Vought International, Omega-level secret biological laboratory.
There is no day or night here.
Dr. Horton has not slept for three days.
His eyes were bloodshot, and his white lab coat was stained with an unknown blue fluid.
But he was in a state of extreme excitement.
"No... no!"
"Cellular mimicry is impossible to achieve such a perfect level! Even memories can be copied? That's not scientific!"
He paced back and forth in front of the lab bench, muttering to himself.
His deputy D.A. Sinclair, was equally pale.
But he dared not disturb them.
He knew that the doctor was at a critical point of breakthrough.
Every time the doctor displays this frenzied yet focused expression, it signifies the imminent birth of a revolutionary technology.
What did we overlook...? What did we overlook...?
Horton stopped and rushed to the control panel.
" Sinclair! Increase the power of the psycho-probes! Overclock them to 300%!"
"Doctor! That will burn the probe! And... and it will cause irreversible damage to the cell structure of the sample!"
Sinclair was horrified.
That Skrulls corpse is the only specimen.
"If it's burned, just apply for another one!"
Horton roared, "Execute the order!"
"Yes."
Sinclair entered commands on the control panel.
"Buzz--"
A buzzing sound rang out in the laboratory.
Dozens of silver probes connected to the Skrulls cerebral cortex began to emit a dangerous red glow at their ends.
The previously stable data flow suddenly became erratic!
Countless chaotic signals surged forth like snowflakes!
"It's useless! Still useless! It's all meaningless bioelectrical noise!"
Horton grabbed his hair in frustration.
"Doctor, look!"
Just then, Sinclair pointed to one of the unremarkable secondary screens.
That's a channel used to monitor fluctuations in quantum entanglement.
When all the data was in complete chaos, a baseline that was originally flat on the screen suddenly began to vibrate at an extremely faint yet regular frequency.
That frequency is very low.
Very stable.
Horton turned his head and stared intently at the undulating curve.
A few seconds later.
He smiled.
First came a low chuckle, then it turned into uncontrollable maniacal the Batman Who Laughs.
Hahaha... Hahahahahaha!
I found it!
I found it!
He rushed to Sinclair's side and slammed his hands heavily on his shoulders, so hard that Sinclair winced.
"Did you see that, Sinclair! Did you see that!"
"It's not bioelectricity! It's not genetic code! It's a frequency! A unique spiritual frequency!"
Horton's eyes were terrifyingly bright, burning with a mad Flame.
"Their transformation isn't due to the movement of cells! It's because this spiritual frequency resonates with every single cell! It's their consciousness telling the cells what they want to become!"
"This isn't mimicry! This is fucking idealistic biology! The soul is shaping the body!"
Sinclair was stunned by the doctor's theory.
soul?
frequency?
This goes beyond the scope of traditional biology.
"The boss wants a magic mirror that reveals all..."
Horton licked his chapped lips, his fervor intensifying.
"There's absolutely no need for complicated genetic scanning!"
"All we need is an antenna that can receive this special frequency! And a radio that can distinguish the voices of souls!"
The next seventy-two hours.
The entire lab went completely insane.
Dr. Horton, like an inexhaustible devil, directed all the researchers to begin a frantic reverse engineering project targeting that unique mental frequency.
They dismantled three particle colliders just for the superconducting coils inside.
They exhausted the entire base's reserves of rare metals to create a resonator capable of precisely capturing specific quantum fluctuations.
finally.
An ugly-looking machine, covered with all sorts of wires and cooling pipes, resembling a monster cobbled together from a junkyard, appeared in the center of the laboratory.
Dr. Horton named it the " Eye of Truth " prototype.
"Start the test!"
Sinclair placed a small piece of still-active Skrulls skin tissue into a specially made petri dish.
That green skin was gently wriggling in the petri dish.
Horton pressed the activation button for the " Eye of Truth ".
A scanning wave was emitted from the disc at the top of the machine and enveloped the skin tissue.
On the screen next to the machine, amidst countless background noise waves, a clear red signal peak was marked!
A line of green text pops up at the bottom of the screen.
[Target frequency detected: Skrull-Sigma-01]
[Identity: Skrulls ]
"Success!"
"We did it!"
Sinclair jumped up excitedly.
But there was no joy on Horton's face.
His expression grew even more hungry.
"Distinguishing them is only the first step."
He walked over to another instrument, a frequency jammer.
"Since this is a kind of singing..."
He muttered to himself.
"Then we can use noise to cover it up."
"Or... use the wrong beat, and make it completely out of tune."
On the control panel, he entered an interference waveform that was extremely similar to the "Skrull-Sigma-01" frequency, but with slight deviations.
"Start up."
"Doctor, no!"
Sinclair realized what he was trying to do.
But it was too late.
A piercing interference wave was silently emitted.
In the petri dish, the skin tissue that was previously twitching slightly suddenly began to convulse violently!
It frantically tried to transform.
It transformed into a metallic texture, then became as transparent as glass, and then turned into a pool of flowing liquid...
Its cells, under incorrect "instructions," descended into utter chaos.
"Frequency overload! Cell structure is collapsing!"
Sinclair looked at the monitoring data and screamed in terror.
One minute later.
The organization stopped struggling.
It completely lost all biological characteristics, turning into a pool of green slime emitting white smoke and showing no signs of life in the petri dish.
He died.
It was killed by a "wrong" frequency.
All the researchers stared blankly at the pool of slime.
This is more terrifying than any weapon.
This is the ability to conceptually erase a species.
Dr. Horton looked at his masterpiece and smiled with satisfaction.
He picked up the encrypted phone on the table and dialed the only number he needed to report to.
"Boss."
His voice trembled uncontrollably, a result of extreme excitement.
"I found it."
Lynn Morris's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Explain."
" The Skrulls. Their secret isn't their genes, it's their soul! A unique spiritual frequency!"
"I've built a machine that can distinguish them, no matter who they look like!"
Horton's breathing became rapid.
"And... boss..."
"We can not only identify them, but we can also kill them!"
"We only need to play the wrong frequency to cause their cells to collapse, turning them into a puddle of mud on the spot!"