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

Chapters 478, 872, and 873: Lanik Fury goes underwater.

"Hmph! That sounds nice!"

At that moment, a cold voice, clearly laced with undisguised sarcasm, suddenly rang out.

Nick Fury crossed his arms tightly across his broad chest, his single eye sharp as a hawk's, sweeping over the disheveled leader of the BSAA organization with undisguised sarcasm.

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips. Though his voice wasn't loud, it was like a poisoned icy needle, precisely piercing the other person's most vulnerable spot.
"Isn't this because your [BSAA organization] is just too useless?!"

"We at S.H.I.E.L.D. practically fed Albert Wesker his exact location right to your doorstep... and what happened? Not only did you let him escape, but you also let him wreak havoc right under your noses!"

"Even a cooked duck can fly? Excuse me... what is this if not utterly useless?!"

He paused, leaned forward slightly, a cold glint flashing in his single eye, and with a detached and sarcastic tone, he concluded, word by word:

"If you ask me, the BSAA organization should bear full responsibility for this disaster that turned the entire F continent into a living hell... You're going to take the blame!!"

"you……"

The head of the BSAA was speechless, his face flushed, veins throbbing in his neck, and his thick lips trembling, like a duck being choked, unable to utter a single word in rebuttal.

A deep-seated fear gripped him instantly, almost suffocating him. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, nearly shattering his ribs.

Because he knew in his heart that Nick Fury's accusations... were, in some ways, damnably close to the truth!

Back then, it was he who, through his most trusted assistant, secretly leaked the top-secret information that the BSAA was about to arrest Albert Wesker to Trassel Pharmaceuticals.

He thought he had made a very 'clever' plan, thinking he should remind his long-term 'sugar daddy' so that the other party would quickly contact Icosella Joni, the head of [Trassell Pharmaceuticals F-Asia Branch], to cut ties with Albert Wesker.

In this way, after completing the arrest, he could easily find any reason or scapegoat to casually deny the accusations that [Trassell Pharmaceuticals] was involved in the bio-terrorism KB attack, thus easily clearing their name and completely binding this cash cow to his own ship.

Otherwise, with the salary offered by the BSAA organization, he simply couldn't sustain the luxurious lifestyle he had with his dozen or so mistresses scattered around the world.

But who would have thought that [Trassell Pharmaceuticals] would be so unethical?
No, to be precise, the one who truly lacks martial ethics is that madwoman Icosella Johnny.

After receiving the news, instead of quickly distancing herself from Albert Wesker, this woman went on a rampage alongside him, and now she's really created a huge mess!
So, it's not that the bald man was stupid in handling the situation, but rather that he never expected things to escalate to such an irreversible point from the very beginning.

The thought of this fatal, irreparable mistake overwhelmed the bald man with a strong sense of suffocation and unspeakable grievance, making his vision blur and his obese body almost unable to support him as he slid off the chair.

He could only scream helplessly and frantically in his heart: Damn it! Who the hell knew that Icosella Johnny, that bitch... was actually a complete, brainless lunatic!!

"enough!!"

Alexander Pierce was nearly driven mad with anger by Nick Fury's meddling and the other executives who seemed to be watching the show.

His frosty face slowly swept over every face around the round table, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to nail those who deliberately avoided his eyes to the spot.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging anger, and said in a low but undeniably authoritative voice, "Now that things have developed to this point, further mutual accusations will be pointless..."

He pressed his hands heavily on the cold table, supporting his slightly forward-leaning body, and reminded him in a deep voice:

"The Security Council has convened all its leaders here today for one purpose only: to pool our wisdom and efforts... to devise a solution, a solution that can immediately and effectively quell this disaster. There is no time to lose!!"

The huge venue fell silent instantly.

The air seemed to freeze.

The stark white emergency lights, mixed with the glaring scarlet blocks on the large screen symbolizing the infected area of ​​the [F Continent], reflected the faces of people who were either solemn, numb, or deeply enigmatic.

Nick Fury crossed his arms and quickly scanned the crowd with his single eye, taking in the expressions on everyone's faces. A mocking smile crept across his lips before he turned away as if in deep meditation.

Alright, I'd like to see who dares to stand up at a time like this.

Just as he had predicted.

The other officials also adopted a dismissive attitude, sending the same message to Alexander Pierce, who sat in the chairman's seat: mind your own business!

The silence seemed to linger...

Even the faint, monotonous humming sound of the Zhongyang air conditioner, which is usually imperceptible, became unusually clear at this moment.

However, this is not the fault of the leaders who attended the meeting, because the cause of this matter had nothing to do with them.

So unless someone is a complete idiot, they probably wouldn't volunteer to jump out and "get burned" in this situation.

That's right, it's like playing with fire.

Because if the proposed solution fails to achieve the expected results, or causes any negative impact during implementation, not only will you not receive any reward afterward, but you may also have to take the blame and bear responsibility along with the BSAA organization.

It's somewhat like 'making a fuss about something you didn't do'.

Even among the participating countries, many have made huge investments in gold, minerals, rare earths, and other rare resources throughout F continent.

But this time, it's not just one person who suffers the loss, but everyone... Since no one is taking the lead and standing up, let's all just stay silent. It's a battle of who will lose their nerve first!
Seeing that no one responded to his proposal, Alexander Pierce felt a burning rage welling up inside him.

He cursed these cunning old bastards inwardly, for not a single one of them was willing to stand up for him... no, to help the Security Council and the General Assembly share their burdens at this crucial moment.

He gave Nick Fury, who was pretending to be deaf and dumb, a particularly sharp look.

Normally, they're more eager than anyone else to ask for money or funding, constantly harassing me with phone calls and video calls. But now, at this crucial moment, they've turned into cowards!
Even though Alexander Pierce was burning with rage, he couldn't vent it in front of everyone. He could only fix his almost murderous gaze on Genes, the BSAA leader who was already drenched in sweat.

That icy, piercing gaze undoubtedly conveyed a silent command: You dug your own mess, so you have to clean it up yourself... Now! Immediately!

"that……"

Genes' obese body trembled violently, clearly understanding the deeper meaning in the other person's gaze.

He instinctively grabbed the already soaked silk handkerchief and hastily wiped the cold sweat that was almost dripping into his eyes. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, as if he had made some kind of do-or-die decision in his heart.

Finally, he abruptly raised his head, his voice trembling with desperation: "I...I think, since the die is cast and the situation is beyond repair...why not...why not follow the example of [Anli...uh, cough cough!]"

Genes caught a glimpse of Alexander Pierce's face, which instantly darkened to a grim hue, and his gaze, which seemed to want to devour him whole. His survival instincts kicked in, and he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue, quickly changing his words to:

"Why not emulate the bold decision S.H.I.E.L.D. made during the Battle of New York... and solve the problem once and for all!"

Ok?
What does it mean to emulate the bold decisions made by S.H.I.E.L.D. during the Battle of New York?
Is the BSAA also going to assemble a superhero team similar to the Avengers to go to the F Continent to raid the 'Zombie Nation'?
Upon hearing this, everyone exchanged bewildered glances, their faces filled with confusion, clearly not understanding the true meaning hidden in Genes' words.

While this suggestion is a possible solution, isn't it a bit too inefficient?

Moreover, how can superheroes be relied upon to deal with two billion zombies?

Are you trying to work them to death?

However, unlike the bewildered crowd, Alexander Pierce instantly understood, his deep eyes narrowing sharply, a glint of light flashing in them.

Clearly, they are rapidly weighing the bloody implications behind the proposal and its feasibility in implementation!
After all, the person who was supposed to take the blame has already stepped forward, so even if the entire F Continent is "peaceful," it has nothing to do with him, the chairman.

Just kidding, I dared to bomb New York back in the day, let alone a mere continent like France!

Nick Fury's reaction was more intense and direct. He slammed his hand on the heavy solid wood table with a loud "bang!" The impact made the water glass in front of him bounce slightly, and a trickle of water slowly flowed down the outside of the glass.

Nick Fury abruptly stood up, his single eye burning with offended rage. He pointed a finger at Genes' nose across from him and roared like thunder:
"If you fucking want to launch the H-bomb, just say so. Stop beating around the bush and trying to drag S.H.I.E.L.D. into this!!!"

His chest heaved with rage, each word seemingly squeezed out through clenched teeth, "And listen to me carefully... whether during the Battle of New York or now, I, Nick Fury, have never fucking approved of such a destructive plan as launching the H-bomb, never!!!"

Fine, fine, Genes, you son of a bitch, you don't dare offend the Security Council and Pierce, so you're just trying to pin this infamous stain on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s head, huh?!
Who gave the order to launch the H-bomb? Don't you have any idea?
Thank goodness I reacted quickly enough, otherwise I might have fallen into your trap, you old fox!
As Nick Fury launched into a sharp rebuke, the others finally realized, as if struck by a thunderbolt, what Genes meant by "imitating."

It wasn't at all what they imagined—forming a superhero team to conquer a zombie-infested land—but rather launching the 'H' bomb to 'peacefully' resolve the entire [F Continent].

hiss~~~
No wonder that fatso just said he wanted to solve the problem 'once and for all'!
Damn, you've got some serious ideas!
That's over two billion... zombies!

The person who came up with such a bizarre idea... no, such a brilliant idea, is actually a high-ranking member of the BSAA organization?!
I've got it! The BSAA organization is finally here!!
"Then tell me how to solve this?!"

Seeing Nick Fury jump out to stop him, Genes decided to go all out.

He abruptly stood up, his obese body leaning forward, his face displaying a defiant, "I'm not afraid of anything" attitude. His voice suddenly rose, carrying an aggressive tone as he retorted:

"I have to admit that we [BSAA] bear an undeniable responsibility in this matter... but ultimately, the virus was released by Albert Wesker, not by us forcing him to do it, so we are actually victims as well!!"

Just when everyone thought he was trying to gain sympathy through rhetoric to exonerate himself and the BSAA, he suddenly changed the subject:

"And another thing... in this incident, does S.H.I.E.L.D. really bear absolutely no responsibility?!"

"Aha?!"

Nick Fury almost laughed out of anger. He couldn't believe his ears. Was this guy crazy?

Or is it that it's desperate and starting to bite people indiscriminately?
But please, can you think before you speak?
What does this have to do with S.H.I.E.L.D.?

But to everyone's surprise, Genes, as if grasping at a lifeline or determined to drag S.H.I.E.L.D. into the mess, directly turned his attention to Nick Fury, continuing his aggressive barrage:

"Don't rush to make excuses. Let me ask you... Isn't S.H.I.E.L.D. a special force specifically established to deal with all sorts of strange events around the world and maintain global security?"

Without giving Nick Fury a chance to explain or refute, Genes pointed his fat finger forcefully at him, spitting almost onto his face.

"Then let me ask you, isn't the Ouroboros virus, developed by Albert Wesker that can promote a second 'evolution' of humanity, considered an anomalous event?!"

Nick Fury: Σ(⊙▽⊙“a???

WTF? ? ?

(End of this chapter)