The gale howled high in the sky, and the helicopter rocked violently under the impact of the air currents, its fuselage letting out chilling creaks.
The cameraman and reporter aboard the helicopter had long since been frightened weak in the knees, like two leaves trembling in a storm.
Their faces were pale white as paper, their eyes filled with terror and despair. They looked like birds startled by the mere twang of a bowstring.
Yet at Sebastian Shaw's meaningful glance, how could they dare disobey in the slightest?
With trembling hands, they struggled to control the helicopter and slowly descended toward Sebastian Shaw's position.
"Are we live now?"
Sebastian Shaw stood tall and looked into the camera, calm and composed, as though the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.
His voice remained clearly audible even amid the howling wind.
"Yes, sir. We are live."
The reporter swallowed with difficulty, his throat so dry it felt as though it were about to catch fire.
He desperately suppressed the fear surging through him like a tidal wave. At that moment, he felt as if he stood at the edge of Hell, with invisible terror following him like a shadow, clamping tightly around his throat and making every breath incomparably difficult.
After all, this was a superhuman terrorist!
"Very good. Next, we will move against Vought Company and distribute Compound Five to the public. Superpowered people should not be a product of monopoly. America is a free and democratic country, and Superpowers should be free too!"
Sebastian Shaw turned toward the camera, forcefully gesturing through the air with both hands as he delivered his impassioned speech.
At that moment, he resembled a revolutionary standing at the forefront of the times, passionately declaring his intention to shatter the shackles of the