Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!
Gunfire erupted.
Dense volleys of bullets mowed down the civilians charging at the front like wheat.
Blood spread across the ground, and screams drowned out the slogans.
Similar scenes played out all over the world.
A small number of clear-minded human soldiers defected under the condemnation of their conscience, but they were swiftly gunned down without mercy by supervisory units led by Skrull officers.
The vast majority of soldiers either did not know the truth or had families to protect. They could only grit their teeth and point their guns at their own compatriots.
These brutal bloodshed incidents played out repeatedly in cities across the Human Federation.
Under the shadow of fear, countless people chose to take desperate risks, trying to cross the blockade and reach the nation protected by superheroes.
Texas, U.S.-Mexico Border. The blazing sun scorched the cracked earth.
At that moment, the desert was packed with fleeing crowds from across South America, dragging their families along with them.
Behind them, an armed convoy bearing the Human Federation insignia kicked up towering clouds of dust as it pursued them relentlessly.
The heavy machine guns mounted on the vehicles had already begun spitting flames, bullets kicking up plumes of smoke in the sand beneath the refugees' feet.
"Mom! I can't run anymore!" A seven- or eight-year-old girl fell into the sand and cried out.
Her mother desperately shielded her beneath her body. Watching the armored vehicle draw closer and closer, she closed her eyes and waited for death to come.
Boom—!
Suddenly, a fiery meteor streaked down from the northern sky toward the south, slamming violently into the ground before the armored vehicle.
Crimson Lady Angela, engulfed in roaring flames, stood miraculously before the little girl like an ancient god of fire.
"You crossed the line. Die!"