Enforcement against trespassers in the restricted zone, compliance for the Illuminati's envoy

A piercing alarm blared through the Bridge of the Mordo flagship.

All eyes were focused on the main screen, where several Undead Fighter that had appeared out of thin air hovered silently in front of the reconnaissance ship, like black tendons attached to bones, their cannons flashing with an ominous light.

A cold, emotionless female voice came through the public communication channel.

"Final warning. Your ships have intruded into the ' Purification ' military exercise restricted area designated by the Negative Zone Management Committee, violating Article 7 of the ' Negative Zone Infrastructure Protection Regulations.' Return to the Buffer Zone immediately, or it will be considered a hostile act, and we have the right to take all necessary measures."

The sound disappeared.

Inside the Bridge, there was a deathly silence.

Mordo's face was ashen, and his fingers, which were holding the teacup, turned slightly white from the force he was using.

He became a laughing stock.

The trap he set backfired, trapping him like a bird in a cage. The other party didn't even bother to waste words with him, directly using the rules he most admired to define the boundaries of his prison.

"Your Excellency..." the adjutant's voice was somewhat hoarse, "We..."

"Full Fleet, low-power engines activated." Mordo interrupted him, his voice forced out through clenched teeth.

The adjutant was stunned.

"Activate all defensive barriers and form a cone-shaped assault array." Mordo slammed his teacup down on the control panel, making a dull thud.

He turned around and looked at the astonished faces around him.

"Our mission is to extradite Variant and maintain the security of the Multiverse. Now, the other side has illegally demarcated a restricted area, obstructing us from carrying out our duties. We have the right to forcibly break through."

His words echoed in the Bridge, attempting to find a respectable reason for the next move.

"I'll say it again, all Fleet, advance," Mordo commanded, enunciating each word clearly. "I want to see just how good their so-called 'live ammunition' really is."

The silver-white Fleet, like a swarm of enraged bees, its engine nozzles glowing with a ghostly blue light. No longer probing, they moved forward slowly as a whole, arrogantly and resolutely crushing the invisible red line.

The flagship of the Stability Maintenance Office is the "Night Sky" spacecraft.

Hela stood in the center of the Bridge, and outside the huge porthole, the 838 Fleet's slow but resolute incursion formation could be seen.

Behind her, Gwen Stacy's liaison Liaison Office law enforcement team was already fully prepared, each person expressionless, holding data terminals and standard equipment.

"Director, the enemy Fleet has completely intruded into the restricted area, at a depth of thirty-seven kilometers," a member of the Undead Guard reported.

Hela did not look back.

"Article 3, Section 5 of the ' Purification Defense Exercise Plan," she said coldly.

Gwen Stacy, standing beside him, immediately pulled up the Data Pad and read in a clear, steady tone. "For armed entities that ignore the final warning and enter the restricted area in groups, after reporting to the Management Committee Director's Office, the ' Non-Lethal Force Disarmament ' procedure can be initiated to prioritize paralyzing their power and weapon systems, clearing obstacles for subsequent law enforcement boarding."

"Have you reported it?"

"The Liaison Office immediately synchronized the real-time updates and Contingency Plan clauses to the Director's Office terminal the moment the other party crossed the boundary," Gwen Stacy replied.

Hela nodded.

She raised her hand; the Night Sky Sword remained unsheathed, but at her will, the entire fire control system of the Undead Fleet was instantly activated.

"The ' Non-Lethal Force Disarmament ' procedure was carried out in the name of the Negative Zone Management Committee's Stability Maintenance Office."

Her voice was like a death sentence.

"Fire."

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling shower of light.

Dozens of black energy beams, imbued with the concept of death, silently ripped through the void, precisely striking the engine nozzles and weapon arrays of every ship in the 838 Fleet.

That was a kind of conceptual Oblivion.

The metal structures touched by the energy beam did not melt or explode, but were directly erased from the level of existence, turning into the purest nothingness.

The energy barrier that the 838 Fleet was so proud of was as thin as a cicada's wing in the face of this attack.

The once-aggressive Fleet instantly fell silent. One after another, the eerie blue engine lights went out, like candles being extinguished. The entire Fleet transformed into a pile of steel coffins floating in the void.

Chaos reigned within Mordo's flagship.

"Power system completely failed!"

"Weapon system offline! Unable to respond!"

"We've become targets!"

Mordo staggered and steadied himself on the control panel, his face filled with disbelief. He had anticipated the engagement, anticipated a fierce battle, but he had never imagined that his proud Fleet would be so swiftly and decisively disarmed in an instant.

The opponent's attack was completely devoid of any physical force.

Just then, a clear vibration came from outside the main gate of the flagship's Bridge.

The gate was forcibly opened from the outside.

Gwen Stacy, dressed in a black combat suit bearing the emblem of the Negative Zone Management Committee, calmly led a team of law enforcement officers in. They carried no weapons, only handcuffs and data seals that gleamed with an eerie light.

The crew members of ship 838 on the Bridge instinctively raised their weapons, only to find that they could not fire them.

Gwen Stacy ignored the hostile gun barrels and walked straight up to Mordo stood frozen in place.

She held up the Data Pad in her hand, the light from the screen illuminating her expressionless face.

"Baron Mordo, Special Envoy of the Earth-838 Illuminati." Gwen Stacy's voice echoed clearly in the deathly Bridge, "You and all members of your Fleet are hereby detained for allegedly violating the ' Infrastructure Protection Regulations of the Negative Zone Special Administrative Region' and the ' Public Safety Emergency Act,' by forcibly entering a Level 1 military restricted area, posing a serious threat to public safety within this jurisdiction. In my capacity as the Head of the Enforcement Section of Liaison Office Negative Zone Management Committee, I hereby formally detain you in accordance with regulations."

As soon as she finished speaking, two Enforcement Team stepped forward, skillfully removed the weapon from Mordo's waist, and used specially made handcuffs to tie his hands behind his back.

"You can't do this! I'm Illuminati! I enjoy diplomatic immunity..." Mordo finally realized what was happening and began to struggle violently.

Gwen Stacy ignored his shouts.

She took a data seal from her team member and personally affixed it to the flagship's main control panel. The seal glowed red, and a line of small text appeared: [Negative Zone Management Committee Temporarily Seizes Assets, No. S-0476].

"All equipment, seal it up on site," Gwen Stacy ordered. "All personnel, transport them in batches to the temporary detention center at C-7 Portal, pending further investigation."

The Enforcement Team acted swiftly, silently, and efficiently, like a group of precise machines. They handcuffed each of the 838 crew members and escorted them out in pairs.

The entire process was filled with a cold, procedural sense of oppression.

Mordo, being carried by two tall Undead Guard soldiers, stopped as he passed Gwen Stacy, staring intently at her.

"You'll regret this."

Gwen Stacy simply glanced at him calmly, said nothing, and stepped aside.

The temporary detention center was an empty white room made of energy barriers.

Mordo sat alone on the cold ground.

The envoy's fine robes were nowhere to be seen; he was only dressed in a gray prison uniform. There were no handcuffs or shackles, but the pure white space itself was the most solid cage.

The door slid shut silently, isolating the room from the outside world.

In the corner of the room, a red Surveillance Camera glowed faintly.

Mordo raised his head and looked at the probing camera. All the anger and resentment on his face slowly faded, turning into a strange, cold smile.

He knew that the Management Committee Director named Lynn was definitely watching.

"You think you've won?"

Mordo spoke softly into the camera, as if talking to himself, or perhaps to someone else.

"Using the rules to defeat the rules is a very clever tactic."

He slowly stood up, walked to the center of the room, and looked up, as if he could see through the walls to the figure in the White Bone Hall.

But you've miscalculated one thing.

"I was merely Vanguard. My failure is precisely the necessary procedure to initiate the Supreme Judgment."

Mordo's lips curled into a malicious grin.

"The Supreme Judgment of the Illuminati, our most powerful Mind Stone, has locked onto your mental coordinates through the beacon I carry."

"The trial is about to transcend the physical Dimension and begin directly in your mind..."