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Then the world turned to fire. Three months later, Marvin Hinton—Roadblock—stood in a dusty Kabul back alley, no longer a Joe, just a ghost. The surviving members of his unit fit in one safe house: Lady Jaye, sharp as broken glass, and Flint, whose jaw stayed clenched so tight it could crush diamonds. The world thought G.I. Joe was dead. Framed. Erased by a U.S. President who wasn't a man, but a mask—Zartan, the master of disguise.

Zartan pulled a sidearm, aiming for Roadblock’s exposed neck. g.i.joe 2

Yo Joe.

Roadblock stepped out of the smoke, dual heavy machine guns roaring. Then the world turned to fire

Behind it, beaten but unbroken, was Snake Eyes. His mask cracked, but his sword still sharp. The final showdown happened on the launch floor of Zeus itself. The President/Zartan, flanked by the mountain-strong Firefly, prepared to fire the first rod—target: London. A show of force to make the world kneel. The world thought G

Roadblock and Lady Jaye breached the cliffside armory while Flint caused a diversion using a hijacked Cobra HISS tank. Inside, the halls were a cathedral of chrome and cruelty. Storm Shadow, freed from his blood debt to Zartan, moved in the shadows—but not as an enemy. A flick of his wrist, and a Cobra Vipers fell with a silent shuriken in his throat.