The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 370, 656, and 657: The Whereabouts of the "Tinker"
"Fuck you, you're all useless trash! You're a bunch of good-for-nothings!!"

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury flew into a rage, slammed his hand on the table, and launched into a tirade over the phone without holding back:

"What are you researchers doing, paying SHIELD to do? You can't even conduct such an important experiment properly... Don't you understand how important these symbiotes are to my future plans and strategic layout?"

The project manager didn't dare utter a sound on the other end of the phone, and could only silently listen to Nick Fury's emotional outpouring.

After berating for a while, Nick Fury finally calmed down. Considering the current 'rarity' of the [Symbiote], he immediately gave the order:
"Temporarily suspend all [symbiote splitting experiments], and restart them when a new batch of [symbiotes] is captured next time."

Right now, the most important project for Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. is the Titan Hunter Jaeger project, which he has placed high hopes on.

The 12 Symbiotes captured by Eddie Brock, paired up in twos, will be perfectly matched with the 6 new Titan Hunter mechs in the future.

In his grand plan, each symbiote is currently as indispensable as a key gear.

Therefore, even if any [Symbiote] is lost now, it will inevitably lead to a [Titan Hunter Mech] being unable to be officially deployed due to the lack of a pilot.

This will undoubtedly be a very heavy blow to S.H.I.E.L.D.

After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the PPDC spent tens of billions of dollars to purchase the complete remains of a total of six Titans, including Ghidorah and the MUTO which was accidentally destroyed in battle, from the Subspace Corporation.

These investments have nearly emptied the coffers of the PPDC organization and Nick Fury's personal coffers, since S.H.I.E.L.D.'s accounts were already quite empty...

Therefore, Nick Fury was on edge at this moment, absolutely not allowing any mishaps to happen to these symbiotes!
"call……"

After hanging up the phone, Nick Fury leaned back in his chair, looking exhausted. The large chair seemed unable to bear the weight of him, creaking slightly.

He kept rubbing his temples with his hands, his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape.

Sigh, I'm suffering inside, but I can't express it!

The enormous S.H.I.E.L.D. seemed like a pile of loose sand to him, with not even a single person who could help him share the heavy burden!

They're truly a bunch of useless idiots.

As expected, the responsibility of saving the Earth can only be shouldered by myself...

However, what Nick Fury didn't know was that it wasn't that the 12 symbiotes Eddie Brock handed over were incapable of splitting.

Instead, in order to better control Eddie Brock, the puppet, Nar, the "God of Symbiotes," remotely "locked down" the splitting abilities of these "Loyal Symbiotes."

So even though Eddie Brock can now command tens of thousands of Symbiotes, looking at the entire Earth, the only Symbiotes that truly possess the ability to split autonomously are the two that Carl has had their consciousness erased and made into Symbiote suits.

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Outside a small family farm in the suburbs of Queens, New York.

The gloomy sky seemed like a huge lead plate, pressing heavily on the earth.

Black Widow, dressed in a tight-fitting combat suit with a pistol at her waist, moved nimbly and cautiously, her eyes alertly watching the surrounding movements. Every step she took forward was careful, like a female leopard lurking in the darkness, ready to face unknown dangers at any moment.

"Squeak-"

Black Widow gently pushed open the door, and a sour and unpleasant smell immediately hit her, like the stench of something rotten that hadn't been ventilated for years, making her wrinkle her nose involuntarily.

As expected, the room was a complete mess, with various household items scattered haphazardly on the floor, and clothes, books, and tools carelessly discarded—clearly the private room of a slovenly bachelor.

Black Widow quickly scanned the room, but did not find Phineas Mason, the Tinker, and her brows furrowed even more.

"Ok?"

Black Widow carefully examined the room. Based on the numerous photos in the cell phone album left on the table, the modification tools on the workbench, and the unfinished new weapon, she was almost certain that this was Phineas Mason's hiding place.

But what puzzled Black Widow was that, judging from various clues, it seemed that Phineas Mason had left in a great hurry.

The bedding on the bed was still messy, indicating that someone had rested there not long ago, and there seemed to be some body heat still lingering in the folds.

The wardrobe was half-open, with a few seasonal clothes still hanging on the hangers, as if the owner had only left temporarily and would be back soon.

Some underwear was carelessly discarded on the ground, as if the owner hadn't had time to tidy up when leaving, and had forgotten these private items in the rush.

And the cell phone that was on the table wasn't taken away either... no, perhaps it should be said that he didn't have time to take it.

Also placed on the table was a half-eaten dish that had slightly spoiled. Even without getting very close, Black Widow could smell a faint, sour odor emanating from it, permeating the air.

"Strange, why did they leave in such a hurry, not even bothering to take their phones or their underwear?"

Black Widow muttered to herself, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

But based on all these clues and the information Black Widow had previously gathered, she could easily draw a conclusion... Phineas Mason hadn't been gone for long; it must have happened within the last two days.

Furthermore, Phineas Mason did not leave voluntarily; he was forced to leave by someone, leaving him no time to make any preparations.

Since Black Widow found no signs of a struggle in the room, it indirectly suggests that the newcomer possessed strength far exceeding Phineas Mason's, or was carrying a lethal weapon such as a pistol, which enabled them to successfully coerce the other party to leave.

"Damn it, who could it be?"

Black Widow frowned, pondering to herself who had found Phineas Mason's trail before her.

It should be noted that she has always been very confident in her intelligence capabilities.

This time, they successfully located Phineas Mason's hideout in less than a night, a location that the FBI and NYPD had been unable to find.

But who would have thought that in the end someone else would beat them to it?
This inevitably caused Black Widow to feel a strong sense of frustration.

But after thinking it over, she still came up with nothing. In the end, she had no choice but to leave.

However, what she didn't know was that Phineas Mason, whom she had been searching for, was already on a private jet in Sokovia, nearly 10,000 kilometers away from New York.

"Is this Sokovia?"

Phineas Mason followed Selena down the plane steps, gazing at the exceptionally bustling metropolis before him, feeling both curious and apprehensive.

Sunlight shines on the towering skyscrapers that stand like giant trees in the city, reflecting a dazzling light.

Although he has devoted almost all of his time and energy in the past two years to modifying the weapons and equipment left behind by the Chitauri Legion.

But in his spare time, he still goes online to surf the internet a little.

Therefore, the Warp Space Group is no stranger to the Dark Elves and their demonic armies, which had previously successfully prevented the invasion of Earth and saved Washington, D.C. from the Titan cataclysm.

Naturally, they had heard of the Kingdom of Sokovia and the man behind the Subspace Group... namely, Karl Mara!
However, in his mind, Sokovia was just a small European country with a population of only a few hundred thousand, and it was constantly in the midst of war and turmoil... at least that was the case two years ago!

So before he arrived here, he had already pictured a desolate and dilapidated scene in his mind.

However, what unfolded before him was an exceptionally prosperous and highly modern metropolis.

In the city, skyscrapers of different styles stand side by side, piercing the clouds. Their glass curtain walls reflect dazzling light under the sun, as if countless mirrors are refracting the sunlight in all directions.

The streets were bustling with traffic and pedestrians, but regardless of age, all the pedestrians had happy and joyful smiles on their faces.

That vibrant energy seemed to infect every molecule in the air, filling the entire city with vitality.

Seeing this, Phineas Mason stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the bustling scene around him, muttering to himself:

"This place is completely different from what I imagined; it's even more like a modern international metropolis than New York..."

However, what he didn't know was that just two years ago, the land before him was still mired in the quagmire of war, a desolate and ravaged landscape of apocalypse.

It wasn't until that man appeared that this country underwent a dramatic transformation in just two short years.

And that man, of course, is Karl Mara, who is now regarded by all the people of Sokovia as their sole faith and savior.

"boarding."

Selena ignored the fussing Phineas Mason, opened the car door, and said in a cold voice.

Her voice was like ice colliding, devoid of any warmth, sending chills down one's spine without warning.

"Okay... okay."

Phineas Mason was startled and trembled all over. Like a frightened rabbit, he quickly ran to the back seat of the car, afraid of angering the woman in front of him who was as cold as an iceberg... or rather, a female vampire.

Phineas Mason still can't forget the moment two days ago when this woman appeared silently in front of him.

The dozen or so infrared warning devices he had set up around the farm did not react at all.

Is this woman a ghost?

Also, how did she find me?

It's worth noting that Phineas Mason deliberately changed his hideout several times to evade capture by the police and the FBI, eventually choosing this farm, which had no surveillance cameras within a radius of more than ten kilometers.

However, to his surprise, he was eventually found.
"Are you a police officer or an FBI agent?"

At that moment, just as Phineas Mason was trying to distract Selena and grab the energy gun from the bedside to fight back, she seemed to have already anticipated his thoughts. Before he could make a move, she easily lifted his nearly 200-pound body with just one arm.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Phineas Mason. I mean no harm. It's just that my company, the Subspace Group, greatly admires your expertise in modifying high-energy weapons, so we would like to invite you to Sokovia for an academic exchange meeting."

That's what Selena said at the time... but the more she said that, the more frightened Phineas Mason became.

I said, "Sister, when you tell people not to be afraid, could you please put me down first?"
At least that way I can trust you a little more!
Phineas Mason could tell that if he showed the slightest sign of refusal, the woman in front of him would kill him without hesitation.

Furthermore, when he subconsciously looked into the other person's icy blue eyes, he instantly felt a sense of exposure, as if all his secrets had been exposed!
It was as if those cold eyes could pierce through one's heart.

What else can Phineas Mason do?
Of course, we should choose to agree!
……

After half an hour.

[Subspace Group Headquarters].

18 underground floors.

Selena took Phineas Mason, along with the homemade weapons, mechanical wings, and remaining Chitauri energy stones seized from the farm, and brought them to Dr. Samuel Stern's research center.

"Dr. Stern, I've brought back the talent you specifically requested..."

Selena maintained her usual aloofness, nodded slightly, and pointed to Phineas Mason beside her, who was clearly intimidated by Samuel Stern's enormous head, before continuing:

"This is the engineer who independently developed the [Phase Emitter]."

Phineas Mason stared wide-eyed in horror at Samuel Stern’s head, which was three times the size of a normal person’s.

"I never expected that such a small matter would trouble Miss Selena to make a special trip for me. I am truly grateful..."

Looking at the upper echelons of the entire [Subspace Group], almost everyone knows about Selena's close relationship with their boss.

Therefore, even a scientific genius like Samuel Stern, who was detached from worldly affairs, had to give the other party a lot of face.

(End of this chapter)