Early in the morning, on the shores of the Aegean Sea.

Once a tourist destination, it was one of the main sources of income for Turkey's tourism industry, but something happened a few years ago that brought the historic ruins that have been rebuilt countless times for tourism into the eyes of the Interstellar Judicial Police Station. It was a narrow bay, with thousands of cliffs on both sides, and rare seabirds suddenly rose somewhere like a gust of wind, and suddenly dragged a long sharp song from afar. The slightly fishy sea breeze blows from the west, and when the sea breeze sweeps across the bay, it seems that a huge sail dances in the wind, and the high-speed rotating black fan blades drive the huge motor embedded in the mountain, which makes the power supply system on the cliff face the sea breeze to full load and generate electricity. The wind farm would have provided free power to a large area around it, but now it powers the Interstellar Judicial Police Station and their destructive weapons and fearsome fleet. Tourists, as well as nearby residents, were driven away by the local government under the manipulation of the police station so that the police could handle their business.

Never before has Peter Chang been on a police station with such a large array on any other planet: thousands of combat robots lined up on the reef on the other side of the ruins, aircraft hovering high in the air twenty-four hours a day, and the central aircraft of the police station, the "fin", hovering the shore like a huge and friendless steel monster, surrounding a large number of Earth police helicopter groups. The radar covering the ruined ruins and the twenty kilometers around it is a veritable net.

Peter stood on the high platform of the aircraft, crossing the calm horizon and looking out at the looming sandbar and the old lighthouse that had been abandoned for a long time. But what caught his eye the most was the much older smoky ruins on the other side of the bay. The ruins hung high above a hundred-foot cliff like a towering castle, and the huge black-brown wooden horse made of resin loomed beside it. For hundreds of years, the place has been bustling, but the ruins are empty at the moment, as if the previous prosperity was just a passerby. The monsoon winds on the Aegean Sea blow like old friends who come to visit on time to blow the fortress made by the descendants of those who came before them, and at the same time soothe the castle with the scorching sun that has been scorching for hundreds of years. As the old saying goes, whatever the purpose for which this ruin was erected to pass off as a ruin, it is now a real ruin.

Next to him was the director of the Star District, a tough-nosed Curt starman, the Furnace.

The image of the Curt Man represents the most bizarre fantasy of the alien image of mankind in the centuries before that. They can't tolerate the redundant gases of the universe, and because of the extreme degradation of their bodies, they immerse themselves in a nutrient solution, which they use to manipulate the huge machines on which they operate. The average machine is about two meters high, and sometimes it is equipped with various special features - at least, this one in the furnace is no less than a small tank. At this moment, the huge head of the furnace, soaked in a blue-green liquid, was facing the direction of Troy City.

He couldn't see anything. Peter thought, he couldn't stand his helplessness.

His boss never seemed to be in a mood swing, and he had been mechanically giving orders since Peter knew him, and they sailed from the Red Harbor Station on the outskirts of the galaxy to Earth at a speed of six astronomical units a day, and the crucible never rested. In addition to the scientific romance of the magnetic spinner arm cutting through the waves of stardust, Peter's only journey during his career at the Judiciary also reveals that the Curts are workaholics.

In addition, the furnace was very old, and according to another relatively cheerful Curt and Peter's colleague Thunderhammer, the furnace was already the director of the department when he was born, and Thunderhammer had now spent one hundred and seventy years.

"What does the air smell like?" As the furnace spoke, the machines hummed, as if asking questions to the few police officers standing around, as if they were talking to themselves.

The Furnace didn't look at Peter Chang, but Peter looked around and saw that all but himself were Curts who were sealed in one of those glass jars like furnaces. "Sweet." He replied.

"It's pretty sweet." The Crucible commented, "Although I haven't tasted it, I want the earth air to match the beautiful scenery must be sweet." ”

Peter smiled. Earth is not his home planet, but he is still sincerely proud to hear such praise from a cold-blooded and harsh alien.

"Zhang, come down with me and have a look." The furnace said, and the floor trembled slightly as the mech moved. They walked down the elevator in the sunlight, hundreds of Curt mechs of all shapes and sizes busily busied around them, and Peter, accustomed to the indifference of the race, gave up the habit of greeting people early on, which is said to be rude in some Curt tribes.

"The locals are disgusted with us doing this, right?" The Crucible asked, "Schulburnis told me that earthlings, like us, have a lot of affection for their homeland. ”

Peter was silent. He wondered if the Crucible really had feelings.

"Believe it or not. Although my homeland is barren and harsh, in the eyes of my people, the boulders raised from the abyss and the sea are as lovely as the sun of your forests. ”

"At least I know that there is a sea on your planet."

The Crucible didn't say anything more. Peter looked up at the lethargic-looking head in the mech's core solution, and felt that the furnace was trying to say something to him.

The hills along the coast are green and grassy, and the sea breeze is pleasant on your face. Peter was born in a small town in the countryside of Morbay, Osing, where the sea breeze kills. The earth seemed to shelter humanity with some kind heart, and Peter arrived a week before the police force, and what he saw and heard along the shores of the Dardanelles made him deeply feel the simplicity of the earthlings. The greenery of Moorbay can sometimes be sky-high, and the cost of maintaining them is prohibitive, but there is green everywhere, and Peter does not know the gorgeous flowers and trees, but he can see that the pure land is full of good people.

As they crossed the wooden trestle, the forge's mechs stretched out their slender legs and waded across the stream below the bridge, and the two of them looked at the delicate castle from a distance of less than five hundred meters, and Peter became aware of the danger hidden beneath the moss of the ancient stones, and became alert.

"You haven't answered my question yet." As if suddenly remembered, the furnace asked, "Will the locals be disgusted that we drove them away?" ”

"Not many of these people are residents, and most of them are tourists." Peter replied, "But my lord, why is there such a great segregation? ”

"You don't think it's necessary?" The mechanical hand lifted up next to him, and its rough and terrifying fingers pointed at the stone buildings that looked unthreatening: "Tell me, Zhang, do you believe in strange powers?" ”

"I don't know." Peter replied cautiously.

"There's one hidden in one of these stones. It is better to say that in these stones, the king of the universe is hidden. ”

Peter was shocked. He didn't know how to deal with his boss's words. The iron law of the Interstellar Judicial Police Department is to be silent, ask less and read more, and at this moment a large number of questions came to his mind, and he did not know how to answer.

"There is a race in the depths of the universe hundreds of light-years away, a distant relative of humanity...... However, the power they rely on is not technology, but magic, real magic, the magic that travels through the ages, turning life and death upside down. They can travel from one end of the universe to the other in an instant, they can control the passage of time as they please, and even with the flick of a finger, our cannons will be in vain. Don't doubt it, Zhang, I've lived so long to see this kind of thing. Peter didn't know if the hard-hearted Curt didn't understand what "fear" was, but the cold-blooded bravery of the Crucible magically dispelled the fear in his own heart.

"If that's what you say, why didn't he kill us?"

"yes." Even with the sound of the machine, the furnace could still be heard sighing, "Why? ”

The early morning wind stirred the dwarf shrubs and grass on the riverbank, and the sound of waves crashing on the shore could be heard in the distance. In the soft morning light, something seemed to distort the light, like a thin layer of glass, blurring the outlines of the broken walls.

"You found out too, didn't you?" The Crucible asked.

"What's that?"

"It's a radar-like thing. You can attack it and try it, but don't get close. ”

Peter raised his gun, thought for a moment and felt that it was inappropriate, so he put it down again.

A slender cannon barrel was thrown over the right shoulder of the Furnace Mech, and a missile whizzed out.

Peter waited to see the tower shattered, but nothing happened: the missile evaporated the moment it touched the transparent protective layer. The seemingly crystal clear arc-shaped film has not been deformed or torn, and the strongest weapons of the alien forces are completely useless against it. Peter broke out in a cold sweat. Not so long ago, he was still a pity that he couldn't eat the bright food of Turkey!

"Look, Zhang." The Crucible seemed a little sad and said, "The universe is so big, but I've seen this thing four times, and each time it causes a deep disaster." I even fear that the quarantine is not large enough to protect those residents. ”

Do innocent people pay for sin? Peter suddenly remembered the look on the face of the hostess of the seaside inn when she learned that she was about to be evacuated, and she didn't seem to understand what danger was, but just kept talking about school, house, and insurance. Peter, who was in charge of carrying out the order at the time, also disliked the order itself, and now he understood that he did not understand not only what danger was, but also what power was.

"It's amazing."

Startled, Peter drew his gun and took aim, only to find a man standing up from a nearby depression.

"Pulling out a gun at every turn doesn't reflect the strong mentality of the interstellar police." The man picked up a clump of olive leaves and swept the dust off his body. Peter felt that his black uniform and badge were familiar.

"The Morbai Garrison." The sound of the furnace humming was heard, and the robot was raised in the air, clenching its fist above the mech and saluting the interstellar police.

The man returned the salute and extended his hand to them in a friendly manner: "In Lower Aglian, Moorbai Guard." ”

"Peter Chang." Peter said, wondering why he was in this place, "This Curt is—"

"Director of the Star Sector, Cold-Blooded Furnace." "I've heard your legends. ”

"I'm honored." The Crucible said, not surprisingly, didn't hear the irony in the title.

The star strode towards them. Peter was alarmed, after all, the Avengers were not disciplined citizens in the eyes of the police department.

"Calm down, brother draw a gun." Aglian raised his hands, "I am only one person, as an emissary of the Avengers and the President of the Heavenly Wheel. ”

The furnace didn't move, and it didn't speak. It seems to be thinking about the connection between the Avengers and this crisis.

"My mission is to facilitate a collaboration between the police department and the group."

Peter shouted, "The police department won't cooperate with the chaebol—" but the furnace held up an iron hand, "Please go on." ”

"The Director of the Star Sector has arbitrary power not inferior to that of any dictator, and your presence here shows that you are personally interested in the proposal of the President of the Heavenly Wheel."

It dawned on Peter. The Furnace Master is here for the appointment.

"Sith Optimus is a fugitive from a felony and an enemy of mine. If the Trojans did resurrect the Sith, I'd like to trust the President of the Celestial Wheel and the Avengers to settle the matter in their own way. ”

"Presumably this Peter Chang is your representative."

"Zhang, you need to go with this officer, we need to support the next operation of the Avengers." Then the Forge turned to Agrian: "You can take him for me in this operation. ”

Peter was moved. Although he doesn't understand what the heinous Sith Dynastic has to do with it, like most Judicial Police agents, he has developed a habit of not asking questions. In the police station, the chief's orders are the law.

The three of them stood on a hill and looked at the armored cluster of the Interstellar Justice Police Station on the opposite bank. The Mediterranean coast is so picturesque that even the heavily armored mechs and the Curts' somewhat steampunk-inspired weapons don't seem so cruel and ruthless.

"You're going to attack from the sea?" Aglian asked.

The Crucible didn't answer, but turned to Peter, "Let's go home and see, Zhang." Don't forget to use your watch. ”

Aglian quietly followed Peter to his cabin. "It seems that they didn't think much about human habitation." He commented, "Or is it that the Interstellar Judicial Police Department, like some officers, thinks that excessive comfort can make people lose their will? ”

"Perhaps." Peter didn't even look up, he was looking for a pair of warmer socks, the weather in Moorbay wasn't as friendly as it was here.

"Have you ever seen a flying saucer?" Aglian didn't seem to feel superfluous, and went on to strike up with Peter.

"I haven't seen it."

Aglian let out a mocking "shout" to show that he had made enough attempts. However, at this time, Peter carefully rolled the three pairs of socks into the miniature roll washing machine that came with the suitcase, and closed the lid with a "snap".

"I know they say Curt has flying saucers, but everything I see flying is in the shape of these flying planes, which they built at transit bases in the solar system."

"Oh my God, is that an iron plate?" Aglian exclaimed, "What exactly did they use to make these heavy guys fly?" ”

"I don't know...... Magnetic, right? Peter said as he straightened his collar, removed the monitoring ring from his neck, and snapped it to the ceiling above his head as proof that his ceiling was already covered with all sorts of debris.

"That's cool."

Peter tightened his tie and looked at his watch. "Twelve minutes left."

"Still have time for a cigarette?" Aglian conjecture.

"Please. Or you can simply talk to me about something you don't want to tell me. ”

"I'm so embarrassed." However, Aglian didn't seem to be embarrassed in the slightest, "If you understand, the reason I don't want to say it is actually because of secrecy or contempt for you or anything - I don't know the style of the Curts, but that news actually sounds like I'm a very inexplicable person, so-"

"If you don't say it, forget it." Peter said in a bad mood, and half of his body stood up again.

"You'll know, I promise, when we can confirm."

Peter understood that even if Aglian kept silent, he would have no reason to keep asking. This Morbai policeman has carried forward the gentle gentlemanly style of the European star to the extreme.

"How long have you been here?" Peter asked.

"I was sent to Earth a year ago. It was about 100 days of flying. ”

"Didn't the president of the Heavenly Wheel mention how we should go back?"

"Nope. But as our subordinates, we should speculate on the boss's mind, and perhaps the police station provides us with a faster way to travel. ”

"You're a flatter. Not only ask for our help, but also ask us to help you. Sith Optimus? Peter remembered the Crucible's horror at the unknowable forces outside the city, "The Crucible has seen strange things in the universe, so it's easy to be scared by alarmism. But personally, I'd rather believe that the Sith will have eternal life than the resurrection. ”

Aglian didn't speak. Peter keenly sensed that he had doubts about the matter itself.

"Officer Zhang, I beg you to use the police station's transportation to take us back to Eurostar, I know that Lord Crucible didn't order you, but don't you want to save some time?"

Peter wanted to make the Moorbai policeman feel embarrassed for a while, but it didn't make sense. "Actually, Lord Forge gave me orders."

"Before we meet?" Aglian wasn't surprised.

"He said, 'Don't forget to use your watch.'" Peter took off his plain black watch, positioned it, pressed a button, and threw it quickly towards the shore.

The watch fell into the sea and unfolded in Agrian's astonished eyes, projecting a strange piece of metal covered with spikes and shaped like a mine, and an incredible wave of heat rushed into his face, and the surrounding waters seemed to be on fire. The two couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"This is the police station's ship?" Aglian was skeptical, "It can't be a projection, right?" ”

"It's true. But I don't recommend touching it, it's called a 'actinium', and it unfolds out of the curled dimension of the watch, and it needs to release some energy. ”

"Wow oh my God." "How many hundred degrees does this have to be?" The sea seems to be boiling. ”

"Fourteen hundred degrees. These guys had seafood to eat in the evening. Peter waved to his fellow human beings at the Interstellar Justice Police Station cheering in the distance. Its shape is not aerodynamic, it is all about easy folding. ”

"How long does it take for this to get to Eurostar?"

"We are fortunate that the Earth and Saturn are currently on the same side, and it will take seven days to take a starter ship."

"Oh my God."

Peter wondered what Aglian was thinking at the moment: the Avengers were ambitious and had always rejected any form of Curt interference, perhaps in essence due to a lack of reverence for extraterrestrial technology. It is not a good thing to let the guards intuitively feel the gap in technology.

The ground began to tremble again. Peter turned his head to find his colleague Thunderhammer walking along the coast.

"I see steam." The more lively Curt said in the same dull voice, "Are you leaving?" ”

"yes, a small task."

The little man in the mecha knocked on the glass and stretched out his hand to him: "Do you want to say goodbye to everyone?" ”

"I don't have to." Peter said lightly, putting his hand on the outside of the core of the hammer, "No one seems to want to do this except you." And I'm probably going to make a trip for nothing – I'll be back soon, anyway. ”

The tide rolled, and the waves crashed against Thunderhammer's mech and Peter's boots.