Coldblood hounds unleashed, a one-sided massacre of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s elite

The chilling fear, like countless poisoned Steel Needles, pierced the cerebral cortex along the spine at the Crossbones.

His prized combat instincts, honed through countless battles, were now screaming hysterically, warning him to flee immediately and get as far away from the eight ghostly figures before him as possible.

That's not a metaphor.

Those eight figures emerged from a Spatial Rift that appeared out of nowhere, twisting and flowing like molten iron.

The Red-haired Woman at the head of the group, her gaze...

Crossbones swears, that's not a human's gaze.

Cold, hollow, yet burning with a nauseating, morbid fanaticism. When those emerald green eyes locked onto him, he felt as if he had been stripped naked and nailed to an autopsy table, every muscle, every bone clearly visible to the other.

"Enemy attack!"

Two words were squeezed out of Crossbones ' throat, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper.

Almost instinctively, he pointed his tactical rifle at the Red-haired Woman, his index finger pressed firmly on the trigger.

"Fire! Fire freely! Turn them into sieves!"

The command was instantly transmitted to every STRIKE team member via an encrypted channel.

After a brief moment of shock, these top S.H.I.E.L.D. elites quickly displayed their extraordinary combat skills. Without the slightest hesitation, their specially made rifles simultaneously unleashed deadly flames!

"Da da da da da--!"

A burst of gunfire suddenly erupted in the quiet neighborhood, shattering the stillness of the night.

The specially made armor-piercing projectiles, crafted from tungsten steel alloy, spun at three times the speed of sound, leaving trails of crimson light that formed a deadly net capable of instantly tearing apart a Main Battle Tank, slamming into the eight figures at the street corner!

Faced with this saturation attack that would make any superhuman retreat, the Red-haired Woman at the head—Jean Grey —didn't even lift an eyelid.

She just... smiled.

A cruel and contemptuous smile curled at the corner of his lips, as if he were watching a group of ignorant insects futilely waving their ridiculous antennae.

She didn't move.

It didn't even release any perceptible energy fluctuations.

But the seven figures behind her moved at the same time.

There were no battle cries, no slogans, and not even any unnecessary movements.

They were like killing machines that had been activated, charging forward into the hail of bullets with a bizarre, anti-physical posture!

Leading the charge was a burly man with a full beard.

"It's Wolverine! Logan!" a team member screamed in terror over the channel. "The intelligence was correct! They're the X-Men!"

Crossbones felt a sudden jolt in his heart.

X-Men? Why are they here? And why did they appear this way?

Before he could think it through, an even more terrifying scene unfolded.

Countless bullets, powerful enough to pierce armor, slammed into Wolverine's body, only to produce a series of dense, clanging sounds before bouncing off, deforming, and falling to the ground powerlessly.

Wolverine's body didn't even tremble slightly.

His eyes, once filled with untamed wildness, were now filled with a chilling, absolute numbness. He ignored the bullet wounds on his body that had been torn open and instantly healed, and continued charging forward with a constant, unstoppable speed.

A STRIKE player had just emptied a magazine and was rapidly reloading.

Wolverine had already charged at him.

There was no roaring, no unnecessary movements.

"Whoosh!"

Three gleaming, chilling metal claws shot out from between his knuckles, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and slashed viciously upwards across the team member's body.

The team member's expression of shock froze instantly.

His "Phantom" combat suit, made of Kevlar, ceramic pieces, and Memory Metal and touted as being able to withstand frontal fire from large-caliber sniper rifles, was easily sliced open like a sheet of paper.

A deep, bone-revealing claw mark ran from his abdomen to his head, splitting him in two.

Warm blood and internal organs were splashed all over the ground with a "splash".

Until the moment the body was separated and fell, this battle-hardened agent was unable to utter a single scream.

"Jack!"

Another team member, his eyes bloodshot with rage, roared and turned his gun, aiming it at Wolverine's head.

However, before he could pull the trigger, a silvery-white lightning bolt struck down from the sky without warning!

"Sizzle--!"

The lightning bolt, as thin as a finger, was as precise as a surgical Scalpel, instantly piercing through his helmet, entering from the top of his head, and exiting from the soles of his feet.

He convulsed violently, his body emitting charred smoke and a foul stench of burning protein filling the air. The next second, he collapsed like a puppet whose wires had been cut, becoming a charred corpse sparking with electricity.

Everyone looked up in horror.

A black woman with a white mohawk was seen slowly ascending into the air.

Storm, Ororo Monroe.

Her eyes were eerily pale, devoid of any emotion. She simply raised her hand, her fingertips crackling with destructive arcs of electricity, like a cold goddess casually unleashing Divine Punishment.

"Spread out! Find cover! They're under control!"

Crossbones ' pupils contracted to their maximum size; he finally understood where that strange feeling came from.

This is not X-Men!

Or rather, this isn't the X-Men he knows, the ones who fight for "peaceful coexistence between humans and Mutants"!

These are... a pack of soulless hounds!

He's a butcher!

However, his warning came too late.

The Carnage has only just begun.

One of the team members attempted to activate the optical camouflage of the "Phantom" combat suit to blend into the shadows of the wall.

He had barely disappeared from sight for half a second when a petite figure in a blue and yellow uniform appeared like a ghost, passing directly through the thick concrete wall behind him!

Kitty Pride, Shadowcat.

With an innocent yet cruel smile on her face, she reached out her slender hand and gently placed it on the back of the team member.

"Phase Shift."

Two cold words escaped her lips.

The team member's body stiffened abruptly. He looked down, staring in horror at his chest.

The Shadowcat's hand... effortlessly pierced through his combat suit and body, emerging from his chest!

Even more terrifying, that hand was clutching a still-beating, vibrant heart.

"Thump."

Katie released her grip, and the heart fell to the ground, bounced twice, and then stopped moving.

The team member, like a statue that had lost its support, slowly knelt down, the light of life in his eyes quickly fading.

Despair!

Utter despair!

The STRIKE Team, S.H.I.E.L.D..'s aces, Hydra's blades—these elite warriors, who tread the most dangerous battlefields in the world with ease, are now experiencing a one-sided Carnage they never imagined!

Their tactics, their equipment, their experience...

Compared to these former superheroes who were used as tools of killing, they appear so pale and powerless.

This is not a battle.

This is Dimensionality-Reduction Strike!

"Aaaaaah!"

A team member on the verge of a mental breakdown abandoned his weapon, roared as he activated the exoskeleton power unit on his arm, and slammed his fist into a Mutants who had just pounced out of the shadows like Beast.

That punch is enough to smash through a wall!

But the Beast- like Mutants simply grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs, neither dodging nor avoiding, letting the Iron Fist slam into his chest.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out.

But it wasn't the Mutants's sternum that shattered.

Rather, it was the bones of that team member's entire arm, along with the exoskeleton, that were twisted and deformed due to overload!

"No... it's impossible..."

The team member screamed, staring at his limp, hanging arm, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The Beast- Mutants grabbed his head, its pupil-less eyes staring intently at him, and then... it opened its blood-red maw.

"No--!"

The piercing scream was abruptly stopped by a crisp "crunch" sound of chewing.

Crossbones felt a chill run through him as he watched helplessly as his most elite subordinates were "dealt with" one by one in less than a minute using all sorts of unbelievable and extremely cruel methods.

He couldn't even touch the hem of the enemy's clothes!

The Red-haired Woman stood quietly in place from beginning to end, arms crossed, as if watching a bloody drama unfold.

There was even a hint of impatience on her face.

It was as if they were complaining about the low killing efficiency of these hunting dogs.

"Monsters... you bunch of monsters!"

Crossbones' eyes were bloodshot. He abandoned all tactics and all reason, leaving only endless anger and the instinct to survive.

He watched as the last three team members were also driven into Extremis, knowing that retreat was no longer an option.

Then... let's perish together!

He abruptly ripped a disc-shaped metal device covered with complex wiring from his tactical belt.

"Aria" High-Frequency Acoustic Oscillator!

This is a secret weapon developed by S.H.I.E.L.D.. specifically to counter Mutants, especially Mutants with telepathy or super hearing!

It can instantly release infrasound waves that are inaudible to the human ear, but powerful enough to interfere with or even destroy specific areas of the Mutants brain!

This is their last trump card!

"All of you... die!"

Crossbones roared and slammed down the red start button right in the center of "Aria"!