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The next day in New York was still gloomy, with sporadic light rain still falling in the sky.
Frank was hitting the sandbag in the training room inside the house when the doorbell rang.
He walked over and opened the door. Puncher, still dressed in a gray and black hooded sweatshirt, stood at the door. He raised the big brown paper bag in his hand and said, "Let's eat something together?"
Frank turned aside expressionlessly and let the door pass: "I've eaten."
Luke walked in the door: "Do you need me to leave some for you for lunch?"
Frank just shook his head, closed the door, and the two sat back on the sofa in the living room.
Luke casually took out a cheeseburger from the big paper bag and took a bite: "How was your rest?"
Frank: "It's okay."
Luke reached out and touched the remote control on the coffee table, pressed the button, and the window immediately became one-sided.
Throwing away the remote control, he took out a mobile phone from the backpack he was carrying and threw it to Frank: "It contains the general situation, you take a look first. If there is no problem, we can start the preliminary preparations."
Frank took the phone, found an "Action Plan" file on the desktop, opened it and read it.
Luke was beside him unhurriedly. After finishing one burger, he picked up another one and ate five in one go before stopping.
Frank just finished browsing the file and looked up at him: "Are you sure we want to protect citizens in Manhattan, New York, and plan how to resist tens of thousands of enemies? They also have fighter jets with technology far superior to the F4, conservatively estimated to be more than 500, and Hmm, an unknown number of space carrier-type battleships?¡±
Luke nodded as usual: "That's right."
Frank was silent for a moment, but decided to ask more clearly: "What is an aerospace carrier? A kind of aircraft carrier?"
Luke nodded calmly again: "That's pretty much it. They can fly into the sky and release a lot of fighters and soldiers."
With Frank¡¯s calmness, he almost wants to hit someone now: ¡°Are you sure you¡¯re not talking about a science fiction movie? Where on earth did the space carrier come from!¡±
Even though the United States is known as the world's number one in scientific research strength, there is no news about this kind of equipment.
¡°Now it¡¯s nonsense to say that someone wants to use this kind of thing to attack Manhattan, and there are more than one ship.
Luke thought about it, then took out another cheeseburger and took a bite: "Well, SHIELD may have one."
"Uhwhat?" Frank looked shocked: "They still have such a thing?"
Luke: "Maybe, at least it's technically possible."
Frank said no more, his eyes flickered.
Luke didn¡¯t rush him and continued to eat his cheeseburger.
Even dear Uncle Frank needs time to accept such unbelievable things, otherwise he would not be a human being on Earth.
After a while, Frank stood up, walked to the refrigerator and came back with a bottle of mineral water, opened it and took a sip.
After a moment of silence, he asked: "Is that why you came to find me?"
Luke patted the hamburger residue on his hand and said, "Otherwise. Ordinary opponents don't need a superhero team to carry out this special operations mission."
Frank has also thought of this during this period of thinking.
"If he hadn't faced such a terrifying opponent, how could Batman be willing to be a soldier and let him command him.
You know, he and Batman don't know each other at all.
If it is not absolutely necessary, how could the other party give his life to a stranger.
As for why we are looking for him, the reason is very simple.
The opponent needs a commander who can find the enemy's loopholes and turn defeat into victory in one fell swoop.
He needs to lead a team of superheroes in an operation similar to decapitation tactics.
" Otherwise, even if there are more than a dozen superheroes at his command, it is impossible to fight against tens of thousands of opponents who have complete air superiority and win.
Once exposed, the opponent can reduce them to scum with just a little mobilization of troops and firepower, and any superheroes will be useless.
¡°Special operations is not a magical weapon. On the contrary, it is always a huge adventure.
One small mistake and all combatants will be wiped out.
Not to mention that the opponent is not a weakling, but an army with super technology, which will only further reduce the team's chance of survival.
He thought and looked at Luke: "Specific informationWoolen cloth? The distribution of weapons and personnel on the other side, I need these things. "
Luke finally showed a wry smile and spread his hands: "That's the problem."
Frank felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart: "What do you mean?"
Luke: "The information I gave you is probably all the other party's information. If you have to add a little explanation, you can understand them asan alien fleet."
Frank¡¯s eyes widened: ¡°What?¡±
He didn¡¯t expect to get such a nonsense answer.
Luke affirmed again: "Yes, they are an alien fleet capable of space navigation, and they are by no means new recruits."
"Fuck Faco!" Frank finally uttered this vulgar remark.
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Not long after, Luke took Frank out of this temporary safe house and headed to the real combat center.
This operations center is located in the suburb of North Bergen, New Jersey, where Ileana College is located.
¡°However, the distance between the two is quite far to the east and west, and the combat center is closer to Manhattan.
Luke started building this place months ago.
It was originally a machinery processing factory. After it was acquired by Luke as the new owner, it was under construction for a month.
But before it reopened, it was announced that the capital chain was broken and construction could not continue for the time being.
After taking in a large amount of machinery and raw materials, this factory entered a state of shutdown and production.
However, the new boss did not declare bankruptcy, so even though the factory was not under construction, it still had very professional security guards.
For Mr. Riddle, a person in charge who occasionally comes in and out here, these security guards are still very familiar.
Today, Mr. Riddle brought a new face, Mr. Hammer-Smith, and told security that this was the new factory supervisor who was responsible for maintaining everything here.
In other words, this Mr. "hammersmith" is the immediate boss of the four security guards.
Looking at the new boss with a poker face, who just nodded slightly, turned around and walked away, the four security guards had a bad feeling: Mr. Blacksmith looked like he was not easy to get along with.
Fortunately, Mr. Riddle was always so considerate and held the team leader of the security guards to explain a few words.
The general idea is that Mr. Smith is just a bit old-fashioned. As long as they follow orders in all their actions, there will be no problem.
A security employment contract will last at least one year and may even be exchanged for a long-term contract of three to five years if performance is good.
The security guards were relieved a little.
"Compared to the panic-stricken New York, life here in North Bergen is a bit boring, but life is still very comfortable, and the salary of a security guard is also very good.
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