Another Time and Space, 2046, Conference Center, United Nations Headquarters, New York, USA.

The conference hall, which could accommodate 1,800 people, was filled at this time, and the vast hall reverberated from time to time with the sound of humming disputes, people of different colors and dresses arguing, each of them suppressed anger and fear, and from time to time there were shrill roars in the room.

Until a soldier in a dark blue military uniform with a serious expression walked in through the gate facing everyone's backs, and walked forward along the passage between the seats, several people turned their heads and accidentally saw him, and even pursed their lips tightly and said no more.

The soldier's footsteps grew faster and faster, and more and more people turned to see him, which made the people in the hall gradually quiet.

A four-star admiral's gown could not hide the figure of the elderly soldier, who had bronzed skin, a stout body, a stubborn and powerful gaze, and a look full of scorching steel.

He walked all the way to the podium and glanced down with a faint gaze, not greeting the people in the General Assembly Hall with the usual diplomatic greetings, but soon, as his gaze continued to wander, even the most chattering politicians shut their mouths.

When the entire hall fell silent, the four-star general coughed lightly, and said in a slow and heavy tone: "I am the chairman of the US Joint Chiefs of Staff, Martin Warfield, and now it is up to me to announce the list of the dead in this counterattack, and see what humanity has lost due to our superficiality and short-sightedness!" ”

He opened the document bag in his hand, and the entire venue fell silent, and for a while, everyone's eyes were fixed on the light blue folder in his hand.

"Elaine Konstantin and her team are now confirmed to have all been killed."

"What, oh, no ......!" A polite and personable British official stood up in exclamation, leaned forward, as if to go up and grab Warfield by the neck to ask him clearly, but before he could take a step, he quickly realized his faux pas, and quickly bowed and apologized, and sat down uneasily.

"Is even MI5's best spy dead?" Someone whispered, a hint of horror in his eyes.

"I've long said these guys are unreliable." Someone whispered.

"'Salted Fish' Fuz and his team were all killed in the retreat battle of the Star Gate." Martin Warfield's deep voice continued to echo through the halls.

A German official, who had been standing since Warfield entered the field, did not sit in the seat designated for him, and his body, which had been standing straight and stiff, could not help but tremble when he heard this, he raised his head, and saw countless sympathetic eyes staring at him, and immediately said nothing, slowly lowered his head, he took off his hat, and buried his body in his coat.

"He will always be the pride of Bremen......," the German official muttered.

"Egdius Variosus, killed in the defense of the Stargate, is our hero, ma'am."

This time, the general's last two sentences, his voice was slightly softer, but he was speaking to a beautiful woman sitting in the corner, wearing a gray coat, looking good, but at this time trembling her body, it was the well-known female star in Lithuania, Adita, and the wife of the woman named Egdius Variosos.

Household names kept coming out of Warfield's mouth, and his tone was calm, and his voice was deep and powerful, as if none of this had anything to do with him, while the people seated under him grew more and more desperate with his voice.

"Enough!" A black man in a double-breasted brown coat stood up in the back row, took off his scarf, threw it on the table angrily, pointed his finger at Warfield and roared: "You despicable Americans, you have the most powerful power on the planet, but you will only send us weak people to death!" ”

The sound was like a sharp arrow that pierced the silence of the room, and many people forgot their apprehension and sadness, and looked at Warfield and the American diplomats present with angry eyes.

"Yes, why are the heroes of our country who die......"

"They are our spiritual pillars, the backbone of a nation and a nation, but they are meaninglessly consumed by you on the battlefield......"

Several officials wanted to rush to the front desk, but were stopped by the security guards who were present to maintain order, and the scene became chaotic for a while, and the current chairman of the United Nations General Assembly, who had been calm and silent, picked up the hammer on the table, knocked it lightly a few times, and the sound of thumping spread, which restored the chaotic situation for a while.

It wasn't until order was fully restored that Warfield raised his head and glanced indifferently at the black man, who was like an elephant provoked by an ant, only twitched the muscles on his face slightly, and then lowered his head and continued to read in his usual tone: "The American citizens killed in the retreat are: Charlie Tebrinder, Agos Ruman, Star Caller Eislia, Josepham Pommerang, Wade Wilson, Max Eisenhardt, James Howlett, Peter Parker, Luke Cage, MattMurdoch, Reed Richards, Johnny Storm, Ben Graeme......"

Sky......

As a long list poured out of Warfield's mouth, all the diplomats were stunned by the unprecedented bad news, and no one knew the worth of these men better than they did.

The American diplomats trembled even more, trembling as they took out the list of previous battles from their pockets for comparison, and a strange uneasiness gradually grabbed their hearts.

Annihilation!

Despite repeated comparisons between the two lists in an attempt to find one or two lucky guys, everyone finally found out in despair that the heroes of the United States had suffered almost the greatest loss compared to other countries.

This is truly an unprecedented disaster.

"Even Wade Wilson is dead, I can't believe it." The French diplomat held his collar in one hand and whispered to the officials next to him to dispel his inner turmoil.

"yes, doesn't this kind of person say that he won't die?" The German official on one side shook his head bitterly.

“…… Other victims include Shang Qi, Li Feng, Wang Biao, Yao Fei, Fang Zhifu, and Michael Lu Zhishen. Warfield finally published the list of the victims of the Celestial Empire, which made the people of Western Europe breathe a big sigh of relief.

People fell silent, pondering how the world would continue in an age without legendary heroes.

Warfield slowly scanned the audience, giving the bureaucrats who had not experienced a brutal war a buffer time, until everyone accepted the reality of this great defeat and wanted to seek further revelation on his face, and then slowly spoke: "Friends, let us remember these heroes who died heroically in the battle against alien creatures, and their heroic spirits will live forever!" ”

With that, he raised his arms and gave a solemn military salute.

"Heroes live forever!"

The soldiers present all stood up and saluted in unison, and the diplomats also stood up in silence.

"Gentlemen, ladies," said before many could be relieved of their mourning, but Warfield's voice rang out again, this time with a high-pitched and powerful voice, and the veins in his forehead even swelled with it.

"Let's put aside the worries of the past, we are now fighting against an unprecedented threat to human civilization, we need more powerful forces, we need real superheroes! We need - transcendental! ”

Before he finished speaking, there was already a public uproar in the audience, and people couldn't care about their sadness and started talking about it.

"But......" The former dejected British official hesitated to his feet, nodded to the current chairman of the United Nations, who waved his hand, nodded his head, signaled that he could continue to speak, and then rubbed his face tiredly.

This is not the first time that he, the so-called president of the United Nations General Assembly, has dealt with such a chaotic and disrespectful scene these days.

The British official got the signal, grabbed the microphone on the table in front of him, stood up and said, "For hundreds of years, we have hidden the truth from the world. Those people, those powers, have always been able to exist only in children's books and third-rate novels that do not enter the stream, once they are completely integrated into this society, and that magical power is repeatedly exposed by the media in front of the public, what kind of changes will our world bring? How will the achievements of scientific and technological civilization, which mankind has always been proud of, deal with itself? Have we really considered the consequences? ”

Warfield's light blue eyes were fixed on the British official, and he was silent for a long time, until the latter was stared at by him and put down the microphone a little weakly, and his voice sounded like a roar of steel: "Sir, the most urgent problem that human civilization should face now is not the confusion of facing new things, not the confusion of some dusty secret archives being revealed, but whether it can continue to survive, and whether our race and civilization will not perish in this impending catastrophe. ”

"The age of peace is long gone, and the continuation of human civilization has reached the most dangerous moment, so we must have the help of the transcendental!"

Once again, the people on and off the stage began to talk about it, and from time to time there were sharp protests in the corners of the halls......

After a while, a petite figure stepped onto the podium, her smaller body, under the huge blue curtain behind her, looking extremely weak and helpless, but at the same time, she was one of the most powerful and powerful people of this era.

"Now we will mourn the fallen heroes, and the advance army office will announce the details of the victims. Later, we will move on to the next agenda of the Planetary Defense Council to vote on the Transcendental program......"

There was no usual buzzing in the audience, and the people who held the power of the world began to think about where humanity would go......