The White House.
It had been converted into a temporary command center.
At this moment, everyone had been dismissed, leaving only a spacious and brightly lit conference room.
The president sat at one end of the long table, with Alexander and several black-suited men who looked like bodyguards standing behind him.
Everyone's faces were tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Buzz!
A ripple of blue light suddenly spread through the air.
The power of the Space Stone!
A portal opened out of thin air.
The first to emerge was Loki, wearing a Ginyu Force uniform and a fawning expression.
Following closely was Maria, also in a humiliating battle suit, but with an icy demeanor.
The moment Alexander saw Maria, his pupils constricted sharply.
She was still alive?
And wearing such clothes?
Did she succeed? Did she manage to control that demon?
A glimmer of hope had just risen in Alexander's heart, only to be mercilessly crushed the next second.
"Everyone, listen."
Maria's face was expressionless, her voice as cold as a machine.
"All rise! Pay respects to the great Emperor of the Universe, the supreme commander of the Frieza Force—Lord Frieza!"
What?!
The president and Alexander were completely dumbfounded.
The commander of S.H.I.E.L.D. had betrayed them? And become the enemy's lackey?
Before they could react—
Tap... Tap...
Elegant footsteps echoed from within the portal.
Frieza, hands in his pockets, in a pristine white suit, slowly emerged from the blue light like a superstar walking the red carpet.
That invisible oppressive aura instantly filled the entire conference room.
The president felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a large hand, making it difficult to breathe. But he still forced himself to stand up, forcing a smile that was uglier than a cry.
"Wel...welcome, Mr. Frieza."
"This is an honor for America."
"Sit."
Frieza didn't even glance at him, walking straight to the head of the table—the president's original seat—and plopping down, even resting his feet on the table.
He had taken over as host.
"I heard you came to surrender?" Frieza twirled his fingers, asking nonchalantly.
The president gulped, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Y-yes. In the face of this power, we realized the insignificance of humanity."
"But, Mr. Frieza, Earth has seven billion people after all, and it's very troublesome to manage. We were wondering... if there could be a compromise?"
The president took out a document and shakily pushed it across.
"For example... we could transfer ownership of the Moon or Mars to you?"
"If you insist on territory on Earth, we could cede the Hawaiian Islands, or Australia, as your private domain..."
Before he could finish—
"Pfft—hahahaha!"
Frieza burst out laughing, bending over with mirth, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the entire universe.
"The Moon? Mars? Hawaii?"
Frieza abruptly stopped laughing, his scarlet eyes fixated on the president, and a terrifying killing intent instantly erupted.
"What kind of joke are you playing?"
"Trying to appease the Emperor of the Universe with barren, godforsaken planets like those?"
"Do you think I'm easy to deal with?"
Boom!
An invisible wave of energy exploded from Frieza, instantly covering the conference table with cracks. The president was knocked back into his chair, his face pale.
"No! It's not! We were discussing..." The president stammered in fear.
"Enough."
Frieza shook his head, looking bored.
"I thought you'd bring me some surprise but it's all this boring haggling."
"Since you refuse to be civil, don't blame me for being impolite."
With that, Frieza slowly stood up.
"The conversation is over. Prepare for judgment."
Just then, Alexander, who had been standing behind the president, suddenly pressed a miniature button in his hand.
"Act now!"
Buzz!
Without any warning, the space behind Frieza suddenly warped and a mass of red energy mist appeared out of thin air.
A woman in a red leather jacket, with a hint of madness and neurosis in her eyes, appeared behind Frieza.
Scarlet Witch, Wanda Maximoff!
This was Alexander's trump card—the ultimate result of Hydra's secret experiments.
Although Wanda was still young at this time, the power of her chaos magic was already beginning to show its edge.
"Control him!"
Wanda's hands glowed red, and she violently pressed them towards Frieza's temples.
If mental control succeeded, any Emperor of the Universe would obediently comply.
However—
"Too slow."
Frieza didn't even turn his head.
The instant Wanda's fingers were about to touch his skin, his hand, as if teleporting, reached back and grabbed.
He precisely gripped Wanda's slender, pale neck.
"Ugh..."
Wanda's pupils instantly dilated, and the red magical mist dissipated. She felt as if her neck was caught in an iron vice, and a sensation of suffocation immediately flooded her brain.
"A sneak attack?"
Frieza slowly turned around, lifting Wanda as if she were a small chick, holding her suspended in mid-air.
"Another boring trick."
"What? Is S.H.I.E.L.D. out of people? They're even sending out unweaned little girls like this?"
"Let her go!"
Just then, a silver flash instantly burst through the conference room door.
Quicksilver! Pietro Maximoff!
His speed was extreme, impossible for the naked eye to catch.
He held a specially made vibranium dagger, stabbing at Frieza's heart.
"Hmph, just a slightly faster fly."
Frieza didn't even glance at the silver flash. He merely raised his free left hand and flicked his index finger.
Whoosh!
A purple death beam instantly pierced through the air, accurately predicting Pietro's trajectory.
Pfft!
The silver flash came to an abrupt halt.
Pietro remained in his sprinting posture, stopping less than a meter in front of Frieza.
A charred, bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows.
The urgency and anger in his eyes had not yet faded, but his life had already ended.
Thud.
The body fell to the ground.
"No!!! Pietro!!!"
Wanda, whose neck was being squeezed, let out a heart-wrenching wail, tears instantly streaming down her face.
He was her only family! Her only brother!
"So noisy."
Frieza frowned, looking at the woman in his hand who was struggling frantically, even trying to use the chaos magic within her.
"However... she's quite attractive, with great potential." Frieza's killing intent receded slightly.
It would be a pity to kill her. A beauty of this caliber would be perfect for his harem.
"In that case..."
The Mind Stone in Frieza's pocket glowed yellow.
Buzz!
A powerful psychic force surged into Wanda's already shattered mental world.
"Become my slave."
A few seconds later, the madness and sorrow in Wanda's eyes gradually vanished, replaced by a vacant stare and submission.
"Loki. Maria."
Frieza released his grip, allowing Wanda to kneel on the ground, then looked at his two subordinates.
Loki and Maria had recovered from Wanda's mental control.
"You wild monkeys dare to ambush the great Emperor of the Universe!"
Loki was the first to jump out, pointing at the president and Alexander and cursing them furiously. He was genuinely angry. If his master died, the bomb in his head might explode too.
"Shameless! Despicable! You are seeking your own demise!"
Maria coldly stared at her former superior, Alexander. "Prepare to face the wrath of the Emperor of the Universe."
"This... this..."
The president slumped to the ground, looking at the corpse and the controlled Wanda, completely despairing.
It's over.
It's all over.
"Is this your last resort?"
Frieza clapped his hands, looking at these lambs ready for slaughter.
"Since you're so eager to die..."
A group of Secret Service agents and soldiers, armed with live ammunition, suddenly burst through the door.
"Fire!"
Countless bullets rained down.
Frieza didn't even bother to dodge, just waving his hand casually.
Boom!
An invisible wave of energy instantly swept out. All the bullets flew back, and all the soldiers were slammed against the wall like rag dolls, instantly turning into pools of flesh and blood.
The entire conference room instantly became a living hell.
Frieza turned his head, looking at the remaining president and Alexander.
"I originally intended to leave your bodies intact."
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two beams of light flashed and the world became quiet.
"Let's go."
Frieza didn't even glance at the corpses on the ground, as if he had merely stepped on a few ants.
He, along with Loki, Maria, and the hollow-eyed Wanda who obediently followed behind, smashed through the White House wall and walked onto the lawn outside.
At this moment, the perimeter of the White House was surrounded by countless troops and media helicopters.
All the long and short barrels were aimed at the figure emerging from the dust.
Live broadcast across the entire network!
Frieza slowly ascended, taking the three of them a thousand meters into the sky.
He looked down at the white building below, representing the highest human authority, at the armies facing him like a formidable enemy, and at the cameras.
He smiled.
A smile of extreme arrogance and wickedness.
"Since you believe that these ridiculous schemes can take me down..."
Frieza slowly raised his right hand. At the tip of his index finger, a purple energy ball began to frantically condense, compress, and expand.
The terrifying energy fluctuations caused the surrounding space to collapse, and black lightning coiled around the sphere.
It was an even more terrifying Death Ball than before.
Of course, it was a scaled-down version.
Frieza looked at the camera, his scarlet eyes revealing a cold indifference that saw through all the suffering in the world.
His voice echoed across the world.
"Then I'll show you what true divine power is."
Frieza gently pushed, and the Death Ball slowly descended.