The sea surged violently, waves rising like mountains and crashing with thunderous force. The howling sea wind whipped the flags on the warships until they snapped and cracked in the air.The USS Paul Ignatius, an Arleigh Burke-class destroyer, still bore the scorched scars of radiation burns — it was the only destroyer that had survived a direct hit from the radiation beam.
Inside the command room of the USS George Washington aircraft carrier, Nick Fury sat in silence, staring at the giant operations screen. On it flickered the seismic readings from the detectors installed around Fukushima, showing faint underground tremors.
The very night Norman Osborn appeared at the Fukushima nuclear plant, Fury had flown directly from the United States to Japan and set up his command center aboard the carrier.
"We've detected movement—Godzilla's on the move!"
An officer immediately marked Godzilla's trajectory on the tactical display and redirected nearby drones to monitor the anomaly.
Moments later, high-altitude drone footage began streaming onto the screen.
"It's Winston Johnson."
Fury's expression darkened instantly.According to earlier intelligence, Freddy Rada and Winston Johnson had already split up from Norman Osborn. S.H.I.E.L.D. had deployed nearly all available forces to hunt them down, laying a net across the globe—yet now Winston Johnson had appeared right under their noses at Fukushima, completely undetected.
It felt like a slap to Fury's face.
He forced himself to calm down, suppressing the anger boiling in his chest. Getting angry wouldn't solve anything.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s plan was clear: keep Godzilla contained on the Japanese islands, stall for time until Titan was fully completed, and then engage in a decisive battle on Japanese soil.
All this time, both the U.S. military and S.H.I.E.L.D. had been monitoring Godzilla's movements nonstop, terrified he might suddenly leave Japan. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity — both Titan and Godzilla were colossal beings of unimaginable destructive power. A battle between them on American soil would be catastrophic. If the fight could stay overseas, so much the better.
They had already chosen several possible battle zones across Japan — nuclear plants, radioactive waste storage sites, and other areas rich in radioactive materials. Fukushima Nuclear Power Plant was one of them.
The Self-Defense Forces had already evacuated nearby civilians.After what had happened in Fukushima last time, they had experienced firsthand how terrifying Godzilla truly was—many of them had nearly wet their pants in fear.
The so-called "martial artists," who once could fight modern heavy weapons on equal footing, were utterly helpless before Godzilla—like infants before a mountain. They were defeated in a single instant.
"Should we launch an airstrike?"
The monitoring drone carried two Hellfire anti-tank missiles—nothing to Godzilla, but more than enough to eliminate the much weaker Winston Johnson.
Fury hesitated, then shook his head and rejected the tempting suggestion.Winston had a long list of sins, true—but now was not the time to kill him.
He couldn't risk provoking Norman Osborn into a rampage over Winston's death.If Osborn lost control and unleashed destruction back on American soil, even the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. couldn't shoulder that kind of disaster.
Tony Stark sat nearby, taking long gulps from a bottle of chlorophyll solution while scraps of metal floated around him.A compact Mk4 drone, hovering like a tiny satellite, orbited above his head.
The Mk4 was no bigger than a basketball, powered by a miniature Arc Reactor. It used internal turbine engines to stay airborne and had wireless charging capability—able to power Tony's chest electromagnet within a fifty-meter radius.
For the first time, he no longer needed that bulky, ugly battery pack on his chest.
Without the glaring Arc Reactor embedded in his chest, Tony's health improved rapidly, and the Titan Project progressed faster than ever.
Beneath S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, the vast weapons manufacturing complex had been expanded yet again.There, towering like a mountain, Titan sat in the center of the facility, surrounded by scaffolding and showered in the flicker of welding sparks. Engineers from both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Stark Industries worked tirelessly, threading bundles of cabling through the massive frame.
Titan's main body was now complete.Even its composite armor plating had been fully forged—only final installation remained.
Tony Stark's design for Titan's primary weapon was a 356mm electromagnetic cannon with a 70-caliber barrel, powered by an integrated Arc Reactor.The entire weapon was modular, designed to lock securely onto Titan's arms. It carried eighteen rounds, with additional ammunition supplied from the orbital Veronica weapon platform.
Each 768-kilogram alloy shell could be accelerated to Mach 7. The sheer kinetic energy alone could obliterate nearly any target.
From the battles of Mk2 and Mk3 against Godzilla, Tony had gathered vast amounts of data.According to his calculations, even if Godzilla's scales increased linearly in defensive strength with body size, this railgun could still pierce and heavily wound him—even at full maturity.
The secondary weapons included dual plasma pulse cannons on each arm, capable of firing bursts of superheated plasma exceeding ten thousand degrees.
Inside Titan's chest missile bays were 48 launch tubes, loaded with cruise missiles, anti-air missiles, and newly designed super-heavy armor-piercing warheads developed specifically for Godzilla.
For close combat, Titan was equipped with a chain-sword linked directly to its neural system at the waist, and impact gauntlets mounted on its forearms.
Nearly every weapon had been designed with one goal: to counter Godzilla.The chain-sword, missile bays, and impact gauntlets were already installed—the missiles themselves were the last remaining step.
"So? What do you think?"
Tony tossed his empty chlorophyll bottle into a trash bin, crossed his arms proudly, and looked at Steve Rogers standing before him.
All his life, Tony had grown up hearing his father, Howard Stark, talk endlessly about Steve Rogers. He'd been compared to Captain America since childhood—an irritation that had festered for decades.
Watching Steve's helpless struggle against Godzilla had finally let Tony vent a bit of that old resentment.
"Incredible… absolutely incredible," Steve murmured, tilting his head back to gaze up at the enormous Titan. "If we'd had something like this seventy years ago… World War II might never have happened."
Tony smirked, only half-concealing his pride."In about three days, Titan will be fully operational. After that, we'll transport it to the Chihuahua Desert for testing. You'll need to familiarize yourself with the controls as soon as possible."
He said it grudgingly.
Nick Fury had personally designated Steve Rogers as Titan's pilot. The weapon was far too powerful to entrust to anyone else. Only the righteous, dependable Captain America could be trusted to wield it safely.
Fine, Tony thought darkly. Then I'll just build another one.
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