"Our disguise is flawless."
Several Skrulls disguised as high-ranking human officials were conversing in low voices.
"Even human iris scans can't detect any abnormalities in us. How could they possibly find us all in twenty-four hours? This is just psychological warfare from that President!"
"Exactly. As long as we blend into the crowd, they won't dare to open fire indiscriminately."
Arrogance and wishful thinking became their final death warrants.
Meanwhile, Vought International demonstrated terrifying industrial efficiency.
With the support of 'Capsule Technology,' a deployment that would have originally taken months was compressed into a single day.
A million V-Sentinels had completed comprehensive deployment in major cities across the globe.
The forty-eight-hour deadline finally hit zero on a certain morning.
On the morning streets, people were still rushing about. Although they had just experienced an apocalyptic crisis, life had to go on, and many had already begun trying to return to their original routines.
Suddenly, a rhythmic sound of metallic footsteps echoed from both ends of the street.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The crowd stopped in their tracks, looking toward the source of the sound in surprise.
Countless robots, about 1.5 meters tall with silver-gray streamlined armor, flooded onto the streets from all directions.
They lacked superfluous facial features, possessing only a single red horizontal scanner, while high-energy pulse emitters were integrated into their arms.
Most notably, Homelander's iconic, friendly smiling face was uniformly spray-painted onto their metal breastplates.
Initially, the people on the street felt a sense of panic upon seeing these sudden steel machines.
A middle-aged man in a suit holding a cup of coffee retreated in fear as he saw a V-Sentinel walking straight toward him.
"What... what do you want?"
The V-Sentinel ignored him, walking right past him and continuing forward.
It didn't stop until it reached a young woman waiting in line for a hot dog.
There was no warning, nor were any rights read.
"Biu!"
A pulse beam pierced directly through the young woman's head.
The woman didn't even have time to scream before she fell straight down into a pool of blood.
"Aaaah!! Murder!"
The surrounding crowd erupted in panicked screams, scattering in all directions, thinking these robots had lost control and begun a massacre of civilians.
But a few seconds later, the fleeing crowd stopped.
They looked back to see the headless female corpse on the ground suddenly ripple across its surface.
The originally fair skin rapidly turned into a coarse light green, and the body structure mutated, turning into an ugly Skrull corpse.
"It's an alien... she was an alien monster!" someone shouted.
Looking at the Homelander smile on the Sentinel robots' chests, the people suddenly felt an immense sense of security.
"Good kill! Take out these monsters!"
"Long live Homelander! Long live Vought!"
The street erupted in warm applause and cheers.
No one sympathized with the green corpse; some even walked up and spat fiercely on it.
The same scene played out across the world in London, Paris, Markvis, Berlin, and elsewhere.
The clearing efficiency of the V-Sentinel robots was horrifyingly high.
Their gene-scanning radars could accurately lock onto any living organism containing Skrull genes within a 200-meter range.
Once identified as a Skrull, the Sentinel's pulse beam would accurately pierce their head or heart in the next second.
The Skrulls finally panicked.
The disguises they relied on for survival were useless before these tireless mechanical hounds.
Inside a large shopping mall.
A cornered Skrull, with a frenzied expression, grabbed a young mother holding a baby and pressed a gun against her temple.
"Back off! Everyone back off!" the Skrull roared crazily at a V-Sentinel that was closing in. "Take one more step and I'll blow her head off! Let me go!"
The young mother wept loudly in terror, and the baby in her arms let out a heart-wrenching cry.
The surrounding onlookers broke into a cold sweat, watching the scene tensely.
The V-Sentinel stopped its advance.
Seeing this, the Skrull thought his threat had worked, and a smug sneer appeared on his face. "Get me a car! Hurry up!"
However, the V-Sentinel was merely calculating the trajectory.
They had no emotional modules; their logic consisted of only one command: Terminate the target.
"Biu!"
A pulse beam shot from the Sentinel's arm, passing directly through the young mother's shoulder.
"Ah!" the woman screamed in pain.
After piercing the woman's shoulder, the beam accurately shattered the heart of the Skrull hiding behind her.
Purple blood sprayed out as the Skrull's eyes widened, and his heavy body crashed to the ground.
The young mother collapsed to the floor clutching her bleeding shoulder, but both she and her child survived.
The people in the mall looked at the injured woman, momentarily stunned.
In the past, someone would have surely jumped out to accuse Vought's robots of disregarding human life and ignoring hostage safety.
But something unexpected happened.
The citizens who witnessed everything did not feel anger toward the Sentinel robot's decision to fire after their brief shock.
Instead, they showed an unusual level of understanding.
"You can't blame Vought's robot... it was that damn alien using a hostage as a shield!"
"Right! Everything is the Skrulls' fault! If the robot hadn't fired, the alien would have killed her anyway!"
"Vought's robots are just performing their mission to protect Earth; they are not at fault!"
Paramedics arrived on the scene and quickly moved to treat the woman's wound.
Despite her intense pain, the woman actually told the interviewing reporter: "Thank you, Homelander. If Vought's robot hadn't killed that alien monster, he definitely would have killed me and my child."
The crowd at the scene also spontaneously broke into applause.
At this point, the Skrulls finally fell into despair.
They no longer harbored any delusions. Disguises were useless, taking hostages was useless, and human public opinion even overwhelmingly supported Vought's violent enforcement.
The remaining hundreds of thousands of Skrulls abandoned their comfortable lives in human cities.
They fled the cities in groups, ducking into deep mountains, desolate deserts, and polar ice fields in an attempt to escape this cold and ruthless unilateral slaughter.
But it was all in vain.
After clearing the human cities, swarms of Sentinel robots began spreading toward the suburbs, wilderness, and deep mountains.
Like tireless gods of death, they conducted carpet searches of every corner.
And for Markvis in the Pacific, a terrifying disaster was also raging in the darkness...