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

Chapters 476, 868, and 869: Ross's Second Spring in His Career

"But Pierce, as you know, after several cuts to its budget, S.H.I.E.L.D. has now poured all its funds into the bottomless pit of the Titan Hunter mech project..."

Nick Fury's voice carried a hint of barely concealed complaint as he said casually, "To be honest, even for my own official trips these days, I have to pay for the gas myself, let alone the other agents... We at S.H.I.E.L.D. are really broke right now!!"

"Okay, okay, I know all of that... Thank you for your hard work, Fury."

On the other end of the phone, Alexander Pierce sat behind his large desk, listening to Nick Fury's "poverty plea." His lips twitched slightly involuntarily, and his knuckles, gripping the phone tightly, turned slightly white from the force.

He really wanted to slap that black guy on the other end of the phone who was spouting nonsense.

Do you really think I don't know anything?

In all these years since you took over as director of S.H.I.E.L.D., how much dirty money have you taken and how much public property have you transferred? Do you really think I know nothing about all of this?

If it weren't for the fact that you've worked so diligently all these years, shielding Hydra from many attacks that should have been directed at us, I would have dealt with you long ago. Why would you still be alive today?
“In that case…” Nick Fury’s voice interrupted his churning thoughts, speaking with a tone of 'reluctantly' accepting the heavy responsibility:

"Then the task of locating that biohazard cyborg will be handled by S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

Without waiting for Alexander Pierce's response, he abruptly hung up the phone with a click.

The former, with a gloomy expression, was left alone, staring blankly at the now-darkened phone screen.

He actually dared to hang up on me. Was I being too lenient with him?
"Hill, immediately inform Tony and Dr. Richard..."

Nick Fury turned to his deputy Maria Hill, who had been waiting for some time, and instructed her:

"Have them put aside their current work for now and focus all their efforts on finding the whereabouts of a bio-beast named Albert Wesker."

“Yes, sir.” Maria Hill then acknowledged the order and left.

…………

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Later that same day, before the shadows of dusk had fully enveloped the city, and as major media outlets rushed to reprint the shocking revelation from the Daily Bugle, two major events that shook all sides broke out in quick succession.

First, the 'protagonist' in the exposé, the BSAA organization at the center of the storm, hastily convened an emergency press conference.

At the press conference, flashes of light rained down on the stage.

A middle-aged man, dressed in an expensively tailored suit that clung tightly to his obese body, with a bald patch on his head that gleamed in the bright light, stepped forward representing the higher-ups of the BSAA organization.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on his greasy forehead as he roared into the microphone in front of him and into the audience of journalists, refuting the Daily Bugle's report as "malicious slander."

He also strongly condemned John Jameson for using false information from unknown sources to "deliberately incite public hostility" towards the BSAA, and claimed that he would hire a top-notch legal team in the United States to file a lawsuit, determined to make John Jameson pay a heavy price for his actions.

However, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that his voice trembled slightly with excitement, and his waving arms from time to time carried a kind of bluster that was all bark and no bite.

Clearly, John Jameson's revelations are not false information as he just claimed, otherwise he wouldn't be so furious.

He then responded directly to the most damaging and controversial accusation in the revelation.

They claim that, through the "arduous and tireless efforts" of their agents, they have successfully located the bio-bomb molecule Albert Wesker!

At the same time as the press conference was being held, the BSAA organization had already dispatched several of its most elite combat teams to the designated location to capture the target.

However, he abruptly changed the subject, slamming his hand on the podium and raising his voice deliberately, expressing with an undeniable sense of "tragic solemnity" that, given Albert Wesker's extreme cunning and threat level, the BSAA hoped that the relevant countries involved would provide him with maximum military support.

This includes, but is not limited to, comprehensive firepower support from the Army, Navy, and Air Force, thereby completely eliminating this notorious bio-chemical KB agent.

In short, it boils down to one sentence: Albert Wesker is dead this time!!

The BSAA's strong stance acted like a shot in the arm, instantly winning over some of the public's favor, temporarily stabilizing some of the shaky public trust, and earning some applause.

However, most people chose to remain indifferent and observe.

After all, anyone can say nice things.
The key question is, can you ultimately bring Albert Wesker back?

Otherwise, the BSAA's fate would likely be no better than that of S.H.I.E.L.D., which has been ridiculed multiple times; it would probably just become another "roadside" in the eyes of the world...

Despite lingering doubts, overall, the BSAA's crisis management was timely and well-timed, managing to turn the tide before the controversy spiraled out of control.

This gave them a precious chance to catch their breath.

Shortly after the BSAA issued its statement, the African Union (AU), which has historically lacked a presence and was almost forgotten on the international stage, suddenly jumped out and hastily followed suit with a strongly worded statement.

The statement declared that the 55 member states of the F Alliance would "go all out" to support the BSAA's special operation in this incident, vowing to eradicate Albert Wesker, the "source of the plague," and restore peace and tranquility to the F continent.

His words were eloquent and righteous, filled with conviction.

However, those in the know all scoffed at this.

If these member states had not tacitly approved or even condoned it, how could the tragedies in the Kizuzu Autonomous Region and other small countries have escalated to such a tragic state?
Such high-sounding official statements are nothing more than a fig leaf used by the [F Alliance] to save face and deliberately deceive the ignorant masses...

The second major event that followed was a swift and decisive action from the White House.

The White House issued a chilling public statement, saying that in light of serious allegations of misconduct against General Wilson, the current Secretary of Defense, a special investigation team headed by Secretary of State Thaddeus Ross will be established to conduct a comprehensive review of General Wilson and the company associated with him, Trussell Pharmaceuticals.

Although the statement did not specify what kind of punishment General Wilson and Trusell Pharmaceuticals would face if the allegations were proven true.

However, undercurrents were already surging within the Department of Defense, and members of all factions were well aware that this time, whether it was General Wilson or Trusel Pharmaceuticals, they were all doomed.

The reason is simple: long before Thaddeus Ross became the sought-after Secretary of State, the biggest obstacle to his promotion was none other than General Wilson!
That's why Thaddeus Ross spent so long on the sidelines after the 'Super Soldier Project', and was even marginalized at one point.

But who could have imagined that fortunes would turn so quickly... After successfully currying favor with Karl, Thaddeus Ross, backed by the powerful support of the [Subspace Group], miraculously rose from a disliked and ignored ragtag general to the pinnacle of power, the [Secretary of State], in less than two years.

Now, they have a golden opportunity to bring down their arch-enemy, General Wilson.

This dramatic and comedic transformation has left many people feeling quite emotional... It really is important to follow the right 'big brother'!
Privately, some people even believe that the Daily Bugle's exposé about Trassel Pharmaceuticals was written by Thaddeus Ross!
But for them, the truth is no longer important.

Even if someone knew who was behind it all, they would never be foolish enough to jump out and speak up for General Wilson at this time.

The brutal laws of the game of governance are now clearly revealed.

Sometimes, if you don't take sides, the worst that can happen is that you just won't get to enjoy the 'victory' cake.

But what if you choose the wrong side? Then you'll face an abyss of no return...

However, what puzzles outsiders the most is Trusel Pharmaceuticals, which is also at the center of the storm, and its parent company, Trusel Group.

The top executives of both companies surprisingly chose to remain silent.

Like giant beasts sunk into the deep sea, they remained suffocatingly silent amidst the towering waves of outside speculation, neither choosing to stand up and defend themselves immediately nor issuing an apology...

It's as if it's waiting for some opportunity, or trying to find some kind of delicate balance!
……

On the same night.

In a remote, desolate place in [F Continent], far from any human habitation.

The secret base of [Trassell Pharmaceuticals] is like a giant beast lurking in the mountains, crouching in the shadows under the moonlight.

Suddenly, a tremendous engine roar came from deep within the base, shattering the deathly silence that had enveloped the area.

A C-17 Globemaster III large strategic transport aircraft with a maximum payload of 77 tons slowly glided from the hangar to the runway, its fuselage reflecting a cold metallic luster under the searchlights.

buzz-

The engine roared up suddenly, and hot air spewed out from the tail.

After a short acceleration sprint of less than one kilometer, the giant steel bird roared and broke free from gravity, its nose rising and tearing through the night sky as it plunged headlong towards the full moon hanging high in the air.

However, just as the ear-piercing roar of the transport planes was still echoing in the night sky and had not yet completely dissipated, countless ghostly figures emerged from the desolate sand outside the heavy gates of the base.

A highly elite tactical squad of over two hundred men, hastily assembled from several Special Operations Units (SOUs), appeared silently like shadows at the gates of this secret base.

They were clad in advanced tactical equipment, their eyes sharp as eagles beneath their helmets, and the guns in their hands gleamed with a chilling killing intent in the moonlight.

These warriors were almost all elites temporarily drawn from various branches of the BSAA organization scattered around the world.

Normally, they would work in small teams of three to four people to penetrate high-risk areas infected by biochemical viruses, carry out targeted elimination of designated biochemical KB molecules, or provide necessary fire support for friendly forces along critical paths.

Their role is somewhat similar to that of special forces in a regular army.

But tonight, they have gathered here for only one purpose—to hunt down Albert Wesker!
About two kilometers behind this elite special operations brigade, behind a sand dune, there was actually a regular army unit that was personally coordinated and drawn from by the African Union.

The tank's gun barrel gleamed with a dark metallic sheen under the moonlight.

However, the purpose of this army's stationing here is like the last arrow on a bowstring, solely to guard against the worst-case scenario.

If the advance troops fail or the situation spirals out of control, they will use devastating heavy firepower to cover the area, sparing no expense to completely eliminate the threat from Albert Wesker.

Soon, members of [SOU] successfully infiltrated the secret base of [Trassel Pharmaceuticals].

The silence was broken by sporadic, rapid gunshots, accompanied by short shouts and the clanging of metal, echoing through the empty corridors and factory buildings before quickly fading into a chilling silence, as if swallowed by darkness.

Over the communication channel, each squad began to report their situation.

"Sir, Area A has been cleared; no target found!"

"Sector B under control, no trace of Albert Wesker and Ixela Johnny has been found!"

"Sir, the target base is now completely under control... According to the captured personnel, the targets, Albert Wesker and Icosella Johnny, evacuated a few minutes ago aboard a C-17 transport plane. Their destination... is unknown!"

The commander in charge of directing this special operation stood in front of the base, his face ashen. He subconsciously looked up at the night sky. The transport plane that had taken off earlier had long since become a tiny, almost invisible dot of light, but was still struggling to climb upwards.

After a brief moment of contemplation, he pressed the communicator and, with a slightly tense voice, truthfully informed the higher-ups of the BSAA organization of the situation.

"What did you say?!"

A furious roar, almost deafening, came from the other end of the communicator: "Useless trash! A bunch of useless idiots! Immediately... immediately connect me to the rear command post and shoot that damned plane down from the sky!"

"Execute immediately!!"

"Yes! We are contacting them..."

The commander's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately switched communication channels and began contacting the troops behind him.

at the same time.

High in the sky, inside the massive cabin of the C-17 Globemaster III, the atmosphere was heavy and somber.

Five virus bombs, each containing a T-virus, a G-virus, and an Ouroboros virus respectively, were securely fixed to the support frame.

The cold biohazard markings on the projectiles are even more chilling, as if they represent death itself.

(End of this chapter)