The collapse of a brief moment of clarity, Crossbones's plan for mutual destruction
pain.
Like four red-hot iron rods, they pierced deep into the bones of the limbs, piercing every inch of nerve.
Scott Summers Summers ' consciousness was forcibly dragged back from this boundless inferno of excruciating pain.
"Well..."
A hoarse, inhuman groan escaped from his parched throat.
what happened?
Fragments of memory, like shattered mirrors, flickered wildly in his mind: the piercing pain... the forced terror... and that... that Scarlet ray of death that destroyed everything...
He struggled to open his eyes.
What came into view was Hell.
The charred asphalt road surface looked as if it had been plowed by some Beast, churning and billowing black smoke. The air was filled with a nauseating, pungent smell, a mixture of burnt flesh and molten metal.
In the very center of this ruin, incomplete, vaporized corpses lay frozen on the ground in a distorted posture, leaving only blurry human outlines and charred fragments of tactical vests.
S.H.I.E.L.D.... Strike Task Force...
A cold, hard word flashed through his Chaos mind.
"Logan Ororo?"
Scott Summers's voice was hoarse as he tried to call for his companions, only to find his body pinned to the ground by four jagged, pitch-black swords, unable to move.
He rolled his eyes, which seemed about to burst, and saw it.
Logan Wolverine stood not far away, dark red blood still dripping from his adamantium claws, but his weathered face was deathly numb.
Ororo, the Storm, hovered in mid-air, her silver eyes empty and lifeless. The electricity crackling around her fingertips had lost its former liveliness, leaving only a mechanical and cold aura of killing intent.
And then there's Shadowcat, Iceman... they all stand silently behind the Red-haired Woman, like soulless wax figures.
Qin (a type of zither).
Scott Summers's heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
He saw Qin; she stood not far away, Dark Gold Phoenix Force flowing around her, making her appear like a deity descended to earth. But on that face he had once deeply loved, there was no trace of pity or worry, only a kind of... a morbid ecstasy of expecting praise from one's master after completing a task.
Why?
What exactly happened?
We didn't come here...
A terrifying thought, like the most vicious curse, suddenly seized his heart.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands.
Those hands were covered in a warm, viscous, dark red liquid. The strong smell of blood was emanating from there.
No...
No, it wasn't me...
Scott Summers's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and his blood seemed to freeze in that instant.
He recalled the devastating Scarlet beam of death that had shot from his eyes.
He recalled the desperate scenes of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. being vaporized instantly in the beam of light, before they even had a chance to scream.
He thought of himself, like a puppet on strings, forcibly driven, Carnage, by the terrifying will branded deep within Qin's soul...
"No... no!!!!"
A piercing, inhuman wail suddenly erupted from Scott Summers's chest!
That was neither a roar nor a lament.
That was the desperate lament of a hero who, after witnessing his own hands stained with the blood of innocents, saw his faith and soul crushed inch by inch and utterly collapsed!
Everything he had upheld throughout his life, everything he had fought for for the peaceful coexistence of humans and Mutants, his cherished companions, the woman he deeply loved... all of it, at this moment, turned into the cruelest and most absurd joke!
He became the monster he Abomination most!
He personally Carnage those he was supposed to protect!
"Aaaaaaaahh...
Scott Summers's body convulsed violently as the Four Night Sky Swords pierced through him. Crimson blood mingled with tears of despair, gushing from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth. His Mental World, catalyzed by Wanda's Chaos Magic, clashed violently with the Hell reality before him, and utterly... collapsed!
And in that instant, a piercing wail echoed through the ruins!
Jean Grey's face suddenly darkened.
Out of control?
This useless guy actually lost control at the crucial moment?!
Wanda! Hela! It's you!
A sense of humiliation and rage at being secretly plotted against instantly ignited the Phoenix Force Jean. She was about to unleash her Psychic Power to completely burn away Scott Summers's pathetic lucidity and turn him back into an obedient tool.
However, it was this delay of one-thousandth of a second.
A dark shadow moved.
"Cough... cough cough..."
Rifted away by the aftershocks of the Optic Blast, with half of his body charred, Crossbones struggled to prop himself up from behind a pile of rubble.
He heard Scott Summers's cries of agony.
He saw a fleeting look of surprise and anger on Jean Grey's face.
Chance!
This top Hydra agent, this Coldblood tough guy who had struggled on the brink of death countless times, displayed Beast -like fighting instinct at this moment.
There was no fear in his eyes, only a kind of madness driven to the brink of Extremis, a desire to perish together with his opponent!
"Ha... haha... you bunch of monsters..."
While coughing up blood, Crossbones pulled out a palm-sized metal disc covered with intricate circuitry from the most concealed lining of his tactical vest.
His movements were slowed by his severe injuries, yet they carried an undeniable resolve.
With his last ounce of strength, he pressed the blood-red button in the center of the disc.
"Beep--Beep--Beep--"
A piercing, rapid electronic beeping sound rang out instantly!
At the center of the disc, a narrow crack opened, and a chilling, ominous, pale green light shone through it!
Micro Gamma Ray Bomb!
This forbidden creation, the trump card of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Weapons Research Department, is powerful enough to completely disintegrate all matter within a radius of 100 meters at the molecular level! It's their last resort against the out-of-control Hulk!
"Go to Hell, all of you!!!"
Crossbones let out a Beast -like roar, clutching the wildly flashing Gamma Bomb, and with the last of his life force, charged towards Jean Grey like a mad bull!
He knew he wasn't going to survive.
But before he dies, he wants to drag this red-haired monster and this group of X-Men who have become his lackeys along with him on his journey!
The sudden turn of events caused Jean Grey's pupils to contract sharply.
On one side are the "prisoners" who are on the verge of a mental breakdown and could lose control again at any moment.
On the other side, there were "rats" charging forward with deadly Gamma Bomb in hand!
Her perfect performance, the glory she had just earned in front of her master, was now in jeopardy because of the machinations of a mad Witch and the struggle of an ant!
Shame!
An unprecedented sense of humiliation brought Qin's anger to its peak.
But now is not the time to assign blame.
She had to... she had to perfectly smooth over this accident under her master's watchful eye!
She absolutely couldn't let her master see her incompetent state, unable to even handle such a small matter!
Faced with the impending gamma radiation explosion and his former leader lying on the ground, screaming in agony and completely out of control, can the newly appointed "Warden" salvage the face he has just earned in front of Lynn?