Geneva, Palace of Nations.
This building, a symbol of the highest order of modern human civilization, is bathed in warm sunlight.
France representative Henry stood in the center of the podium.
This gentleman, usually known for his elegance, acted like a shrew arguing in a market, his face red and neck bulging.
He pounded on the seventy-year-old mahogany lectern, spittle flying under the spotlight.
"Everyone! Wake up! How long are we going to keep deceiving ourselves?!"
Henry roared into the Mike, his voice carried to everyone's ears through simultaneous interpretation.
"We're talking about the safety of all humanity! Not those fluctuating red and green numbers on Wall Street, nor the inflated stock prices of Vought International!"
He waved his arm, pointing to the photo of the Soldier Boy and the Homelander on the big screen, his eyes filled with disgust.
" Vought International's superheroes have completely crossed the line!"
"This is not a gift from God; it's a sword of Damocles hanging over all of us, or even an uncontrolled nuclear weapon! Today they can put on a show in New York, tomorrow they could burn down Paris or London at their whim!"
A cacophony of agreement erupted from the audience.
"That's right! They must be restricted!"
" Metahuman must be subject to United Nations oversight! Without collars, wild beasts will eventually devour them!"
"We can't let Vought have a monopoly! We must seize the initiative!"
A group of politicians who would argue for three days and three nights over tariffs and borders were surprisingly united at this moment.
After all, nobody wants a group of "gods" in this world who can crush them with a flick of their wrist.
Henry couldn't help but smile as he listened to the cheers from the audience.
After this speech, his approval rating in China will definitely Rocket.
He felt that he was now radiating the light of righteousness, a pioneer leading mankind to resist tyranny, and the Moses of his time.
"If we just let this go on, sooner or later—"
Unfortunately, his shining moment ended there.
Hundreds of tiny black dots plummeted straight down from the sky.
A young secretary in the lobby glanced up unintentionally, her pupils contracting.
"What... what is that?"
The next second, a loud bang ended all the doubts.
"Splash--!!!"
Glass shards mixed with a black figure crashed to the ground.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull thuds of impact echoed one after another.
"Oh God!"
"Attack! It's a terrorist attack!"
The screams of representatives from various countries erupted, and the once elegant elites were now running around in a panic.
Henry?
The hero who had just been about to "put a collar on a ferocious beast" was faster than anyone else. He immediately crawled under the podium, covered his head with his hands, stuck his butt out high, and trembled.
The smoke and dust cleared.
The invaders wore uniform black bodysuits and hoods with crude white bone patterns painted on their faces.
"Babble--!!!"
"Security! Where is security?!"
The Secret Service, responsible for security at the venue, responded quickly.
Dozens of elite agents rushed out from the side door, their Glock pistols and P90 submachine guns' dark muzzles locked onto the strange men in the center of the hall.
"Don't move! Get down! Or we'll shoot!"
warn?
No one heeded the warnings.
The most recent Shocker Combatant lunged forward with a powerful push of his legs.
"Bang!"
The agent decisively pulled the trigger.
The bullet struck the combatant precisely in the chest, exploding into a spray of blood.
For an ordinary person, this would at least render them incapacitated, if not dead.
But the Shocker Combatant swayed slightly, and even became more ferocious due to the stimulation of bloodshed.
"What?!"
The agent was terrified. Before he could finish off the enemy, the shadowy figure was already on top of him.
There were no sophisticated fighting techniques involved.
The strange man plunged the dagger in his hand into the gap in the agent's bulletproof vest, then opened his mouth and bit down hard on the agent's unprotected carotid artery through the mask.
"Pfft!"
"Aaaaaah! Help! He's eating me!"
"Monsters! They're all monsters!"
"Fire! Open fire! Shoot the head! Forget about humanitarian conventions!"
The security captain's eyes were bloodshot as he roared.
Gunshots rang out continuously in the hall, and the smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of blood quickly filled the air.
Shocker Combatant are completely unaware of pain and fear.
Even if their intestines spill out, even if their arms are broken, they will still rush at them the Batman Who Laughs, biting with their teeth and scratching with their fingernails.
The surviving dozen or so elite security guards retreated to the vicinity of the podium, using the overturned mahogany tables and chairs to build their final defensive fortifications.
"Hold on! Rescue is on its way! Hold on!"
The security captain, his face covered in blood, changed his magazine while trying to encourage his men, who were on the verge of collapse.
"Ee--! Ee--!"
Those eerie screams that sent chills down your spine rose and fell, as if mocking human fragility.
"Boom!"
The two explosion-proof metal doors in the lobby bulge inwards at an astonishing arc.
Immediately afterwards--
"Thump!!!"
Several Shocker Combatant who couldn't dodge in time were smashed into mincemeat by the door panel.
A tall figure appeared in the doorway, backlit.
Shocker Rider No. 1, Bucky Barnes, makes his appearance.
The Shocker Combatant automatically parted to the sides, clearing a bloody path leading to the podium.
The security captain raised his gun with trembling hands.
"Stop... stop! Who are you?!"
Bucky stopped and tilted his head slightly.
He raised his left hand.
No nonsense.
The left arm, which was originally in its normal form, expanded, and several thick, dark red tentacles shot out!
This is the power of evolution!
The tentacles covered a distance of twenty meters, and the security captain's throat tightened as he was lifted into the air.
The tentacles were tightly wrapped around his neck, their fine barbs digging deep into his flesh.
Bucky tightened his grip on his fingers, his expression unchanged.
"Click."
Crisp and melodious.
The captain didn't even have time to scream before his cervical spine was shattered.
The remaining agents completely broke down and frantically pulled the trigger at Bucky.
"Da da da da!"
A dense hail of bullets struck the dark green armor, but only managed to send up a few feeble sparks.
A stray bullet even struck his bare cheek, but it didn't even leave a white mark.
An agent attempted a sneak attack from the side, Bucky casually swung his left arm.
"Puff!"
The bone spike shot out and easily pierced the agent's skull.
The last security guard lay in a pool of blood, convulsing meaninglessly in his final moments.
He walked up to the podium and kicked away Henry, the France representative who had been so arrogant just moments before but was now cowering and pretending to be dead.
In front of them was a global live-streaming camera that was still intact.
Everyone held their breath, staring intently at the man on the screen.
Bucky extended his left hand and pulled a flag from his pocket, displaying it to the camera.
There was no impassioned political declaration.
They had no leverage to demand a ransom.
He merely opened his mouth slightly and uttered the word that would soon become a nightmare of the new era:
" Shocker."
Sizzle--!
Signal interrupted.
On this day, the peace dove died.
Fear has officially ascended the throne.