The factory's Rust iron gate was kicked open from the outside.
Electric Claw, who had seized power Awakened Mutual Aid Society, took the lead, his body crackling with electricity.
"Monster! Come out and face your death!"
Behind him, fifteen " Avengers " surged in, their various abilities poised to be unleashed.
They saw those bizarre steel sculptures.
The rage of revenge had long since robbed them of the ability to appreciate or fear.
In their eyes, these are just graffiti by a madman.
A figure slowly emerged from the Shadow of the " Weeping Madonna " statue.
She was still wearing that same worn-out trench coat, and she still looked so thin and emaciated.
"That's him!"
Kill him!
Without the slightest hesitation, the Electric Claw pushed forward with both arms!
A thick torrent of lightning roared toward the Deconstructionist!
In response to this attack, Deconstructionist simply extended one finger.
The torrent of lightning stopped abruptly less than a meter from his body.
The electrical charges that make up lightning are forcibly neutralized, and the violent energy is stripped away.
Under the incredulous gaze of the Electric Claw, the bolt of lightning transformed into a harmless, dazzling band of light composed of countless light particles.
"Let's attack together!"
One of the team members, who could control Flame, roared and unleashed two fire dragons from his hands.
The concrete beneath the feet of a power-type ability user cracked as he charged forward like a heavy tank.
The Deconstructionist frowned in disgust.
It's noisy.
That's too vulgar.
Deconstructionist have lost their last bit of patience.
He will use the flesh and blood of these blasphemers to add a new treasure to his temple.
"Ah--!"
The screams of agony rose and fell.
One of the team members looked at his arm in horror as the hard bone was being forcibly pulled out of his flesh and blood, turning into streaks of white light that flew into the air!
The other team member's body was like a leaky sack.
The body's water was separated, and the person turned into a dried-up corpse within seconds!
Electric Claw watched helplessly as its companions were "dismantled" in the most cruel and incomprehensible way.
The last thing he saw was his own flesh and bones, and the metal ornaments of all his companions...
Everything in the air coalesced into a writhing mass of flesh and blood.
That mixture, under the will of Deconstructionist, was ultimately shaped into a throne made of flesh and bones...
The Deconstructionist slowly walked forward and sat down on the throne, which reeked of blood.
He wants the whole world to see it.
The consequence of resisting him is not death.
They don't even qualify to become dust.
Vought's propaganda machine once again defined the Carnage as "internal strife and self-destruction within a super-powered terrorist organization."
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Under Hannibal Lecter's shadow, the Deconstructionist image became increasingly mysterious and enigmatic, with some netizens even believing he was "acting on behalf of heaven" to clean up social garbage.
He was tired of these foolish ants.
A familiar sense of emptiness washed over him; he needed a grander stage, a canvas befitting his current status.
Hannibal's voice arrived as expected.
They don't understand you.
"Because they themselves are part of the lie."
"You should go to a place that holds the most exquisite and magnificent lies of humankind over thousands of years."
He handed a photograph to the Deconstructionist.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.
"Go then, and offer the most magnificent elegy to these false beauties."
Three days later, on a night when a torrential downpour was in full swing.
The crime and prosperity of New York were blurred by the heavy rain.
Deconstructionist appeared in front of the Metropolitan Museum of Art's grand main entrance.
He stretched out his pale hand and gently stroked the stone wall that was wet with rain.
It's as if you're caressing your lover's cheek.
The next day, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.
The museum was open to visitors as usual.
Everything seemed normal until the first scream shattered the tranquility of the exhibition hall.
An art student was about to copy Van Gogh's " Wheat Field with Cypresses " when she pointed at the canvas in horror, her lips trembling.
In that masterpiece, the richly colored oil paint peels off and curls up like dried soil.
Greek and Roman Sculpture Gallery.
A marble statue of Athena, hailed as the "beauty of tranquility," bears a face of pain that appears on her holy and noble countenance.
The most terrifying scene occurred in the Egyptian pavilion.
An elderly curator with white hair rushed over after receiving the report. He staggered and knelt down in front of a pharaoh's sarcophagus, tears streaming down his face.
The stone coffin, which had withstood the test of three thousand years and should have symbolized Eternity and immortality, was now seeping out streaks of dark red liquid that meandered along its surface.
The entire cultural scene in New York completely collapsed.
Panic has replaced the former prosperity.
Lynn Morris stood by the window, holding a glass of amber-colored whiskey. The ice in the glass showed no sign of melting, just like him, radiating a constant indifference.
He looked down at his "masterpiece".
The city is being reshaped into the way he desires under his will.
Motoko Kusanagi appeared silently behind him.
"Following the Metropolitan Museum of Art incident, New York City's fear index has reached its peak."
"Based on our model's projections, the public's fear and Abomination of out-of-control Metahuman will transform into an extreme thirst for a strong order within the next forty-eight hours."
"Public opinion polls show that support for the amendments to the Mandatory Superhuman Regulation Act has surged to 87%."
Our product is about to reach its perfect sales opportunity.
Lynn didn't turn around, but simply swirled the wine in her glass.
"Very good."
To others, this is a harbinger of the end times.
For him, this was just a milestone on his business plan that was about to be checked off.
Just then, an encrypted signal entered Motoko Kusanagi's communication channel.
"It's Ada."
Lynn gestured for her to answer the call.
Ada Wong's languid yet subtly sharp voice rang out, accompanied by a faint hissing of electricity in the background.
"Boss, our bait has caught a fish!"
"Within S.H.I.E.L.D.., Hydra's old friends have become unusually active lately, showing an extraordinary interest in Deconstructionist."
Ada paused.
"They believe this is a new force that can be replicated and weaponized. Pierce has secretly established a special research group, codenamed ' Ouroboros,' which is frantically collecting all data related to Deconstructionist."
This is what he's been waiting for.
Hydra, this group of paranoid lurking in the Shadow, obsessed with power and order, will never let go of any powerful force.
"Very good, Ada."
"Since they are so eager for knowledge, let's generously give them some."
You mean...?
Give them some clues.
"Inadvertently, I revealed some truths to them about the capabilities of Deconstructionist."
"For example, this power originates from the resonance between a rare Cosmic Rays and a specific gene sequence."
"Or, to imply that this is a byproduct of one of Vought's failed artificial deity projects, requiring an extremely demanding serum formula and mental state to activate."
"In short, we need to convince them that this path exists, but it's extremely difficult to walk."
Ada Wong understood Lynn's intentions.
This is a thousand times more vicious than direct confrontation.
This is to force Hydra to exhaust their most precious resources and time on a dead end paved with lies, chasing an unattainable Phantom.
"I understand. I will prepare a sufficiently elaborate and complex research report for them."
Communication cut off.
Motoko Kusanagi looked at Lynn.
"Boss, you anticipated Hydra's reaction from the very beginning."
"This is not expected, Motoko."
Lynn looked out the window again.
"That's human nature."
When a pack of hungry wolves sees a sheep that can produce an unlimited amount of meat, their first reaction is never to wonder why the sheep exists, but rather how to possess it.
"And I simply handed them the wrong key."