Greenwich Massacre?

London, Greenwich.

Since yesterday, everything within a one-kilometer radius of the Thames Riverbank in Greenwich had been cleared out. Universities and shopping malls alike were under twenty-four-hour military lockdown.

At ten in the morning, a sleek, wing-shaped aircraft landed on the south bank of the Thames. S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Nick Fury stepped out with Hawk Eyes and Natasha, while British officials had already been waiting ahead of them for some time.

"I think we need a reasonable explanation, Director Fury!"

The middle-aged man sent by London forcefully suppressed his anger as he blocked their path. "We need to know who is inside and why they did this!"

Nick Fury, who had been about to enter, stopped and turned to look at him. "Since your superior didn't tell you the truth, I won't answer even if you ask."

"I understand how you feel right now, Mr. Evans, but I'm sorry."

With that, he shoved past him and continued forward. The next second, a gun was pressed against the back of his head.

"Don't move!"

Natasha and Hawk Eyes frowned slightly, but Nick Fury raised a hand to stop them. Remembering what had happened here before, they withdrew with grim expressions.

Behind Fury, the middle-aged man named Evans had bloodshot eyes.

"Is this your answer, Director Fury?"

"That monster killed more than seventy thousand residents here, and you're telling me you have no comment?!"

All of Greenwich had indeed been "cleared out," but it had not been done by the British Government. While the various political parties were still playing political games in their offices, the countdown given by the other side had ended.

Then everything ended.

Looking in from outside the cordon, they could clearly see corpses strewn across the streets.

Everyone looked as though they had peacefully fallen asleep with their