Shadow of the Beautiful World

In a high-level conference room in Washington, D.C., Pierce, leaning on a cane, looked at the huge stereoscopic projection in front of him.

On the projection like a wall, it is divided into 9 grids.

They project the status quo of cities, including New York and Washington, to the eyes of members of the World Security Council in real-time live broadcast.

There are already burning flames in the city, and there are billowing black smoke winding over the city, police helicopters hovering in the sky, and police cars buzzing.

It's all like watching a war movie.

Chaos, visible chaos.

Pierce could see panicked innocents running.

They shivered and hid in the nearest building, looking at everything around them with cold eyes.

And in this city that is already full of wars, those villains are venting their inner madness, as ugly and crazy as lustful people.

They drove their cars on a rampage through the chaotic streets.

They brandished their weapons, laughing at the panicked fugitives as the bullets flew across them.

They had a shootout with the police, just like farmers, randomly picking their targets on the bustling streets.

They smashed glass and took money.

They laughed wildly and beat those who were weaker than them.

There are also some crazy guys who regard the city as their own paradise.

In a square in New York City, a group of thugs held nearly a hundred people hostage, and asked riddles with a guy wearing a green trench coat, holding a weird cane, and covered with question marks all over his body.

Those who win live, those who lose die.

There's another jerk in a weird mask standing right there in Times Square.

Holding something like a biochemical weapon in both hands, it spread the endless green smoke all over the city.

Behind the laughing scarecrow in the wind, the bustling square is already full of wounded people left by cannibalism.

A bastard with the body of a crocodile is comfortably soaking in blood-soaked water in a pool in Central Park that is strewn with mutilated corpses.

And the New York Society of Heroes, the stronghold of superheroes who spontaneously gathered to protect the city, has also been messed up.

The heroes were driven out of the headquarters, their eyes red, fighting each other.

They seem to be controlled by something.

A group of walking bombs were released in this way. They are all creatures with more powerful power than ordinary people. Who can stop them from killing each other?

Who can stop them from hurting other people?

In Brooklyn, a group of werewolves strutted onto the streets, led by a vicious bastard in a prison uniform.

In a luxurious office building in Queens, a group of vampires are preying wantonly.

They forced a girl to jump from a tall building in desperation.

The whole city was in chaos.

Order is gone...

The program was already in the process of being abolished.

In this quiet office, Pierce leans on a cane.

With hatred and stubbornness shining in his eyes, he said:

We chose to abandon it because of its flaws. I also thought it was the right decision, but now, I am very grateful that Fury chose to implement it at the last moment.

Perhaps Fury also had a premonition of all this in front of him.

When used to maintain order, crime-fighting agencies shut down for various reasons; when our remaining strength is not enough to support our oath to protect the world.

When our people plead for protection in the shadows of darkness; when we want to answer that desperate plea;

When we reach out to save them, to restore order in the constant danger of a comeback...

Pierce clenched his fists. Looking at the city in extreme chaos, he said:

We need to have a hole card.

We need a hole card that can settle everything at any time.

In this world, the evils that try to harm us and the people we protect have always existed. From ancient times to the present, they have never disappeared...

They hide in the shadows and ghosts under civilization, spying on the world under the light all the time.

When the forces of order are mired in a quagmire, chaos will take advantage of it.

They start wars and try to take over everything and make the world what they want to see...

Totalization, violence, chaos!

They want to snuff out civilization and return the world to a dark barbaric age...

I won't allow it! No one with conscience will allow it.

Pierce turned around, and the projection screen behind him turned around.

In the clouds outside New York, a huge silver-gray monster is slowly rising under the impetus of several gravity engines.

Like a suspended aircraft carrier, like a hill made of steel, like a steady and reliable city wall.

Under the deck of that huge monster, densely packed black gun barrels are moving.

With the help of surveillance systems already connected to the ground, these weapons, controlled by state-of-the-art fire-control systems, are locking onto targets.

Thousands of gun barrels are moving at the same time, the scene is like this insight mothership really awakening at this moment.

This airspace giant made of steel is swinging thousands of limbs, like a giant centipede floating in the airspace.

We will armor this fragile world with our own hands, and we will arm it with our own hands.

When savage evil provokes us, they will have our response!

Pierce's tone became tough, and his slightly bent waist straightened at this moment.

It's like an old soldier who is getting old, but it's not about admitting defeat, and he doesn't want to fall.

In the projection behind him, the first batch of insight motherships have risen to the stratosphere, and on the deck of the motherships, the new radar for link communication has begun to operate.

In the brighter sunlight of the stratosphere, the silver-gray mothership was filled with sharp lights.

Like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed.

At this moment, the entire projection switched to the perspective of the monitoring room.

On the map of the east coast, three red dots form a triangle in front of the members of the world security council and the president.

The red line extended outward into a circle wrapped in a dotted line, covering the entire east coast, and the dotted line continued to spread.

This represents the range of fire that a single insight unit composed of three insight motherships can cover.

We will never bow to evil.

Pierce's face was calm, he leaned on his cane, and he said:

We will never give in to the mob.

Thunder and fire falling from the sky will announce the arrival of the era of order, and those rays of order representing protection will shape the strongest walls for our people and the world...

The world will be a better place for it...

Yes, everyone, I am very fortunate now that when we have nothing to do, we at least have a vision plan in our hands...

wow

The moment Pierce finished speaking, the screen on the projection behind him switched to the Monitor interface again.

During the connection with the ground monitoring system, locked faces flashed continuously on the projection.

A scarecrow rampaging in Times Square.

A gangster who robs the streets wantonly.

Masked thugs who smashed, looted and burned.

Breaking in, threatening the hostess, a dirty-faced bastard.

There are also thieves who take the opportunity to steal from unconscious people.

....

Above the projection, a number representing the number of locked targets is constantly beating.

On the projected map, the red signs representing firepower points were lit up one after another.

That scene is enough to make the scalp of any density sufferer tingle.

After just 10 seconds, the number of cleared targets on the screen reached a staggering 356,734 people.

These are the first targets of a New York-centric, East Coast-wide crime cleanup.

swish

In the White House not far from here, a command code input box appeared in front of the thin black president.

Please give the order, Mr. President.

Pierce's projection hovered in front of the president's eyes. The white-haired old man was leaning on a cane. He said calmly:

Our people are waiting.

For every second you hesitate, innocents are harmed, and you can stop it all by pressing that button...

The president clearly hesitated.

It's not as simple as signing a decree that he doesn't know the consequences of.

350,000 people...

The heavy weight of life weighed down the president at this moment.

Even though he himself hated those thugs...

But just wipe them out.

Shouldn't there be a trial?

The President looked up, and he asked:

Just kill them directly? Then what's the difference between us and them...

Is this the flaw of Project Insight? I see now why you gave up on it.

This flaw, it's horrible, I...I can't...

No, you can, Mr. President.

There was a twinkle in Pierce's eyes, and he said:

Mr. President, you swore to protect this country and the people of this land. Now, it is time for you to fulfill your promise.

and...

The serious Pierce blinked mischievously at this moment, and he said to the black president:

In the firepower mode of the insight plan... there is a stun mode.

No one asked you to be a butcher who slaughtered 350,000 people, Mr. President, and the purge model is not used on our people.

Oh? Is that so?

Most of the tension and hesitation on the black president's face dissipated at this moment.

He let out a sigh of relief, and turned to look at his wife and daughter who were standing beside him with worried faces.

He stretched out his hand, stroked his daughter's hair, and whispered:

I will protect you...

The next moment, the president's fingers entered a string of digital identification codes on the projection.

He looked at the projection, and under everyone's gaze, he closed his eyes, crossed himself on his chest, and...

A virtual button is pressed.

Command confirmation...

In the main control room below the Trident Tower, the Hydra agent looked serious.

After confirming the launch order again and again, he reached out and pressed the launch button.

boom

In the sky outside Pierce's office, light like a sharp sword at dawn shot down from the clouds.

Tens of thousands of high-voltage rays are galloping, those jumping white arcs piercing the air, leaving jumping arcs in the air.

The whole sky was illuminated.

This scene is very similar to the light in the Bible story...the light that covers everything and purifies everything...

God's light...

They roared and descended from the sky with the will of order.

They roared, like the first ray of light in a desperate situation, emerging from the deepest darkness.

In a messy square, a scarecrow wearing a weird knitted hat laughed.

Holding the fear gas he made in his hand, he enveloped those desperate innocents in the hallucinogenic gas, and watched them being overwhelmed.

He laughed wildly triumphantly, standing among the wounded who fell to the ground.

He feels that he has reached the pinnacle of his life...

Die without regret!

boom

God heard his desire and granted his request.

The terrifying white light hit the top of his head like a trial.

The electric current enough to stun an elephant knocked him down in an instant, and he screamed in pain and fell to the ground, his body exuding the high temperature and smell of barbecue was still twitching constantly.

Yes, this is stun mode.

But Pierce did not tell Mr. President that this high-voltage current is unbearable for the human body.

Even if he survived by luck, he could only live as a disabled person for the rest of his life.

but...

This is what the criminals have earned themselves, and this is what they deserve.

You shall not sin...

Because the price of sin is...death!

boom

Thunder from high above echoed over New York City.

A trembling girl holding her head raised her head blankly after the thunder.

Beside her, the thugs who had planned to hurt her had fallen to the ground in convulsions.

She seemed to be standing in a dead body.

She turned her head to look at the city behind her, and white rays of light shot down from the sky continuously, the frequency was extremely fast, like a light rain falling from the sky.

It's like a slightly overdue trial again.

But it came anyway.

For every beam of light that falls, a criminal falls;

Every roar of thunder represents a crime stopped;

Every flicker of arc light represents the heavy punch of order, and the screaming retreat of chaos.

The rescued girl's eyes widened, she raised her head, she couldn't understand all this.

In the light that dances across the sky...

She put her hands together and knelt down on the ground in an extremely sincere gesture.

She is praying.

Be grateful.

She didn't know who saved her, but she thought maybe it was God's will.

Those lights saved her from disaster, which saved her from life.

She must be grateful.

She has to be thankful.

Pierce, leaning on a cane, looked at the ever-changing projections in front of him.

He saw the rescued girl kneeling in the street, kneeling among the comatose thugs, praying in a pool of blood.

She saw the sincerity and gratitude on her face.

At this moment, a child-like innocent smile appeared on the corner of Pierce's mouth.

Gliding his fingers over his cane, he said softly:

No, kid...

You're welcome...

This is what I should do...