"Targeted!"

"Start charging!"

The impulse acceleration running gun mounted on the left arm of the Mark 100 glows with electric light, which is the light heat emitted by the plasma projectile when it is accelerated by the force field.

When the acceleration is completed, the first projectile is pushed out by the stand, the muzzle of the gun flashes blue, and then the accelerated projectile flies out at a speed that is not visible to the naked eye, the first barrel rotates and begins to dissipate heat, the second projectile is loaded and fired, the four barrels rotate, and in the dust raised by the wind, Fisher puts on the eyepiece and accesses the video signal of the high-altitude camera.

The picture from the high-power telephoto stabilization lens makes people can't help but shout.

The small hill selected as the target is not too high, only a few tens of meters, and the material is also a stone mountain, this kind of mountain is very common in the Atlas test ground, usually everyone will use it as a target if there is nothing to do, but whether it is a railgun or a long-range missile, it is difficult to directly erase everything in the stone mountain, kinetic energy cannonballs can blow the mountain to pieces, but the splashed debris will still be scattered all over the land, the missile can melt through the mountain, but it will still leave a place of wreckage, but with the bombardment of the pulse accelerator gun, But the hill began to disappear.

The continuous falling isometric projectiles broke open, vaporizing everything around them, at first only a large area of cavities appeared, and as the projectiles continued to fall, the entire stone hill disappeared as if it had been bitten, and when the accelerator gun stopped firing due to overheating, the hill that was still very abrupt was gone, leaving only the potholed surface.

"Wow, well done!"

After the artillery fire stopped, Fisher gave Stark a round of applause.

"Do you want another round?" Stark only felt in a comfortable mood at the moment, the whole person was as cold as drinking ice and happiness, his heart was flying, he was not in a hurry, his smile was gone, and his tone of speech was not so rushed.

"I've already brought a spare barrel, but I'll try it this time, right?"

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Men are teenagers until death, because at any time, the things they like are the same, whether it is guns or mechas, or ships, when the elite cadets sent by S.H.I.E.L.D., or the Snake Shield Bureau really enter the Atlas frigate Swordfish, they understand the true pursuit of their lives.

It's not for some false slogans to do any hypocritical subversion, nor is it to stay in the gloomy office all day long in a layer of disguise, what they want is to have a hearty battle and truly find themselves in blood and thunder.

Just like Grant Ward, his loyalty to Hydra is only due to the fact that his adoptive father Garrett is also a senior cadre of Hydra, but he himself doesn't like Hydra much, nor does he hate it much, and when he was stuffed into the list of trainers by his adoptive father, he was quite reluctant to Coulson's team, but when he learned that he was going to be recommended as a reserve talent, Coulson still stuffed him into the list, in his opinion, this young man should learn more new things.

And because of his identity as the second generation of snakes, in the S.H.I.E.L.D. team, which accounts for three-quarters of the undercover agents, Agent Ward was quickly promoted to captain.

"Hoo ............"

Ward, who was leaning in front of the blast window, sighed at the glass, then wiped the glass with his sleeve to make sure it was spotless before he carefully pressed his face against the glass and looked out carefully.

The plasma flames from the thrusters were faintly visible, and in the dark distance of the universe, there was a small bright point of light, and Ward thought it was some kind of spaceship or mechanical creation at first, but it wasn't until the Atlas instructor who led them to explain that it was actually the moon.

"When we can have our own ship in space!"

An excited male voice rang in Ward's ears, and he turned his head to realize that the guy who said this was also a Hydra agent, but the department he was serving in was S.H.I.E.L.D. operations.

"You can pull it down, you might as well pray that one day Atlas will decommission the ship they don't want and dispose of it to us!" The companion on the side unceremoniously poured cold water on the other party, and Ward also knew him, one of the operators of the Insight Mothership, and one of the first Hydras to serve on the S.H.I.E.L.D. space carrier.

"How can you grow the morale of others and destroy your own prestige, what about our own ship, isn't it just a little brittle, a little lower, and a little less firepower, you can make up for it!"

"You know a fart, you don't feel anything wrong right now?" The companion said with a snake shield face that he was about to die, and hated that iron could not be made of steel.

"What's wrong, I feel good, look!" The little brother of the special combat team also jumped twice, showing his flexible hands and feet.

"We're in space, and we're out of the planet's gravitational range, but you're still not floating, and you haven't noticed the problem?"

"Oh, yes!" The unresponsive guy finally found the crux of the problem.

Grant Ward also realized what he had left behind, although he was not an astronaut expert, but he also knew what it should be like in a weightless environment.

"Artificial gravity, and artificial gravity that is not obtained through centrifugal rotation, will never catch up with Atlas on that basis!"

"Alas, if only Atlas were one of us!" As soon as the little brother of the special combat team who understood the gap was there, it resonated with everyone in the entire room, anyway, everyone is a hydra, and there is nothing to hide.

"Yes, I used to think that Atlas just took off by some kind of luck, but now their various training facilities alone have opened my eyes, it's a pity!" Some people also sighed.

"What joined us, people are strong, there are a lot of battleships and space stations, and we are almost the same as Atlas! Look at the equipment of other people's infantry, it will cover our salary for a year! Another Hydra undetermined person who took Fisher's five cents sponsored came out, and no one objected to his words, and many even nodded as a matter of course.

"It's impossible to join Atlas, let's talk about it here, don't talk about it when you go back! And before joining Atlas, let's take a look at you, you are not even qualified to enter Cerberus, and you still want to enter Atlas! ”

"Alas! Atlas is also a system, people have their own system, why is Cerberus so strict with our own people! ”

"Do you think that's something that can be added by any cat or dog? I heard my uncle say that after joining Cerberus, he will be injected with a nano drug, and after that thing is beaten, he will not have to worry about getting sick for the rest of his life, and it can also be anti-aging, so everyone wants the bigwigs of various departments and those elite cadres! ”

"Alas, it's a technology product that we can't enjoy!"

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"You say, if we make that Lord of Atlas our leader, will we be able to soar into the sky!"

"Yes, yes! That's a good idea! ”

Seeing that the topic changed from discussing spaceship facilities to a rebellious topic such as his subordinates' plans to change their bosses, Grant quickly interrupted the discussion of these people, he was afraid that if the conversation continued, someone would really rush to give a peanut to the higher-ups.

As for Ward's own ideas, it is natural to be able to add Cerberus, this was born out of Hydra but an independent association not long ago, it was made by some scientists overseas of Hydra, it is said that it was originally to create super soldiers, but then it became a new human project, it sounds very high-end, but unfortunately these guys who work in S.H.I.E.L.D. do not meet the conditions for joining at all.

"Or is it nice to change the boss?