"Ca... Carol, I know this looks bad, but I can explain!"
Turning to Sunday, William said, "Pull up all data on the transforming metal."
A holographic projection appeared in the spaceship's cockpit, and William began explaining—80% truth, 20% deception.
"About ten months ago, after building this spaceship model, I conducted a lunar flight test.
Just as I was about to land on the Moon, the ship's sensors detected unknown energy signatures appearing on the surface."
As William spoke, footage appeared—a scene of Decepticons preparing to ambush his ship, followed by William fleeing in his ship, dodging energy blasts.
Carol's attention was immediately drawn to the Decepticons.
Seeing this, William smirked slightly and continued,
"After being attacked, my only thought was to return to London, prepare properly, and then go back for revenge.
But as I re-entered Earth's atmosphere, I was intercepted by an alien metallic lifeform disguised as an F-22 fighter jet.
To buy myself time to investigate these extraterrestrials, I had no choice but to lead it toward Mars.
During the journey, using my ship's tools and my Mark armor, I built a powerful energy weapon."
Sunday cooperated seamlessly, projecting his Mark armor and the original energy weapon.
After reviewing the weapon's performance data, Carol unexpectedly found herself impressed.
Her expression softened slightly—after all, geniuses were always admired, regardless of the universe.
"When I reached Mars, I used a small trick to ambush and eliminate the Decepticon that had been chasing me."
As he said this, William appeared visibly excited.
"After obtaining this alien metallic lifeform, I spent my days conducting various experiments on Mars, and my nights returning to Earth through my portal, studying the transformation mechanisms of the Decepticons."
Since X-17's base was entirely enclosed, as long as Carol didn't see the outside environment, she would never suspect that the base was located on an alien planet.
By the time she finished reviewing Sunday's research on the transforming metal, she was already convinced—
The Sentinel Armor on William wasn't specifically designed to counter her.
The timeline didn't match.
The transforming metal had already been researched six months before she even arrived on Earth.
Noticing Carol's relaxed expression, William secretly smirked before continuing,
"But this breakthrough also came with a massive problem—
All artificially created Transformers turned out to be war-crazed killing machines, obsessed with destroying all carbon-based life."
Sunday projected footage of ten rogue Transformers attempting to escape the lab, only to be destroyed.
William continued, "At that point, the research had hit a wall, and I had no choice but to halt it.
After several days of reflection, I decided to combine the transforming metal technology with my Mark armor, which led to the initial blueprint for the Sentinel Armor.
Then, when I discovered the Skrulls, I'll be honest—from the moment I saw them, I was determined to study their genetic structure."
"You—!"
Carol's face darkened again, but William merely shrugged.
"Sorry, but back then, Skrulls were nothing more than invaders to me—enemies that needed to be researched and neutralized.
Carol, you were a soldier once. You should understand—if your home was invaded, and the target was you, would you honestly expect me to show mercy?
The only reason I didn't dissect the first Skrull I captured was because I feared that more would come if I killed him."
Carol thought about it and realized that she herself had been even more ruthless when she first encountered the Skrulls.
If it hadn't been for the fact that the Kree were mortal enemies with the Skrulls, she probably wouldn't have allied with them at all.
She sighed helplessly. "Fine, go on."
"Thank you." William smiled.
"Once I cracked the Skrull genetic code, one day, I suddenly thought—
What if I combined Skrull transformation genes with the Sentinel Armor?
Maybe the final result would be something truly remarkable."
William's expression turned intense as he pointed to his armor.
"You've seen the final product.
The Sentinel Armor doesn't just have all the features of my Mark Armor—
It can also morph at will, just like nanotechnology.
With this armor, I no longer need to go to a fixed location to equip myself—it provides constant protection.
The only thing I didn't expect was that the Skrull transformation gene could also absorb, replicate, and integrate superhuman abilities."
Carol stared at William, speechless.
But then, a realization hit her. "Wait—when exactly did you obtain my genetic material?"
"Exactly," William nodded. "I never did.
But this raises an even bigger concern."
At this point, William dropped the guilty act, replacing it with a grave expression of worry.
"Carol, maybe you haven't noticed, but the Skrulls infiltrated Earth years ago, disguising themselves as people in various social positions.
From the moment they started secretly integrating into society, their intentions were already suspicious.
And more importantly—if merely decoding their genetic structure allowed me to replicate part of your abilities,
what about a powerful Skrull?
Wouldn't they be able to directly copy both our strength and powers?"
"That's impossible!" Carol instinctively denied it—but when she saw William's serious expression, doubt crept into her mind.
After a long pause, she frowned.
"I need evidence. Not just theories."
Hearing this, William finally relaxed internally.
To divert Carol's focus from his armor, the best strategy was to give her a much bigger conflict and conspiracy—
Something so urgent and dangerous that she wouldn't have time to question his armor anymore.
"Sunday, pull up the interrogation video of the Skrull from the Buckingham Palace basement."
"Understood, SIR."
The footage played, showing William mercilessly firing a shot at the Skrull's cheek before even asking a question.
Carol glared at William disapprovingly.
William shrugged.
"That Skrull bastard had replaced Charles Cavendish, who shares a common ancestor with me.
So the moment I knew he was an imposter, why the hell would I be polite?
If I hadn't wanted to confirm whether Charles was still alive, that bullet would have gone through his head instead."
Carol, unaware that William never actually cared about Charles, simply sighed in frustration at his recklessness.
Then, she refocused on the video.
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