Immediately after formally establishing SU-IELD, Su Mu commanded Agent Maria Hill to mobilize the absolute totality of the agency's vast intelligence network and global surveillance resources. Her single objective: locate the exact coordinates of every military general involved in authorizing the nuclear strike against him.
Su Mu was absolutely not the forgiving type. The idea of letting someone launch a tactical nuke at his head and walk away unpunished was fundamentally opposed to his nature.
The only reason he had spared those generals back at the White House was simply because he didn't know where they were hiding. The cowardly President had been entirely useless in providing actual coordinates, having genuinely lost contact with the military high command.
But now? With the omniscient intelligence apparatus of SHIELD—now operating with absolute, fanatic loyalty under SU-IELD—tracking down a few hiding generals was an absolute breeze!
A few hours later, Agent Hill handed Su Mu a high-end tablet. The encrypted global map on the screen was dotted with several blinking red markers.
These were the current, real-time black-site coordinates of the masterminds behind the Annihilation Protocol.
Staring at the glowing red dots, a brilliant, deeply sadistic smile spread across Su Mu's face.
It's time to start delivering the return gifts!
...
Meanwhile, deep inside a highly classified, subterranean military bunker...
General Gordon, the commanding officer of the facility, was actively participating in an encrypted, high-level video conference with the other generals.
This was the military's third emergency summit regarding the White Demon!
Historically, military summits of this classification level were exclusively convened to discuss geopolitical crises, nuclear disarmament treaties, or imminent global wars. A summit dedicated to neutralizing a single individual was completely unprecedented in the history of the United States.
Even more horrifying was the fact that every single absolute, foolproof operation they had launched against the White Demon had catastrophically failed. They hadn't managed to inflict a single scratch on him!
Since the end of the Second World War, the American military machine had never suffered a defeat this absolute and humiliating!
During the conference, the highest-ranking five-star general turned his attention to the lowest-ranking officer in the call: Colonel William Stryker.
"Colonel Stryker. Status report on the Sentinel Program?"
Despite being the lowest-ranking officer present, the moment Stryker spoke, he commanded the absolute attention of every general in the room. His Sentinel Program was currently humanity's only remaining hope for survival!
Given the White Demon's established psychological profile and absolute lack of morality, it was an absolute certainty that he would relentlessly hunt them down. If they didn't deploy a countermeasure to execute him immediately, it was only a matter of time before they were all slaughtered!
The conflict had escalated far beyond the point of negotiation. The White Demon and the US military could absolutely no longer coexist!
Hearing the five-star general's inquiry, Colonel Stryker smiled confidently.
"Thanks to the combined genius of Dr. Samuel Sterns and Dr. Ivan Vanko, the Sentinel Program's development timeline has been exponentially accelerated. We have officially reached the final stage of production. The only thing remaining is a live-fire field test.
"The Mark II Sentinels no longer rely solely on basic physical suppression. They have seamlessly integrated Mystique's shape-shifting X-gene, allowing them to dynamically adapt to and counter a vast array of mutant abilities in real-time.
"Furthermore, we have replaced their conventional power cores with miniaturized Arc Reactors. Sustained by this massive, clean energy output, the Sentinels can artificially amplify their replicated mutant abilities to apocalyptic levels!
"Based on Dr. Sterns' latest combat simulations, a squad of merely ten Sentinels is mathematically guaranteed to execute a Level 4 mutant. If we deploy a full battalion of one hundred Sentinels simultaneously... even the White Demon will be absolutely crushed!"
The main monitor in the conference room switched to a live feed of the Mark II Sentinel. It retained the towering, menacing humanoid structure of the prototype, but embedded in the center of its chest was a brilliantly glowing, circular power source: the Arc Reactor.
Furthermore, the external plating was no longer made of conventional metallic alloys. It was forged from a highly advanced, experimental composite material that possessed extreme durability and rapid self-repair capabilities!
Hearing Stryker's incredibly confident presentation and seeing the terrifying new weapon, the oppressive, suffocating anxiety that had plagued the generals for days finally began to lift.
With an army of absolute killing machines like these, the White Demon is finally going to die!
Just as the generals began to smile, General Gordon suddenly heard a deafening, catastrophic explosion echo from the surface levels of his bunker! The explosion was immediately followed by the frantic, continuous rattling of heavy machine-gun fire and blood-curdling screams!
An absolute sense of impending doom violently gripped Gordon's heart.
Seconds later, a terrified, blood-covered aide burst into the command center.
"General! Sir! The White Demon... he found the black site! He's currently breaching the surface perimeter! You need to evacuate immediately!"
"WHAT?!" General Gordon roared, his face draining of all color.
How the hell did the White Demon find these coordinates?! Aside from a handful of absolute top-tier intelligence agencies, not even the President of the United States knew he was hiding here!
Where was the intelligence leak?!
His momentary confusion was instantly swallowed by a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated terror. He knew the absolute truth: even though this black site was currently garrisoned with enough heavy ordnance and elite troops to overthrow a small country, they wouldn't be able to slow the White Demon down for more than a few minutes!
Panic-stricken, Gordon screamed into the video conference microphone.
"Colonel Stryker! How many combat-ready Sentinels do you have?! Deploy them to my coordinates immediately! The White Demon is breaching my facility right now!"
"What the f***?!" The other generals on the call erupted in absolute panic.
If the White Demon could locate General Gordon's heavily classified black site, it meant he could absolutely locate every single one of them!
Regardless of what esoteric, god-like method the demon was using to track them, the terrifying reality was undeniable: none of them were safe anymore!
The generals immediately began screaming at Stryker.
"Colonel! Deploy the entire Sentinel armada to General Gordon's position immediately! The White Demon must be executed today!"
"Yes, Sirs!" Stryker responded, his eyes gleaming with fanatic excitement. "Rest assured, gentlemen. I currently have over two hundred Mark II Sentinels primed for deployment. They will effortlessly crush the target! General Gordon, just hold your ground for a few minutes! The cavalry is on the way!"
...
Meanwhile, above ground.
Pushing Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue to its absolute limit, Su Mu was utilizing localized spatial convergence to drag himself through the sky at a terrifying velocity. He effortlessly shattered the sound barrier, cruising at an astonishing Mach 20!
In just a few minutes, he arrived directly in the airspace above the closest military black site.
The moment Su Mu breached their airspace, the facility's radar systems violently triggered the intrusion alarms!
"Warning! Warning! Unidentified bogey approaching at hyper-sonic speeds! Wait... oh my god, visual confirms! It's not a missile! It's the White Demon!"
Amidst the shrieking, ear-piercing sirens, Su Mu abruptly halted his forward momentum. From an altitude of several thousand feet, he simply dropped like a stone, plummeting toward the center of the military base like an apocalyptic meteor!
BOOM!
The catastrophic kinetic impact of his landing violently shattered the earth! Using the point of impact as the epicenter, an unstoppable, apocalyptic shockwave of spatial repulsion expanded outward at supersonic speeds!
In a fraction of a millisecond, every single surface structure, barracks, and guard tower within the massive military compound was completely, violently flattened into dust!
It was absolute, instantaneous annihilation.
Even heavily armored M1 Abrams tanks were effortlessly launched into the air by the terrifying repulsive force, tumbling like plastic toys before crashing down. Given the sheer, catastrophic G-forces involved, it was an absolute certainty that the crews inside were instantly liquefied.
Having casually wiped the entire surface garrison off the map with a single landing, Su Mu didn't leave. Instead, he leisurely strolled through the smoking, flattened ruins toward a highly specific set of coordinates.
The absolute perimeter of the Limitless automatically deflected the choking clouds of dust, smoke, and debris, ensuring his pristine clothes remained completely immaculate.
Arriving at the exact spot he was looking for, Su Mu stopped.
He raised his hand, pointing straight down at the ground. A terrifying, hyper-condensed black-red singularity rapidly materialized at his fingertip.
The moment the singularity was fully formed, he violently drove it into the earth!
Cursed Technique Reversal: Red!
The apocalyptic repulsive force instantly pulverized the reinforced concrete, steel plating, and hundreds of feet of solid bedrock directly beneath him, effortlessly carving a massive, bottomless vertical shaft into the ground!
Looking down the newly formed crater, the ruins of the subterranean command center were completely exposed. And lying amidst the twisted metal and shattered concrete, illuminated by the sparking electrical wires, was General Gordon.
Thanks to the absolute, microscopic precision of the Six Eyes, Su Mu had perfectly calculated the output of Red. The blast had violently pulverized the General's legs from the waist down, trapping him under the rubble, but his upper torso remained completely intact.
Therefore, he wasn't dead. He was simply screaming in absolute, agonizing pain.
Using localized gravity, Su Mu casually lifted the screaming, thrashing General out of the crater and dragged him up to the surface.
Completely ignoring the General's desperate, pathetic begging and sobbing, Su Mu simply pressed his index finger against the man's chest.
"That's one," Su Mu whispered.
He turned around and walked away.
BOOM!
A hyper-condensed surge of raw, incinerating energy violently detonated from within the General's chest! A blinding flash of pure thermal radiation erupted, instantly vaporizing the General and the surrounding rubble into nothingness!
A few seconds later, hovering thousands of feet in the air, Su Mu casually glanced back at the miniature mushroom cloud rising from the absolute ruins of the black site.
The smile on his face grew incredibly euphoric.
Next target!
With a sonic boom that shattered the clouds, he rocketed toward the next red dot on his map!
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