Skyfather-level pressure descended, sealing off the Triskelion completely

Washington, D.C., Triskelion, top-floor office.

The air was thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and betrayal.

"Fire!"

Alexander Pierce let out a hoarse roar, his face, which usually maintained the demeanor of an elite politician, now contorted with fear.

Before him stood five Winter Soldier, just awakened from their frozen state, like five silent prehistoric beasts. Their metal arms gleamed with a chilling killing intent, and the dark muzzles of their guns were already locked onto Nick Fury in the center of the office.

Fury's single eye narrowed into a dangerous slit, his hand, hidden behind his back, already reaching for the last high-explosive stun grenade on his tactical belt. He knew very well that today, his chances of survival were close to zero.

However, just a moment before the Winter Soldier pulled the trigger—

Buzz!

A deep, indescribable hum, as if from the very beginning of the universe, enveloped the entire Washington, D.C. without warning.

It wasn't a sound, but a vibration.

A vibration that acts directly on the soul, causing the bones and atoms to tremble in sync!

The clear afternoon Sky Dome outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the office was completely altered in a fraction of a second!

The sky has cracked open.

No, it's more terrifying than cracking open.

It was divided into three distinct parts!

To the east, a dark gold glow, like the afterglow of the apocalypse, seemed to indicate that a Phoenix spanning galaxies had spread its wings, using the sky as a canvas and recklessly splashing scalding paint that twisted minds.

To the west, Scarlet Rune appeared and disappeared in the clouds, forming a vast and eerie witch's barrier that twisted reality into an absurd nightmare.

Directly above, however, was the purest and deepest darkness. It was not the black of night, but a color that devoured everything, from which even light could not escape, a color belonging to death itself, as if the entire Underworld of Asgard had been moved there, coldly overlooking this humble land beneath its feet.

Dark gold, Scarlet, and jet black.

The three-colored sky, like a giant shroud sewn by the hands of the Deity, tightly wrapped the entire city of Washington, D.C.!

Immediately afterwards, that invisible yet terrifying force, as heavy as a mountain, descended with a deafening roar!

"Ugh--!"

Inside the office, the five Winter Soldier, representing the pinnacle of human individual combat strength, didn't even have time to react before letting out a muffled groan of pain in unison.

Bucky Barnes, the leader, had his metal arm, made of Wakanda Vibranium mixed with Titanium Alloy alloy, suddenly burst forth with dense electric sparks, and the intricate internal transmission structure emitted a tooth-grinding "creak" from the strain!

His pride and joy, his terrifying strength capable of overturning cars and piercing steel plates, were as fragile as a joke in the face of this force that descended from the sky!

"Bang!"

Bucky's knees gave way first, slamming hard onto the hard marble floor and creating two spiderweb-like cracks.

He tried to lift his head, the muscles in his neck bulging, veins popping out, his whole body like a wild bull bound by invisible chains, struggling in vain with all his might.

But this force is completely unreasonable.

It is not a physical compression, but a higher-level, absolute crushing from the hierarchy of life!

Just like a human foot can easily crush an ant without even having to exert force.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The other four Winter Soldier followed closely behind, one after another being pinned to the ground. Their bodies convulsed violently, their bones groaned as if about to break, and their weapons slipped from their hands and fell to the ground.

The super assassins who once struck fear into the hearts of countless politicians and heroes are now like five insects nailed to a specimen board, unable to even move a finger.

Nick Fury is also having a tough time.

He felt as if he had been thrown into the Mariana Trench, thousands of meters deep, surrounded by endless water pressure that threatened to crush him into mincemeat. His lungs burned, each breath felt like swallowing razor blades, and his vision blurred.

But he is, after all, Nick Fury.

He suppressed the urge to faint, and with all his might, he lifted his eyelids to look at the man who had ordered his execution.

Then, he witnessed the most extreme fear he had ever seen in his life.

Alexander Pierce slumped in his leather seat, trembling violently.

He wasn't completely suppressed by that force, because the center of gravity of that force seemed to be concentrated on the five Super-Soldiers and the three enormous ships outside the window that were forcibly taking off.

But his fear stemmed from a deeper, more profound despair.

"...Connect me... Quick! Connect me to the White House! Connect me to the Pentagon! Damn it! Why is the communication down?!"

Pierce roared furiously at the emergency Communicator on his desk, but the top-of-the-line device, worth millions of dollars, was completely black on the screen, without even a crackling sound.

"Control room! Answer me! What's happening outside?!"

"Zola! Zola Algorithm! Lock onto the target! Fire! Shoot those damn things down from the sky!"

He screamed incoherently, slamming his hands wildly on the control panel.

However, all that answered him was deathly silence.

All the screens in the office, whether surveillance footage or the aircraft carrier's internal Data Stream, were forcibly shut down at the same time.

The entire Triskelion, this multi-billion dollar armed Bastion touted as the world's most secure, was completely cut off from the outside world at this moment!

Pierce rushed to the window, gripping the bulletproof glass tightly with both hands, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints in extreme terror.

He saw it.

The three Helicarrier, which embody Hydra's century-long ambition and are about to wipe out millions of "threats" around the world, are currently hovering in mid-air in an extremely bizarre manner.

They had already risen nearly a thousand meters into the air, their massive turbine engines still roaring wildly, spewing out blue plasma flames.

But they can't fly away.

The three enormous ships, like mosquitoes trapped in amber, were firmly trapped above Washington, D.C. by the Spatial Barrier formed by the three-colored sky.

They struggled and roared, but could not move forward an inch.

They... along with the entire Triskelion, were locked in a huge, invisible cage!

A hunting ground created by the Deity themselves, from which there is absolutely no escape...!

"No... no... this is impossible..."

Pierce muttered to himself, looking utterly lost, as his body slid down the cold glass to the ground.

His prized trump card, his ultimate weapon for controlling the world, now looked so ridiculous, so laughable.

He finally understood.

This is not an attack.

This is not war.

This is a... trial.

A game played on a whim by beings from a higher Dimension, a game for them, mere mortals and ants...

At the same time that Pierce was completely plunged into despair.

Triskelion, 13th basement level, Area C, Agent Dormitory.

Hundreds of Hydra agents, who had just finished their shift change and were resting, almost simultaneously sensed a faint... glance of being spied on.

It was a feeling that defies description.

It was as if a gaze had pierced through the thick concrete walls and the tight electronic shielding, leaving its mark deep within their minds.

Immediately afterwards, a soft, slightly morbidly curious female voice quietly resounded in the souls of all of them.

"So..."

"... Which one should we start with?"