The images and data transmitted by Cecil poured over Mark's heart like ice water.
The holographic screen clearly displayed surveillance footage from multiple angles, as well as simulated portraits drawn based on survivor descriptions.
The perpetrators in the footage, without exception, all had faces identical to Mark Grayson!
But the details revealed a chilling strangeness.
Some Marks wore elaborate, retro battle suits never seen before, with a cynical, evil smirk on their faces.
Others were clad in tattered, blood-stained rags, their eyes wild and bloodthirsty.
Some had wild, untamed hairstyles, while others were gloomy and indifferent…
Even their methods of using abilities and fighting styles seemed different from Mark's pure sense of power, appearing more flashy and cruel.
The survivors' descriptions were even more varied: some said that Mark was arrogant and enjoyed tormenting the weak, some said he was taciturn and killed with the indifference of crushing ants, and others said he laughed maniacally while destroying things, as if performing some kind of performance art…
"We preliminarily judge that this is very likely a highly skilled imitation or shapeshifting ability, intended to frame you and create chaos."
Cecil's tone was heavy.
"Most of the public, based on your past actions, do not believe it was you, but panic is spreading, and a small number of organizations and media with ulterior motives are taking the opportunity to spread theories about the threat of super-powered individuals, inciting conflict."
He paused, then added the most troublesome point.
"Furthermore, these imposters are very strong and incredibly cunning in their actions; after each crime, they are able to quickly shake off our pursuit and disappear without a trace."
"We used all surveillance and tracking methods, but found nothing, which is why we had no choice but to ask for your help."
Mark's brows were tightly furrowed.
The first thought that came to his mind was the Multiverse!
His experiences in the Main Universe proved that parallel universes exist, and there could be countless Mark Graysons.
But why would those Marks from other universes suddenly appear here?
And how did they get here?
Most importantly, was there a dark hand of the Great Old Ones behind this?
Did they possess some technology to manipulate or guide Multiverse existences?
Countless questions instantly flooded his mind.
"I immediately…"
Mark instinctively wanted to say he would return to Earth immediately, but he stopped mid-sentence.
He was quite far from Earth now; even at his top speed, it would take time to get back.
Moreover, the Alliance could not be left completely vulnerable.
He quickly made a decision.
"Cecil, Allen, Eve, you all stabilize the situation, appease the public, and continue the investigation, but prioritize the safety of personnel."
"I will immediately have White Lion lead a rapid response unit to Earth for garrison and patrol; he should be able to deal with those fakes!"
"Understood!"
Cecil and the others immediately responded.
In the video, Eve seemed to want to say something, but in the end, she only looked at Mark with concern and nodded.
The communication ended.
Mark immediately contacted White Lion, who was currently venting his excess energy in a gladiatorial arena on Lishi Star.
"What?! Some scumbags dare to impersonate you and cause trouble on Earth?!"
White Lion bristled upon hearing this, and a fierce glint instantly ignited in his crimson eyes.
"Leave it to me! I'm itching for a fight anyway; just watch me beat the crap out of them!"
Without any delay, White Lion immediately assembled a team of elite specialists from various races, most skilled in pursuit and encirclement, boarded a high-speed warship, and headed straight for Earth with murderous intent.
Watching White Lion's fleet jump into hyperspace, Mark felt a little relieved.
With White Lion's strength and experience, dealing with those fakes should not be a problem.
What he needed to consider now was the true source of all this.
However, just as Mark thought the crisis on Earth had been temporarily alleviated and was about to discuss the next plan with Ruijia.
A piercing, highest-level alarm from the Alliance Headquarters itself suddenly blared wildly through his communicator!
"Emergency report! Sir Mark! Leader Ruijia!"
The terrified voice of the headquarters dispatcher came through the communicator.
"I… we detected your life signal appearing in the outer orbit of the headquarters, but… but the system shows you are clearly still outside the territory… this…"
Mark and Ruijia exchanged glances, and an extremely ominous premonition simultaneously rose in their hearts!
Mark immediately tried to remotely connect to the surveillance system in the outer orbit of the headquarters.
The screen connected.
On the outer orbit of Lishi Star, a Mark Grayson, dressed in a slightly flamboyant style, wearing black fingerless gloves, and with a carefully styled haircut, was leisurely hovering there, observing the Alliance Headquarters planet below with interest.
A small team responsible for routine patrol happened to pass nearby.
The team members had obviously detected this Mark via their scanners, and while they were somewhat puzzled by his unfamiliar attire and why he was alone here.
They still cautiously approached as per regulations and sent out a friendly inquiry signal via the public channel.
"Sir Mark, when did you return?"
"That new battle suit looks great, is it for a new mission?"
The Mark in orbit heard this, slowly turned his head, and looked at the patrol team.
A charming, evil smile, utterly unlike Mark's usual expression, appeared on his face.
"Mission? Of course…"
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly vanished!
The next instant, he had already appeared in front of the patrol team captain's warship, and in the moment before the captain could even react.
"Pfft!"
A fist encased in a black glove easily pierced through the warship's special alloy hull, like a red-hot iron rod through paper, precisely puncturing the captain's chest inside!
The captain's expression of shock and disbelief instantly froze, and the light in his eyes rapidly dimmed.
"The mission is… to clean up trash."
That Mark slowly withdrew his blood-soaked arm, licked the blood on his glove, and a look of intoxicated cruelty appeared on his face.
Silence!
Dead silence!
Everyone who witnessed this scene through surveillance was stunned.
"Enemy attack!!"
"He's not Sir Mark, open fire! Open fire!!"
The remaining patrol members finally reacted from their immense shock and fear; sharp alarm sounds and furious roars simultaneously exploded in the channel.
Countless energy beams instantly shot towards the imposter!
However, that Mark's figure weaved through the hail of gunfire like a ghost, moving so fast that he left trails of afterimages.
His attacks were cruel and efficient; every strike inevitably resulted in a warship being torn apart and exploding!
What was even more despairing was that.
Just as the headquarters' defense system was activated, and more guard fleets took off from the planetary base, attempting to encircle this terrifying invader.
Behind that evil Mark, space rippled like water!
One, two, three… a total of five Marks, dressed differently, with various temperaments, but all with faces identical to Mark, stepped out from the ripples with expressions of ferocity, indifference, or maniacal laughter!
Including the initial evil one, a total of six Mark Graysons from different universes, clearly none of them benevolent, descended above the Alliance Headquarters.
At this moment, the real Mark was light-years away, and the strongest combat force, White Lion Grom and his elites, had just been dispatched to Earth…
The Alliance Headquarters faced its most vulnerable and fatal moment since its establishment!
"The slaughter… has begun!"
That evil Mark sneered, transforming into a streak of crimson light, and was the first to charge towards the newly launched guard fleet.
The massacre instantly unfolded!
Six Marks, whose strength far exceeded conventional understanding, tore open huge gaps in the Alliance's defense system like tigers entering a flock of sheep.
Warship explosions, like brilliant and cruel fireworks, continuously bloomed in the orbit of Lishi Star!
Alarm sounds, explosions, screams… instantly dragged the once peaceful and harmonious Alliance Headquarters into the abyss of hell.
Mark watched this tragic scene through surveillance, his eyes instantly turning crimson, and boundless rage and killing intent almost burst through his chest.
"Luring the tiger away from its mountain… feigning a move to the east while attacking in the west… a brilliant scheme!!!"
He almost squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.
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