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Steve, Tony, Natasha, and the others also fell silent.

Yes, that megalomaniac loves being in the spotlight.

No one voiced their objection; they silently accepted the arrangement.

Jessica straightened her black battle suit and strode to the microphone array in front of the cordon.

All the cameras were pointed at her.

Jessica was not prepared for a long speech.

"I am Jessica Jones, CEO of VGD."

She pointed to the group of fully armed comrades behind her.

"We're going to Australia now."

"We don't know how powerful that alien named Gravik is. We also don't know how many of the people on board this fighter jet will make it back alive."

"But there is one thing I can assure all of humanity."

"Walter's heroes never retreat a single step."

"We will use every means possible to bury that scumbag completely!"

"Keep your faith! Await our victory!"

The speech was brief, but it was filled with a resolute determination to burn one's bridges.

Jessica turned around without waiting for the reporters to ask any questions.

"Everyone board!"

With firm steps, the heroes boarded the three Nightingale fighters arranged in a triangular formation.

"boom--!"

The engine spewed blue plasma tail flames as it sped toward the Southern Hemisphere.

……

Within the vast territory of the Human Federation, many resistance organizations spontaneously formed by ordinary people laid down their weapons on this day.

Some organizations even disbanded and rejoined the labor force, attempting to survive under Skrull rule.

However, there are still many staunch rebels who refuse to bow to fate and refuse to kneel before these alien butchers.

Especially when they see the promises made by Vought, one of the superheroes who has saved the world multiple times, in the news, the flame of hope in their hearts still burns!

But as they prepared to continue their sabotage mission, they encountered even more brutal suppression.

Since Gravik revealed the existence of the Skrulls in a global live broadcast, many human soldiers, driven by their conscience, laid down their weapons, took off their Federation uniforms, and refused to point their guns at their fellow citizens any longer.

But humanity has never lacked a species called "traitors".

In peacetime, they live like rats in the gutter, selfish, greedy, and without any moral compass.

In this apocalyptic time of alien rule, they keenly sensed an opportunity for "success".

In their view, the end of human civilization is a foregone conclusion, and the new rulers need obedient lackeys to manage the slaves at the bottom.

"This is our best chance to climb into high society!"

A speculator who had been imprisoned for fraud was now wearing a crisp federal uniform and loudly addressing a group of hastily recruited armed men in front of him.

He waved his pistol, pointing it at a besieged rebel stronghold in the distance.

"Kill those stubborn fools! Let their blood prove our loyalty to the Skrulls!"

These human traitors chanted the absurd slogan, "The tyranny of humanity is over, Earth belongs to the Skrulls!"

They brandished advanced weapons provided by Skrull technology, aiming them at their compatriots who once lived on the same land as them.

Throughout human history, the most ruthless have often not been foreign invaders, but rather those who, in order to prove their loyalty to a new master, turned their own people against their own kind. They were often far more vicious and utterly without scruples.

This raid is just one example of countless cleanup operations around the world.

……

Brussels, headquarters of the Federation of Humanities.

Inside the highest meeting room, however, the atmosphere was relaxed.

Gravik looked at his subordinates with a smug expression.

"Well done, guys."

Gravik nodded repeatedly after hearing his subordinates' report on the swift suppression of resistance forces around the world.

"As it turns out, yesterday's 'little game' had a perfect positive feedback effect. Humanity's will to resist has begun to crumble, and they themselves will clean up the remaining troubles without us even having to lift a finger."

He turned to look at Pagoda, who was standing on his right, his eyes full of admiration.

"Pagon, your plan is perfect. Fear and power are indeed the best tools for ruling these inferior creatures."

Pagoda bowed slightly, a perfectly respectful smile on his face.

"This is all thanks to your invincible power, General. Without the deterrent force you have demonstrated, even the most perfect plan would be nothing but empty talk."

Gravik laughed heartily, thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Next, all that's left are America and Donggu Kingdom's two bones."

"In a moment, in front of the whole world, I will clench my fist and crush all the superheroes they see as their hope on the Nullarbor Plain."

"Then the will to resist of these two nations will completely crumble. The entire earth will fall completely under my rule!"

The Skrull executives in the conference room raised their arms and cheered.

"For Skrull!"

"For Gravik!"

Gravik nodded in satisfaction, preparing to deliver a passionate speech.

"Click".

The conference room door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

In this heavily guarded federal headquarters, during a top-level meeting, someone actually dared to barge in without prior notice?

Gravik frowned, his face showing displeasure as he turned to look.

"who……"

His voice stopped abruptly the moment he saw who it was.

The person who walked in had the exact same face, build, and skin texture as me!

After a brief moment of shock, an uncontrollable rage exploded in Gravik's chest with a "boom".

In Skrull society, the ability to mimic is a racial gift.

But this talent comes with an absolute, inviolable rule.

The highest law of the Skrulls strictly forbids any Skrull from transforming into the likeness of one of their own kind!

This law was learned through bloody lessons.

A brutal civil war once broke out in the history of the Skrull civilization.

In that war, cloaking and mimicry among members of the same tribe were used in the most extreme political struggles and military assassinations.

Today your adjutant might be an enemy turned man, and tomorrow your wife might slit your throat in her sleep.

The collapse of trust led to a horrific massacre among members of the same clan, nearly resulting in the extermination of the entire tribe.

From that time on, the highest law of the Skrulls included an ironclad rule: it is strictly forbidden for anyone to disguise themselves as one of their own kind! Anyone found doing so will be executed on the spot!

And now, this reckless guy in front of me has not only violated the highest taboo, but even dared to impersonate me, the supreme leader of Skrulls!

What are they trying to do? Try to take over?!

"You damned scum! Who gave you the audacity to do this?!" Gravik roared.

"Guards! Seize him! Execute him on the spot, and I want to skin him alive!"

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

The scene that Gravik had envisioned—where guards swarmed and pinned down the imposter—did not occur.