Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 588 46. Star Howling Without Misfortune 2

Since its establishment, the huge organization of S.H.I.E.L.D. has not only maintained social order and built intelligence defenses around the world, but also has the responsibility of containing dangerous objects.

The dangerous items here do not refer to those weapons of mass destruction, but more to those items with mysterious properties.

Due to various reasons appearing on the earth, technological products that cannot be analyzed and used by existing technologies, or magical products that originate from dangerous and mysterious magical powers that are completely opposite to the development track of modern civilization, or are Some difficult to distinguish types, but there is no doubt that there is a strong threat to the social system of ordinary people or biological individuals, etc.

Since the period of the Strategic Science Corps, the predecessor of S.H.I.E.L.D., such items have been continuously found and stored. As time goes by, more and more mysterious items are in the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D. Not enough, so the agents had to build more containment bases.

Currently, within the jurisdiction of Merlin, there are four large-scale storage places for mysterious items, Base 084, Pegasus Base, Island Prison, and Ghost Base. In addition, there are some small temporary storage places around the world. point.

And the list of mysterious items stored in Merlin's office is as thick as a big book.

These things may not be all dangerous, but there is no doubt that the vast majority of them cannot be known to ordinary people, and their containment measures are even more varied. After decades of development, SHIELD has already With a complete containment system, it is like sealed treasures one by one. There are not only gorgeous treasures, but also hidden dangers.

When the Spring Festival in 2004 was approaching, one of the temporary shelters of S.H.I.E.L.D. was located in the "Slingshot" base in the desert. A convoy of heavy and huge trucks drove into the huge warehouse that had just been built, representing a new era of Batches of containment were sent where they belonged.

"bang"

Amidst the loud noise, the sealed container on the first truck was fixed by the huge crane boom, and then amidst the roar of mechanical operation, the heavy container was lifted up, and under the command of the special agents, it clanged With a bang, the container with unknown contents was placed on the ground of the warehouse.

Around this huge warehouse, heavily armed agents are holding pulse guns and are on alert at all times. In their gaze, the containers are spread out to all sides like square cardboard boxes, revealing the Stored items.

mechanical.

To be precise, it is the mechanical wreckage left by the Cybertronians after their death.

Various, distorted, chaotically painted wreckage, the bodies of these robots are mostly fragmented, covered with bullet holes and melting burns, looking like metal garbage loaded from some abandoned mechanical junkyard .

The mechanical wreckage in each container has traces of being cut, which means that they have been sorted and processed before being sent to the slingshot base.

All identifiable mechanical modules and complete parts in these mechanical wreckages have been taken out, just like a corpse that has undergone an autopsy and needs to undergo a final disassembly before being sent to the crematorium.

"Cut them all open, and gather everything of value."

Agent Hill sat in the control room of the slingshot base. She tossed her hair, looked at the monitoring screens juxtaposed in front of her, like a nine-square grid, and gave orders to the agents who were ready to work.

She was appointed by Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., to come to the slingshot base to supervise and deal with the wreckage of the last batch of Decepticons.

The mechanical invasions started by these robots are not known to ordinary people, so the remains of these machines cannot be seen by people.

After the last thorough dismantling is completed, the remains of these Decepticons will be sent to the smelter, where they will be melted into molten iron at extremely high temperatures, and their existence will be completely erased from this world.

As for the metal wreckage made of special materials that cannot be melted, the agents will be loaded into the launch vehicle, shot into the sky, and then fall into the sun after a 35-day flight.

The sun, that's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most reliable incinerator for hazardous materials.

"let's start!"

After receiving Hill's order, the agents manipulating the large cutting machine began to work. Amidst the piercing, sharp sound of metal cutting, those Decepticon wreckage placed on the warehouse floor were cut mercilessly. open.

In the raucous factory-like warehouse, where sparks fly and every limb of metal is sliced ​​open, there are agents scouring the wreckage for something of value.

Every spring, every gear, as well as broken chips and delicate mechanical parts, will be collected in different categories, and finally sent to the Pegasus base. Scientists from S.H.I.E.L.D. The existence forms are very interested, they are eager to understand these metal life, and collect technology from their existence that is helpful to the development of human civilization.

"This thing looks awful."

An agent looks up at the wreckage in front of him.

It looked like a scarred fighter plane, its red and white painted shell was full of all kinds of weird dents, as if it had been mercilessly beaten by a war hammer, and even the cockpit was flattened , the whole looks like a piece of uneven scrap iron.

Of course, those dents weren't the mortal wound of this Decepticon soldier.

On the limb of the wreckage of the plane, there was a scar that looked like a sharp knife cut, like a knife cut fiercely from the middle of the plane, splitting it in two.

Some burnt metal modules can still be vaguely seen in the stubble of the metal body, but inside the wound, those parts that can still function have been taken out.

It's like an empty shell.

"Cut it!"

The agent wearing goggles gestured to the large cutting machine beside him, and soon, the rapidly rotating sharp dismantling knife landed on the shell of the miserable half-section of the aircraft. During the process, the outer shell of this fighter plane was cut open bit by bit.

"Swish"

As if awakened by this fatal movement, a dim light suddenly lit up in the flattened cockpit of the half plane, as if a sleeping and seriously injured person regained consciousness.

Xing Xiao felt very painful.

My whole body hurts.

The Decepticon usurper had been asleep for a long time, and it was a blessing to be able to escape from the angry Magtron, but it was a matter of being seriously injured and having to fall into a deep sleep. A regrettable encounter.

And now, it's awake.

It woke up just before it was about to be dismantled into metal scraps.

The awakened Xing Xiao instinctively started self-examination, but it could no longer feel the existence of its body. To be precise, at least one-third of its body had disappeared, and many important modules in its body were also missing.

It's like being hollowed out.

"what!"

Xing Xiao felt the vibration when the cutting machine landed on his body. Due to the lack of computing power of several databases, it was a little unconscious when it just woke up, as if it had been punched hard in the face.

But the pain piercing into the body like a red-hot iron needle still made the weak Xing Xiao react most instinctively.

Under the amazed gazes of the agents, the already tattered, half-remained fighter plane, amidst the sound of sparks splashing and black smoke fluttering, extended a fragmented arm from under the miserable body. In a chaotic roar, he waved his hand and knocked the cutting machine that was trying to cut its body to the ground.

"Warning! Warning! Deformation gear is critically missing!"

Warning sounds sounded in Xing Xiao's chaotic thinking, but they couldn't attract its attention.

This guy has gone through a round of dismantling, and the remaining parts of its body are no longer enough to support it to think rationally.

It is like a dying beast. Without the module, it cannot complete the real transformation, so it can only drag the half-transformed strange posture, supporting the twisted corpse with the left hand, and constantly pulling it in front of the body with the right hand. Dial away.

It senses danger and it wants to run away!

And no matter how weak the robot is, it is also fatal to ordinary humans.

While Starscream was running around mindlessly, more than a dozen unlucky agents were slapped into the air by Starscream's palm. The sparks and broken stones, coupled with the agents' hastily evading, turned the entire warehouse into a mess.

"Stop it!"

Agent Hill in the control room also saw this chaotic scene. She stood up and said in a cold tone:

"Keep it under control! Quick!"

Starscream, who suddenly woke up, ran rampant in the warehouse like a headless fly. The armed agents who reacted quickly lifted the pulse guns in their hands, and shot at the dying robot in front of them. The rays hit Starscream's dilapidated body from all directions, causing those severely broken parts to fly around.

"Ah, ah!"

Starscream felt the pain, it screamed, but there was nowhere to hide.

Sparks danced all over this wretched creature, like a crawling creature crawling forward, trying to get away, but it had no idea where to go.

"Go! Go!"

The interference of those bugs around made the already chaotic Starscream extremely irritable. It pushed aside the metal block in front of it, and with great difficulty climbed onto a truck parked beside it against the pulse guns of the agents behind it. .

The driver of the truck ran away in fright and took the key with him. The car couldn't be started, but Starscream didn't need to start it either.

The poor Starscream was lying on the truck, its hands sliding on the ground, just like the skateboards children were playing on, the robot that lost its legs moved on the ground with both hands, pushing the truck forward, its The body had been sifted by pulse gun fire from all directions, but it didn't care.

There is only one thought beating in the chaotic thinking, and that is to escape, escape!

Driven by Starscream, the heavy truck moved forward at a faster and faster speed, just like an accelerating scooter. With Starscream's crazy laughter, the truck slammed into the closed gate of the warehouse , slamming the two doors into the air.

The sun shone on Starscream's fragmented body. Although it didn't feel warm, after rushing out of the warehouse, Starscream felt that he was only one step away from freedom.

"Rush over! Rush over! Don't try to imprison the great Starscream!"

It screamed in a chaotic tone, lying on the truck, and kept supporting the ground with its hands, making the truck run faster and faster.

It's like a blind old man who has lost his legs and is playing a drag racing game with his wheelchair.

But then again, this truck plus Starscream's weight, and the kinetic energy accumulated during its high-speed forward movement, made it really difficult to stop.The truck carrying its upper body almost broke through two obstacles with sparks and lightning all the way, and rushed towards the entrance of the base.

"Stupid stuff!"

Agent Hill was carrying something, and rushed out of the warehouse with a gloomy expression on her face. She looked at Starscream who was fleeing quickly in front of her. She shook her head, and carried the thing in her hand on her shoulder in a standard kneeling shooting posture. .

It looked like an ordinary individual anti-tank rocket launcher, but in fact, it was not ordinary.

Agent Hill almost didn't need to aim with a sight. The crazy Starscream didn't even have the consciousness to dodge. It just wanted to run, almost rushing forward in a straight line.

"The skateboarding game is over..."

Hill made a small complaint, and the next moment, she pulled the trigger.

"boom"

Scorching flames erupted from the back of the rocket launcher, and Hill's body was thrown backward by the impact. In her gaze, the fired black rocket was like a heavy punch from a warrior. With a sharp whistling, it precisely hit the tire of that truck at a speed exceeding the speed of sound.

"boom"

In the horror of the flames, the heavy truck was pushed off the ground by the energy of the explosion, and then smashed back to the ground. Caught off guard, Starscream, who was only one step away from freedom, was thrown to the ground amidst screams of terror, and then The heavy truck that fell was crushed in the big crater created by the explosion.

Well, the old driver Starscream... overturned.

It was still screaming, but there was no longer any hope of escape.

And Agent Hill, who completed an interception operation neatly, did not look at the explosion at all. With the flames beating behind her, she threw away the launcher in her hand, flicked her short hair smartly, and looked at the adoring man in front of her. Her agents said:

"You guys, go and drag it back..."

"But since it's still alive, it doesn't need to be disassembled. Send it back to Pegasus Base. The scientists there will be happy to receive another living sample."

"Hmm... Maybe it's going to be a second 'Smash'."

(End of this chapter)