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In Lu Dan's bewildered gaze, the sticker with the comical black circle on it floated lightly, like a weightless fallen leaf, precisely and casually affixed to the muzzle of that giant cannon capable of destroying a city.

This scene was utterly absurd.

Nick Fury sat in a secret command center hundreds of meters below, staring intently at the screen.

For the first time, his brain, the command center that this king of secret agents was so proud of and that had calculated everything, experienced a three-second malfunction.

What is that?

A new type of energy-deflecting shield? Some kind of alien high-dimensional technology disguised as a sticker? Or... a pure, meaningless, dying act of madness?

As he looked at Yu Mu's calm, almost gentle face on the monitor, the intense unease in his heart reached its peak.

No.

Can't wait any longer!

No matter what tricks the other party is up to, in the face of the endless torrent of energy of the Cosmic Cube, all their schemes and tricks will be vaporized into the most basic particles!

"Fire!"

Nick Fury gritted his teeth and slammed the launch button!

Om-! ! !

The giant cannon began charging.

The entire steel bunker was humming and trembling. In the deep darkness of the cannon muzzle, a blinding blue energy was frantically gathering and compressing, as if a miniature supernova was about to explode in the next second!

The air was ionized, emitting a hissing sound, and the pungent smell of ozone permeated the entire enclosed laboratory.

The oppressive force of that energy even penetrated several meters of thick alloy walls, causing the instruments in the command center to issue alarms indicating they were overwhelmed.

However, Yu Mu and the others on the screen showed absolutely no fear.

Yu Mu didn't even change his posture, still looking lazy, as if what was about to erupt in front of him was not a beam of light that would destroy the world, but a boring fireworks display.

He is certainly safe.

The so-called giant cannon attack?

It was nothing more than a grand salute, meticulously prepared by Mr. Braised Eggs, to welcome him and offer his guidance.

Faced with absolute absurdity, any grand plan is nothing more than a carefully crafted joke.

And he was the audience member responsible for exposing the joke and enjoying the clown's astonished expression.

The other members of the Illuminati were far less composed than Yu Mu.

"Sir! The energy level has exceeded the limit! My calculation model shows that we will be completely vaporized in 0.01 seconds! Shields... shields are meaningless!" Jarvis's voice, inside Tony Stark's armor, carried an urgent warning for the first time.

Tony's face was deathly pale. His most brilliant mind on Earth was working at an unprecedented speed, but he couldn't come to any conclusion that he could survive.

He subconsciously looked at Yu Mu, but only saw a calm profile.

That calmness seemed to possess a magical power, instantly soothing the anxiety in his heart.

crazy.

We've all gone crazy along with this man!

A bead of cold sweat trickled down the forehead of White Queen Emma. The mental shield she had stretched out with all her might was like a thin sheet of paper in the face of that pure energy pressure, ready to be torn apart at any moment.

She could clearly feel that the shadow of death had already enveloped everyone's soul.

In Frank's eyes, hellfire raged wildly; he was prepared to use his immortal body to buy even a moment's life for his comrades.

Gwen and Felicia huddled together, their bodies trembling slightly, but their gazes never left the towering, godlike figure standing at the very front.

As long as he's still standing, the sky won't fall down.

next second.

emission!

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a pure, blinding white beam of light that shot out from the cannon muzzle at a speed beyond comprehension!

That beam of light is the wrath of the universe, the manifestation of its laws, and the purest form of destruction capable of shattering this planet!

however.

The scenario of everything turning to ashes, as envisioned, did not occur.

The beam of energy, powerful enough to tear the heavens and earth apart, vanished the instant it touched the thin, comical black sticker.

Yes, gone.

It's as if it never existed.

There was no explosion, no shockwave, and not even the slightest sound.

That tiny "black hole sticker" seemed to truly be a black hole connecting to the endless void, greedily, quietly, and without leaving a single drop of the energy that was enough to destroy everything.

The torrent of energy from the giant cannon lasted for a full ten seconds.

Those ten seconds felt like an eternity to Nick Fury.

He watched as the energy, enough to level a city, shot out continuously from the screen, only to be silently swallowed up by a small sticker.

The entire command center was deathly silent.

Everyone seemed to be petrified, staring blankly at the bizarre and incomprehensible scene on the surveillance footage.

When the energy output ended, the light from the cannon muzzle dimmed.

Inside the laboratory, the Illuminati members were completely unharmed.

Yu Mu even yawned.

"This...this is impossible..."

Nick Fury muttered to himself absentmindedly, feeling as if his worldview, along with all his pride and scheming as the king of secret agents, had been shattered to pieces by that tiny sticker at that moment.

What is that?

What exactly is that thing?!

That's not technology! That's not magic! That doesn't belong to any known force in this universe!

It's unreasonable!

Yu Mu slowly raised his hand, and the [Black Hole Sticker] lightly fell from the muzzle of the cannon, flew back into his palm, and was then casually put back into his pocket.

He turned his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of obstacles, precisely locking onto the camera hidden in the command center, directly facing him.

He smiled.

That smile, still innocent as ever, sent a chill down Nick Fury's spine as he watched from behind the screen.

Then, Yu Mu raised his right hand, bringing his index finger and thumb together to form the shape of a pistol.

He slowly pressed the "pistol" against his temple.

Facing the camera.

Facing Nick Fury.

"Bang."

He mouthed the word silently.

The ultimate humiliation!

A silent mockery!

At that moment, Nick Fury's face instantly turned from white to black, then from black to blue, and finally turned ashen.

The man was telling him:

Your strongest trump card, your proudest trap, is nothing more than a performance to me.

And your life, like this, I can take it away at any time.

The base is now like a naked girl with her hands and feet tied, to the entire Illuminati; it has no secrets or defenses left.

However, Yu Mu did not continue.

He has gotten what he wanted and enjoyed the performance he wanted to see.

As for Nick Fury...

To kill someone, you must destroy their spirit.

It's like boiling a frog in lukewarm water; watching it slowly lose everything in despair before finally sending it on its way is what makes it interesting.

Yu Mu wanted to personally strip away everything he had built, everything he had protected, and everything he was proud of, piece by piece.

When this braised egg has nothing left, it will be time for him to set off.

"retreat."

Yu Mu spoke calmly to the people behind him.

The crowd responded in unison.

After Tony skillfully unlocked all the gates, the Illuminati group, carrying the Tesseract that emitted a ghostly blue light, swaggered away as if strolling through their own backyard.

……

Inside the secret command center, Nick Fury watched the group of people walk away gracefully on the screen, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

It is fear.

It is a shame that runs deep in your bones!

Every scene of Yu Mu's raid on the base replayed repeatedly in his mind.

Those subordinates who are mentally controlled and sleepwalk like a dreamer.

That firewall was easily breached and rendered useless.

And finally, that silent gun barrel pressed against his temple...

That action, like a red-hot branding iron, burned fiercely into his soul!

When your ultimate weapon can't even break the enemy's toy, your so-called ace is nothing more than a final lament announcing your incompetence.

"asshole……"

His fist slammed heavily on the control panel, instantly cracking the hard alloy panel.

"Bastard! That bastard!"

The angry roars sounded so pale and powerless in the deathly silent command center.