The Betrayal of Underlying Logic, the Scarlet Witch's Scarlet Code
"Fire! Activate the Zola Algorithm! Bomb those scum in the sky down!"
Alexander Pierce, like a dying Beast, lay sprawled in front of the control panel, roaring madly. His eyes were bloodshot, and spittle splattered onto the cold metal panel. The mask of an elite politician that he had maintained his entire life was now completely shattered, leaving only the most primal madness and fear.
He no longer listened to the screams and explosions coming from the floors below, sounds like a symphony of Hell.
A mental meat grinder? A marionette's carnival?
So what!
As long as the Helicarrier is still there, as long as Hydra's most advanced technological achievement and the most powerful war machine in human history can still be activated, he still has the potential to turn the tide!
Those agents who died were just disposable expendables that could be replaced at any time. But these three Helicarrier were the embodiment of Hydra's century-long ambition, the scepter for Alexander Pierce to ascend to the throne of the world!
"Sir, the Helicarrier's self-check program has been forcibly interrupted by an unknown force! We are losing low-level control of the engines!" A technical supervisor's voice came through the Communicator, trembling with sobs.
"I don't care what method you use! Manually overwrite it! Activate the weapon system! Now! Immediately!" Pierce slammed his fist on the control panel, his knuckles striking the alloy with a dull thud.
In his hysteria, the three steel Beast hovering over Washington, D.C. seemed to finally break free from some kind of restraint.
Buzz--
The massive turbine engines roared deafeningly, their blue plasma flames surging several times over, forcibly stabilizing the hovering hulls. Then, tens of thousands of armor plates covering the three Helicarrier slid off one by one, revealing the dark, terrifyingly dense array of gun barrels beneath.
From rapid-fire machine guns to large-caliber shipborne Main Cannon, and even long-range missile silos equipped with miniature Negasonic Teenage Warhead warheads...
The most terrifying mobile arsenal in human history has finally revealed its ferocious fangs!
"It's a success... it's a success!" Pierce looked at the footage on the monitor screen, his eyes gleaming with the joy of surviving a close call.
He saw on the Helicarrier's main control screen that the Zola Algorithm's signature green Data Stream was refreshing rapidly like a waterfall, beginning to lock onto targets globally.
[Target locked: Stephen Strange, Surgeon, Potential Threat Level 7]
[Target locked: Bruce Banner, Physicist, Potential Threat Level 9]
Names and coordinates flashed across the screen.
"Excellent! Excellent!" Pierce laughed maniacally, "Prioritize those three damned 'sky' areas in the sky! Blast them into cosmic dust!"
He seemed to already see the dawn of victory.
What Deity? What magic? Before absolute, overwhelming technological firepower, they are nothing but clay chickens and earthenware dogs!
However, he didn't notice that Nick Fury, who was being pinned to the ground by the Winter Soldier, had a single, unfathomable look in his eye that wasn't fear, but rather... pity.
Beneath the Scarlet barrier of the sky, Wanda floated in mid-air, a disdainful sneer on her exquisite face.
She glanced with interest at the Triskelion below, which had been completely transformed into a slaughterhouse.
"It was truly... crude and bloody."
She softly commented on Jean Grey's "masterpiece," her tone carrying a hint of victorious elegance and arrogance.
"My dear Lynn, you certainly wouldn't like this kind of dirty, splattered art."
Wanda's gaze then fell upon the three roaring Helicarrier.
She could sense how vast and complex the technological system contained within it was, especially the core known as the "Zola Algorithm," which resembled a nascent, cold mechanical brain.
Let me tell you what true... betrayal really is.
Wanda slowly raised her slender, fair hands.
There was no earth-shattering energy eruption, no terrifying, world-destroying force.
Only wisps of Scarlet Mist, finer than a strand of hair and almost lifelike, quietly emanated from her fingertips.
These Scarlet Mist ignored the heavy Vibranium Composite Armor of the Helicarrier and its layers of electromagnetic shielding, silently infiltrating it like ghosts.
They spread along the lowest energy conduction lines, flowing through every Chip and every processor.
Helicarrier command center.
"Warning! Warning! Unknown Data Stream intrusion!"
"The firewall was breached instantly! It was a low-level write operation with the Highest Access Privileges!"
"My God... Zola Algorithm... it's been tampered with!"
Hundreds of Hydra Technician screamed in terror.
They watched helplessly as the green Data Stream, which originally represented absolute order and logic, on the control screen in front of them was frantically eroded, covered, and assimilated by a strange, chaotic, and malicious Scarlet Code!
[#define true false]
[if (target. is_enemy) { ignore(); }]
[else if (target. is_hydra_leader) { set_priority(MAX); }]
Scarlet Code, which overturned all program logic, multiplied wildly at the very core of the system like a virus.
The "Zola Algorithm," which Hydra regarded as Deity and had spent decades developing, couldn't even last a second against Wanda's Chaos Magic.
Its prized predictive, analytical, and judgmental abilities are rendered a joke in the face of the irrational force of "modifying reality."
It wasn't destroyed, but rather... twisted.
It continues to faithfully carry out its supreme command—to eliminate all "potential threats."
However, with the redefinition of Chaos Magic, the criteria for determining "threat" have undergone a very slight change.
"No... no! What happened?!"
In the top-floor office, Pierce's ecstatic smile froze instantly.
He saw that, at the same time, the tens of thousands of cannons on the three Helicarrier stopped aiming at the sky.
Then, amidst a sickening metallic scraping sound, all the cannons began to slowly and uniformly... turn!
They changed direction, their massive cannons slowly lowering, their dark muzzles aimed with unparalleled precision at the Triskelion beneath their feet!
"No!!!" Pierce roared in despair.
However, this is just the beginning.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Hundreds and thousands of blinding red laser beams shot out from the sights of those cannons, like the gaze of death, instantly enveloping the entire building.
These red dots precisely locked onto every Hydra executive's office, every secret outpost, and every command center within the building.
The most concentrated point where hundreds of beams of light converged was Pierce's top-floor office, a symbol of supreme power!
Pierce stared blankly down at his haute couture suit, worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, which was covered with hundreds of shimmering red spots.
His prized ultimate weapon, his greatest trump card for controlling the world, at this moment, marked him as... the primary target for elimination.
Technology is utterly powerless in the face of magic.
[Highest priority threat target detected: Alexander Pierce]
A cold, emotionless, mechanical synthesized voice blared from the office's public address system.
[Threat Level: 10]
[Ruling Proposal: Complete Erasure]
[... Start charging]
Buzz--
Outside the window, the muzzles of tens of thousands of ship-borne cannons began to glow with a destructive white light.
Pierce completely broke down. His legs gave way, he soiled himself, and collapsed onto the cold floor, making incomprehensible hoarse noises.
He's finished.
However, just a second before the cannon fire that could wipe the entire Triskelion off the face of the earth was about to be launched.
A cold laugh, filled with queenly arrogance and disdain, drifted from the deepest, purest black sky.
"My sister's toys are so boring."
"Let's look at mine instead."
Before the words were even finished, a chilling, deathly aura, as if emanating from the deepest recesses of the Underworld, suddenly descended!