Chapter 1444 Uncle Frank: Maja Law Section

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The next day in New York was still gloomy, and there was still sporadic light rain in the sky.

Frank was hitting sandbags in the training room inside when the doorbell rang.

Going to open the door, puncher, still dressed in a gray-black hooded sweater, stood at the door, holding up the big kraft paper bag in his hand to signal: "Let's eat together?"

Frank turned sideways with a blank expression and let the door open: "I've eaten."

Luke walked into the door: "Do you need me to save some for you for lunch?"

Frank just shook his head, closed the door, and the two sat back on the living room sofa.

Luke took out a cheeseburger from the big paper bag and took a bite: "How's 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's a general situation, you can 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 looked at it.

Luke was beside him unhurriedly. After eating one hamburger, he picked up another one, and ate five in one go before stopping.

Frank just finished browsing the document and looked up at him: "Are you sure, we want to protect the citizens in Manhattan, New York, and plan how to resist tens of thousands of enemies. They also have fighter jets that are far more technologically advanced than F4, conservatively estimated to be more than 500, and ...Well, an unknown number of helicarrier-type warships?"

Luke nodded as usual: "That's right."

Frank was silent for a moment, but decided to ask more clearly: "What is an air carrier? An aircraft carrier?"

Luke nodded calmly again: "That's almost what it means, they can fly up into the sky and release a lot of fighter planes and soldiers."

With Frank's calmness, he now wants to hit someone: "Are you sure, you're not talking about a science fiction movie? Where on earth did you get an air carrier from!"

Even if the United States is known as the world's No. 1 scientific research strength, there is no news of such equipment.

Now say someone's going to attack Manhattan with this stuff,

There's more than one, which is bullshit.

After thinking about it, Luke took out another cheeseburger and took a bite: "Well, S.H.I.E.L.D. might have one."

"Uh... what?" Frank looked shocked. "They still have this kind of thing?"

Luke: "Maybe there is, at least it is technically possible."

Frank didn't say a word, his eyes flickered.

Luke didn't rush him, and continued to eat his own cheeseburger.

This kind of bizarre thing, even dear Uncle Frank needs time to accept, otherwise he will not be earthling.

After a while, Frank got up, walked over to the refrigerator, got a bottle of mineral water and came back, twisted it open and took a sip.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "That's why you're looking for me?"

Luke clapped the hamburger residue on his hand: "Otherwise. Ordinary opponents don't need a superhero team to perform this special operations mission."

Frank thought about this for a while.

If it wasn't for such a terrifying opponent, how could Batman be willing to be a soldier and let him command.

You know, he and Batman didn't know each other at all.

It's not absolutely necessary, how could the other party hand over his life to a stranger.

As for why he is 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 squad of superheroes in an operation akin to a decapitation tactic.

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 still have complete air dominance and win.

Once exposed, the opponent can mobilize a little strength and firepower, and they can be beaten into slag, and any superhero is useless.

Special operations is not an artifact, on the contrary it is always a huge adventure.

One small mistake, and the entire army will be wiped out.

Not to mention that the opponent is not a weak chicken, but an army with super technology, which will only further reduce the survival probability of the team.

He thought about it and looked at Luke: "What about the specific information? The distribution of the other party's weapons personnel, I need these things."

Luke finally showed a wry smile and spread his hands: "This is the problem."

Frank felt a bad feeling in his heart: "What do you mean?"

Luke: "These are probably all the information I gave you. If you have to add a little explanation, you can understand them as... an 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 definitely not recruits."

"Maja Falco!" Frank finally spit out these vulgar words.

...

It didn't take long for Luke to leave the temporary safe house with Frank and head to the real combat center.

The operations center is located on the outskirts of North Bergen, New Jersey, where Elena College is located.

However, the two are quite far apart from east to west, and the operations center is closer to Manhattan.

Luke started building this place a few months ago.

It was originally a machining factory. After it was acquired by Luke with the vest ID as the new owner, it once started construction for a month.

But before it reopened, it was announced that the capital chain had broken, and construction could not continue for the time being.

After eating a large amount of machinery and raw materials, the factory entered a state of shutdown and production.

However, the new boss did not declare bankruptcy, so even though the factory did not start construction, there were very professional security guards.

Those security guards were familiar to Mr. Riedel, a person in charge who came in and out occasionally.

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.

That is to say, this Mr. "hammersmith" is the immediate boss of the four security guards.

Looking at the poker face, the new boss who just nodded slightly, turned and walked away, the four security guards all had a bad premonition: This Mr. Blacksmith looks like it's not easy to get along with.

Fortunately, Mr. Riddle was always so understanding, and the team leader who held the security guards explained a few words.

The general idea is that Mr. Smith is just a bit old-fashioned, as long as they follow orders in all actions, it will be fine.

Security employment contracts last at least one year, and may even be exchanged for long-term contracts of three to five years if they perform well.

The security guards were a little relieved.

Compared with New York, where people are panicking, apart from being a little boring, life in North Bergen is still very comfortable, and the salary of security is also very good.

And if you lose this job, only God knows if there will be such a good treatment next time.