"We disguised ourselves flawlessly."
Several Skrulls disguised as high-ranking human officials were speaking in low voices.
"Even human iris scans can't detect anything abnormal about us. How could they possibly find all of us within twenty-four hours? It's just psychological warfare from that president!"
"That's right. As long as we blend into the crowd, they won't dare shoot at us recklessly."
Arrogance and blind luck became the final death knell for them.
Meanwhile, the Vought Group demonstrated terrifying industrial efficiency.
With the aid of "Capsule Technology," deployments that would originally have taken months were compressed into a single day.
A million T-Sentinel robots had completed full-scale deployments in major cities around the world.
The forty-eight-hour deadline finally reached zero one morning.
People still hurried along the morning streets. Although they had just experienced an apocalyptic crisis, life had to go on, and many had already begun trying to return to their old lives.
Suddenly, synchronized metallic footsteps rang out from both ends of the street.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
The crowd stopped and looked in surprise toward the source of the sound.
Countless robots, each around 1.5 meters tall and clad entirely in streamlined silver-gray armor, poured onto the streets from every direction.
They had no unnecessary facial features, only a red horizontal scanner, while high-energy pulse emitters were integrated into their arms.
Most eye-catching of all, their metal breastplates were uniformly painted with Homelander's signature warm, friendly smile.
At first, the people on the street felt somewhat frightened by these steel machines that had suddenly appeared.
A middle-aged man in a suit was holding a cup of coffee when he saw a T-Sentinel walking straight toward him. He backed away in terror.
"Y-you... what are you trying to do?"
The T-Sentinel ignored him, walked right past him, and continued forward.