mobile phone, opened the web page, and showed the e-Certificate he learned to excavate in the POW camp to the other party.
"Your agreement really has something!"
"And what surprises you more is that you just need to wait for the afternoon!"
At the urging of the boss, the small settlement composed of more than a dozen strangers and dozens of ordinary people soon signed a security agreement.
Then the relieved s.h.i.e.l.d. agents walked out of the room and left the beacon in the open space. The next second, several flashes appeared in the sky.
The shuttle launched from space sent a squadron of atlas Marines and a group of staff.
"Please line up all personnel, we will test them and take photos to register!"
Looking at the fully armed soldiers, the strangers cooperated very well, and there were no bastards who wanted to jump out to vent their dissatisfaction with authoritarianism, which annoyed the soldiers of a cleaning team accompanying them.
When all personnel were brought into the temporary infirmary for registration, the Marines inspected the whole village and took away illegal weapons and all suspicious items with energy reaction. These items would be locked in containers, then loaded into rockets and hit the sun.
Fisher didn't want anything to do with these so-called ancient artifacts or ancient sacred objects. He didn't care about the box that could kill all aliens as long as it was opened, nor did he care about the secret room or sarcophagus. To kill all aliens, Atlas could use special biological warfare agents. To transmit, there was a time-space bridge, If you don't know who made these things, please get out of the earth. He won't build a museum or study it. Whatever your value, finally go and play with the sun!
While the soldiers are searching, the medical soldiers are also busy. Ordinary people will test to see if they have alien genes. If they are aliens, they will record each other's abilities, then grade them, and finally take photos to make each other's alien ID card. After this process is completed, atlas can know the global alien situation like the back of his hand, Once there is any problem in the future, there is no need to do any investigation. Just compare it with the database, and you can confirm the goal in the fastest time!
Welcome to the era of big data!
Maybe some people will resist, saying that we don't need these. We just want to live our own life. I'm sorry, there is no choice. A grain of sand of the times falls on a person is a mountain, and atlas's action plan will not be changed because of personal wishes.
Alien abilities may be deadly, but the threat they have to face is also deadly. The Third Fleet in orbit will mercilessly crush all those who dare to resist.
In fact, there were no such crabs eaters, so the agents were forced to withdraw, followed by the fire to flatten the mountain, without exception, followed by the cleaning forces when the molten slurry on the ground had not solidified, although their existence was more to ensure that the rock slurry would not flow out and endanger other places.
The s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. agents who witnessed all this can only smile bitterly, and then try their best to work harder at their next mission goal to ensure that no one will repeat it.
However, most strangers are very cooperative. After all, bread and sausage are more important than their so-called face. Just like brother flame who has gone to learn barbecue, it is more important to have his own skills!
At the same time, grant team also received an emergency call from their boss Colson.
"Take daisy with you. It has something to do with her!"