Marvel’s Princess Chapter 387: Assault on District 7

"Asshole! Funding needs to be cut! Do they have all this **** in their heads?" Seymour Simmons, the agent chief and an agent supervisor in District 7, threw away the phone angrily.

The spirit of a national game of chess does not exist in the United States. Everyone wants to get more benefits, and no one wants to suffer a loss.

Some people get more allocations, and naturally some people get less allocations, and vice versa.

The Seventh District is indeed secretive, but they still live on earth. Agents have wives and children. If they can't live by drinking the northwest wind, then they need money. In a place like Hoover Dam where birds can't **** and chickens can't lay eggs. The job and salary must be one level higher than those of soldiers of the same level, otherwise no one would come.

The White House is preparing to cut more than 50% of District 7's budget and invest the money in other departments. This makes District 7, including elite agents like Seymour Simmons, very angry.

Seymour Simmons cursed at Megatron, NBE-1 as he called him, for ten minutes.

After scolding, work still needs to be done. A lot of the ice on Megatron's surface was shaken off by the earthquake, and a lot of staff are now reinforcing it.

There is a lot of external pressure in District 7. In order to show that they are not just getting paid but not working, they have brought all kinds of information about aliens to their side. In just over ten days, they , more than thirty agents and soldiers died.

"Sir, someone discovered a new alien spacecraft in Arizona!" An agent reported to him. There have been similar reports recently. Some of them are true, and some of them are American idiots who drank too much and went blind. boast.

But regardless of whether it is nonsense or not, District 7 has to go to the 7th District to verify it. Your superiors already dislike you, but you are still lazy and stay at home? Do you still want to do it?

At least you must have a correct attitude so that your superiors cannot find fault.

Seymour Simmons took the report and looked at it twice. Five minutes later, he led the team to Arizona.

Ten minutes later, another team of agents left the base. They were going to Utah. Some people said that they saw more than a dozen surviving aliens there. They said they had noses and eyes, and even the appearance and weapons of the aliens were described. It's very detailed. District 7 must investigate the matter clearly.

In just half a day, three groups of elite agents left the base. At this time, the total number of agents and soldiers left behind was less than a hundred.

The soldiers on guard were a little distracted. The news that District 7 was about to be abolished made everyone here a little panicked.

No one lives in a vacuum, no money? Who would work here without money?

"What are your plans next?" Several familiar soldiers asked each other.

"Maybe go to Pennsylvania. I heard that a weapons manufacturing company there called Mars Industries is recruiting soldiers."

My companion had a different opinion: "I heard that that company has a criminal background. You should go with me to the Continental Hotel in New York. The pay there is very high."

"The background of that hotel is also very complicated. Can ordinary people be able to open a hotel in New York? Alas...Nowhere is as stable as the 7th District. Be careful! Enemy attack!!!" The soldier standing guard suddenly found a white light shining on his side, which seemed to be the lens of a scope. He was shocked and quickly pulled his companion down. The next moment, a bullet hit the position where he was standing before.

The foreheads of the two men were covered with sweat. They lay on the ground and took a closer look. They saw many dark figures coming from a distance. Those people were carrying guns, but they moved very carefully, and did not immediately mobilize the entire army. Press on.

The soldier who responded quickly at first sounded the alarm, and the piercing buzzer kept ringing in the military base below the Hoover Dam.

Many soldiers and agents heard the alarm and put down their work. They were well-trained. A group of people set up their weapons in an orderly manner and prepared to meet the enemy. Seeing that the enemies were densely packed, the base supervisor immediately ordered Staff and scientists retreated through another passage.

We have to withdraw. Scientists and workers will not participate in the fighting. The employment contract stipulates that in the event of fighting, priority must be given to ensuring their safety.

"Visually estimate that there are more than 200 enemies!"

"The opponent's weapons are very advanced! There are armed helicopters! I also saw Russian MiG fighters!"

"Quick! Call your superiors for help!"

"Aren't you awake? We don't have superiors!"

A group of people entered the defense facilities very quickly, obviously they had practiced a lot.

Practice and actual combat are two different things.

Seeing that a real battle is about to take place, a group of people are extremely scared, especially when they think that there are many enemies and few of them.

Many people have the image of the 7th District being abolished in their minds. The morale of the soldiers has dropped significantly. It's okay to survive. But if they die and the department is abolished again, they will lose their pension. Neither will happen. Thinking of this problem, who is willing to fight to the death!

The soldiers in District 7 were nervous.

Fortunately, the opponent didn't know why and didn't attack immediately after their whereabouts were exposed.

"This is a group of very well-organized enemies. The previous accidental exposure disrupted their entire deployment! Don't panic, everyone! Agent Simmons has already rushed back! Reinforcements from the Department of Defense are coming soon, we only need to delay Just a little time! ”

"Remember my words! If the enemy does not attack, we will never open fire first! Hold on to me!" The chief agent in the base looked confident and kept encouraging his men.

The agent chief looked at the soldiers and crab generals at his disposal, and he was full of anxiety. The elites had all gone out to perform tasks. Now the troops in the base were seriously insufficient, and he hoped in his heart that the other party would not attack.

Natasha, who was lying on the treetop, wearing an invisibility cloak and holding a sniper rifle, had similar thoughts to him.

Natasha doesn’t know 006, but her mentality at this time is similar to that of 006 on Clone Island. It’s so exciting to play like this!

Except for herself and the Autobot named Jazz, everyone else here is fake! They are all scenes created with computer special effects.

Quentin Baker took several big orders from Bella. Before, he switched from guns to guns and opened a special effects company of his own. Unfortunately, he was similar to Mustache Max. An earthquake destroyed his company. Directly bankrupt, and now downgraded from boss to wage earner, Bella asked him to design a surprise attack scenario, and he went ahead without asking.

This man is indeed a genius, and the special effects he created are extremely realistic. From Natasha's perspective, there is a large group of people around her.

There is Quentin Baker's computer special effects as the basis, Bella's illusion magic as the cover, and the Autobots' technology as the supplement. When the abilities of several parties are superimposed together, it becomes an extremely real scene.