Mandarin stood atop an abandoned industrial building, a thick layer of smog rolling behind him. Dim sunlight forced its way through the clouds, casting a gloomy glow over the scene. Draped in a black cloak and wearing a dark mask, his eyes were cold and cunning—filled with malice and terror.
Across global television networks, people held their breath, waiting to hear what this mysterious leader of the Desperate Warriors had to say.
"People of the world, President Matthew Ellis… and all you foolish viewers watching this broadcast."His Mandarin was icy and piercing, like a voice from hell.
He smiled faintly, amusement flickering in his eyes. He lifted a black box in his hand, fiddling with it while he continued speaking.
"Matthew Ellis, this is a gift for you. I hope you enjoy it—because it will be the greatest gift of your life."His tone was low and dripping with contempt.
Mandarin suddenly opened the box. Inside was an ordinary-looking stone. Yet he looked into the camera and gave a meaningful grin.
"You're probably wondering what this is, right? This is no ordinary stone. I personally selected it. It represents my hatred and contempt for you."His voice grew manic, consumed by darkness.
Mandarin threw the stone at the camera. The screen instantly turned black.The world was stunned—his chilling behavior left viewers in shock.
Then his mocking voice returned:"Oh, and one more thing. Your so-called 'Patriot' armor pilot, James Rhodes, has already been captured by our Desperate Warriors. You idiotic government officials really thought that pile of scrap metal could protect you? Pathetic."
Around the globe, audiences watched Mandarin's taunts with horror and anger—fear for President Ellis, and dread for the fate of James Rhodes.
"You're playing with fire, Desperate Warrior!" a media reporter shouted, echoing the thoughts of many.
Mandarin seemed to hear it but only laughed harder."Perhaps. But all I'm doing is showing you a simple truth: your 'order' and 'security' are nothing but illusions. Before me, you're worth nothing."
His arrogance was overwhelming—challenging global authority itself.
He continued his chilling speech, mocking governments, security agencies, and the international community for their weakness and stupidity. His words were laced with rage toward society, disdain for order, and deep mistrust of the world.
Viewers trembled as they listened, feeling an unsettling sense of helplessness—as if no power could stop this deranged warrior.
But just when despair peaked, a bolt of lightning ripped through the night sky.
Electro appeared on-screen.
His towering figure, determined eyes, and radiating energy sent a wave of hope through viewers.
Mandarin paused mid-speech, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.Then he smirked coldly, pretending not to care.
"Electro—you're here. Ready to serve your precious president? Hahaha!"Despite his taunts, sweat formed in his palms.
"I finally found you," Electro said, casting a glance at the surrounding Desperate Warriors.
Their bodies tensed—they all knew Electro's power was terrifying.
Electric arcs danced around Electro, forming a crackling shield of raw energy.
"Desperate Warriors," Electro said, voice calm but unyielding, "lay down your weapons and surrender. Your actions bring nothing but suffering. I don't wish to harm you. But if you insist on defying justice—I will not show mercy."
He noticed a camera in the distance and added,"Next time, I should really destroy that camera myself."
But the Desperate Warriors ignored his warning. Their skin began to radiate heat, scorching the surrounding air.
One warrior roared and lunged, his body erupting in flames. He leapt toward Electro, claws outstretched.
Electro simply raised a hand.
A single bolt of lightning struck the warrior mid-air.
The man screamed as electricity engulfed his body, ripping through him mercilessly.
Seeing this, the other Desperate Warriors attacked together, flames blazing from their burning skin.
Electro did not flinch.Electricity surged around him, forming a shimmering web. Their attacks bounced off, repelled by his charged aura.
He clenched his fists—electric arcs snapping loudly—and dashed forward, punching a warrior square in the chest.
Cracks burst across the man's body, flames and lightning roaring around him as he collapsed with a shrill cry.
"Next."
Crackle—!
Electro vanished and reappeared behind another warrior, slamming a fist into his face.
Boom!
"Who's next?" he said calmly.
The warriors panicked. Their attacks had no effect. Fear overtook them.
Several virus-enhanced fighters rushed at him from all directions, searching desperately for a weakness.
Electro maintained perfect composure, dodging each attack.The ground melted under the extreme heat of their bodies, buildings glowing red-hot.
One warrior struck Electro, his burning fist smoking—but Electro grasped his wrist, sending a jolt through his arm.
The man howled, collapsing instantly.
Too explosive!
Electro's legs crackled with electricity. He spun and delivered a devastating kick to another warrior's jaw.
The impact blasted the man across the rooftop and into a wall of bricks.
The fight wasn't over. Electro materialized in front of another attacker, thrusting a lightning-infused palm into his chest. A brilliant arc pierced his heart, electricity surging through him until he dropped lifelessly.
The rest of the warriors, terrified, retreated in panic.
Electro did not pursue.He stood motionless, electricity swirling around him like a war god.
A violent explosion shook the rooftop.
Electro raised his right hand, electricity gathering intensely.
"You don't have much time to run."
Boom!
The electric blast shot into the sky—then suddenly split apart.
"Split… split! Split!"Warriors screamed as dozens of lightning arcs descended like hunting snakes.
"This is impossible!" one shouted.
Electro remained expressionless as his lightning chased them down, striking each warrior mercilessly. Their bodies spasmed, scorched by electricity, filling the air with the smell of burnt flesh before collapsing.
Meanwhile, Mandarin turned to flee—only to find Electro standing in front of him.
Mandarin dropped to his knees immediately, trembling.
"Please don't kill me! I'm just an actor! My name is Trevor Slattery! They hired me to play the Mandarin. I don't know anything about their real plans! They forced me into this!"
Electro stared coldly, silent and unmoving.
Trevor babbled frantically:"I'll give you everything I know! I'll help you expose the Desperate Warriors' plans! Just don't kill me!"
Electro studied him for a moment before speaking:
"If you truly help us uncover their scheme, I may consider sparing you. But you will cooperate—with nothing hidden."
Trevor nodded desperately."Yes! I will! Just don't kill me!"
He looked up again—
And saw Electro staring blankly.
Boom.
Trevor fainted on the ground.
Electro glanced at him, then grabbed him and flew toward S.H.I.E.L.D.
Viewers watching the live broadcast erupted in cheers, chanting Electro's name louder and louder.
"As long as the heroes of the Hawke Group take action," the narrators declared,"the Desperate Warriors' threat will be completely eliminated."
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