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

Chapters 495, 906, and 907: The Mutant [Tyrant] and the [New Variant] (Part 2)
"My God... what the hell are these humanoid creatures?!"

"Bullets are useless against them, and rockets can't hit them either... Damn it, sir, what should we do?"

"Captain, the flamethrower is almost out of fuel..."

"Retreat, sir! Quickly request a retreat from headquarters! We really can't hold out any longer..."

The communication channel was filled with terrified screams, painful groans, and desperate pleas for help.

The soldiers of the cleanup force felt their fear amplified to an extreme degree when faced with these "new human variants" of BOW, whose strength, speed, self-healing ability, and intelligence far surpassed any previous BOW.

Not to mention, they were surrounded by those berserk, enhanced Tyrants.

Even though they had made a series of meticulous preparations before the trip, they still felt helpless and powerless when faced with such a terrifying combination.

The lines of defense set up at the front were torn apart and disintegrated as if they were made of paper and clay.

The red casualty figures were flashing wildly on the large screen in the command center.

Narrow passages and open warehouses were all turned into bloody slaughterhouses, and every step the soldiers took forward and backward was soaked in blood and severed limbs.

The atmosphere of despair had permeated the Security Council meeting room, even through the large screen.

Seeing that the operation had once again reached a stalemate, the people in the conference room fell into a suffocating silence, with heavy breathing rising and falling.

Although the cleanup force managed to stabilize the situation temporarily thanks to its numbers and firepower, and was not completely annihilated on the spot, it was clear to everyone that they were all pinned down in the entrance area and could not move an inch.

The idea of ​​completely eliminating these terrifying BOWs and breaking through to the core area where Albert Wesker is located is simply a pipe dream.

The atmosphere in the conference room was like a rollercoaster ride, plummeting from the initial euphoria of the successful launch of the "Roton" to a chilling abyss of despair.

The large screen was still transmitting live footage of the bloody street battles inside the underground base.

Gunshots, explosions, screams, and the roars of monsters echoed clearly through the high-fidelity sound system in the deathly silent conference room.

Some of the delegates and leaders present seemed to be terrified by the bloody and horrific scenes in the video, their faces turning deathly pale.

Some covered their mouths and gagged several times, clearly experiencing physical discomfort.

But most people couldn't bear to look and quietly looked away...

I don't know how much time passed; it could be a few seconds, a few tens of seconds, or even a few minutes...

Finally, a series of suppressed curses echoed through the meeting room.

"Damn it! What are those ghostly things with human forms? They... they're practically human-like! Does anyone know what kind of 'new variant' this is?"

"Not only these 'new variants,' but even the [Tyrant] seems to have been enhanced by some kind of power... They're practically a bunch of demons from hell!!"

"Damn it, our soldiers... those brave, poor children are being slaughtered by monsters, and we are powerless to stop it..."

More and more people are joining in, seemingly using this method to alleviate and release the intense guilt that has been building up in their hearts.

After all, from a certain perspective, they were the ones who sent those soldiers there to their deaths!
However, they can't accept moral condemnation of themselves... so they might as well condemn others together.

But at that moment, a Security Council staff member, looking terrified, ran to Alexander Pierce, whose face was ashen and who remained silent, and reported in a trembling voice:

"Chairman, something terrible has happened! You...you need to take a look at this quickly!!"

As he spoke, he handed the tablet computer to the other person, but perhaps due to nervousness or being frightened by the bloody scene earlier, his finger slipped and projected the image on the tablet computer directly onto the large screen behind him.

On the huge screen, the official website homepage of the Daily Bugle was prominently displayed.

A dazzling live stream window, taking up three-quarters of the webpage, is automatically playing a live stream.

The title above the live stream screen read: [Desperate Operation! The Security Council dispatches a 'suicide squad' to the underground lair to hunt down Albert Wesker—a stroke of genius, or...? Exclusive 4K perspective, highly recommended by Editor-in-Chief Lao Zhan!]

But compared to the headline "His intentions are despicable," what truly broke Alexander Pierce's composure was the footage during the live stream.

It was a bloody battle inside an underground base, and damn it, it was from a first-person perspective!!

The image clarity is so high that every detail is clearly visible, providing an immersive visual experience.

Viewers can clearly see the moment when the front-line warriors are cleaved in two by the bone blade, with blood and internal organs falling to the ground.

You can also see the barbs at the front end, like steel needles, and the sharp teeth on the suckers after the tentacles pierce through the soldier's chest.

And the cruel and eerie grins on the faces of those 'new variants'...

Add to that the violent camera shake during the running and escape, the heavy breathing of the cameraman, and the desperate curses of teammates around him... and the hellish battlefield scene on the live stream is presented to millions of viewers around the world in real time, just like a AAA game.

Σ(⊙▽⊙“a???

WTF? ? ?

“Fu*k, Fu*k, Fu*k!!!”

Even though Alexander Pierce was usually very composed, he couldn't stay calm at this moment and swore in front of everyone.

boom--

He slammed his fist on the heavy conference table, causing the water glass in front of him to bounce slightly.

Alexander Pierce's eyes were bloodshot, his face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his aura was like that of a ferocious beast wanting to devour its prey, as he stared intently at the live broadcast screen.

The clarity, the angle...

It's probably only possible with the individual recording devices carried by frontline soldiers!
But the problem is?

[Daily Horn] How is it possible to achieve this level of achievement?
unless……

Who's behind this?!
What country?

Which unit?

Or is it someone else?
Finally, Alexander Pierce's bloodshot eyes slowly turned to the figure sitting in the corner—Thadeus Ross!
Of everyone present, probably only this old bastard Deng has the ability, the courage, and the motive to pull off such a stunt at a time like this.

After all, even a random person on the street knows that this guy and John Jameson of the Daily Bugle are in cahoots, both 'good dogs' working for the Subspace Corporation!

Damn it, it was one thing for the Daily Bugle to do a live broadcast of the last operation, but they did it again this time?
Are you two fucking insane?

What good would it do you to tarnish the reputation of the Security Council?
Hmm...it does seem to have some benefits!
Ross, as if sensing his gaze, leisurely put down his coffee cup, a faint, amused smile playing on his lips, and nodded slightly to Alexander Pierce.

Yes, it's me?

But... what can you do to me?
Come and hit me if you dare!

"Luo..."

Alexander Pierce, his eyes blazing with fury, was almost about to shout out the other man's name, but a last shred of reason held him back from his throat and vocal cords.

Now is not the time to break ties with Ross and the Subspace Corporation behind him.

He still needs to be patient.

But how could a normal person possibly tolerate this?

Alexander Pierce tried every means to suppress the anger surging in his heart; he had never been so humiliated.

But what can be done?
Right now, all we can do is endure...

He suddenly understood the sense of powerlessness and humiliation Nick Fury felt when facing Karl Mara and his cronies.

This is just too damn bullying.

It's only because Alexander Pierce is so experienced that even if it were the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, they might not have been able to hold back!
live streaming!

That's right, it's being broadcast live now!
There are millions of eyes watching the live broadcast room of the Daily Bugle alone.

This doesn't even include the established news media outlets that spent a fortune buying broadcasting rights and then jumped on the bandwagon with their own broadcasts...

It is no exaggeration to say that this operation will soon turn into a global 'live broadcast'.

However, for Alexander Pierce and the Security Council, this was more like an epic disaster!
At this moment, every single second, the footage shows soldiers dying in agony amidst screams.

In other words, every second of delay now is a slow and agonizing torture of the Security Council's authority and prestige!
All of these were bloody murders of the political life of Alexander Pierce, the chairman of the board.

"Chairman... Chairman, the defense line in Sector D has collapsed, and casualties have exceeded 59%. The on-site commander requests an immediate retreat!"

The assistant delivered the report with a sob in his voice, while the large screen behind him was filled with deafening explosions and endless screams.

retreat?!
Announce your retreat under a 'global live broadcast'?

Does this mean the second large-scale military operation has failed yet again?
They admitted they couldn't even handle a mere terrorist, even with nearly ten thousand agents and special forces, even with the deployment of the [Roton Hunter Mech]...

If Alexander Pierce were to do this, both he and the Security Council would be forever branded with shame and become a laughingstock!

and so……

Regardless of the reason, even if he had to watch all the soldiers die, he absolutely could not give the order to retreat.

However, such thoughts can only be kept in one's heart and kept in the dark; they must never be brought up in public.

Otherwise, something terrible will happen!

Alexander Pierce is now completely indifferent to the Daily Bugle's live broadcast and the matter of finding out who is behind the sabotage against the Security Council.

He must find a way to solve this problem immediately.

Otherwise, if he still hasn't come up with a solution by the time all the soldiers are dead, the millions of viewers in the Daily Bugle's live stream will likely turn their anger towards him.
"Shut up!!"

Alexander Pierce roared at his assistant, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded.

His gaze swept across the faces of the delegates and leaders in the meeting room, and on the faces of the vast majority, he saw only fear, helplessness, and pallor...

What a bunch of useless trash!!
After silently giving it a negative review in his mind, he forcibly suppressed his anger and, with a do-or-die determination, pointed to the bloody live broadcast on the big screen and said indignantly:

"Gentlemen!! As you have all seen... our warriors are fighting to the death against demons in hell."

"Every second of delay means at least one, or even many, more loyal and brave soldiers will bleed and sacrifice themselves!!!"

"Their bodies were ravaged and torn apart by those cruel monsters in front of the whole world..."

"Who among you can come up with a practical and feasible solution right now! Immediately! Right now?!"

"Can anyone tell me how we're going to deal with those damn monsters down there... how do we tear that damn bastard Albert Wesker to pieces?!"

However, the conference room suddenly fell silent.

The only sounds were gunshots and screams coming from the Daily Bugle's live broadcast room on the big screen, along with the heavy breathing of the delegates.

Just moments ago, the representatives who were vehemently condemning the brutality of BOW and the cunning of Albert Wesker seemed to have all fallen silent.

High-temperature weapons?

While it works exceptionally well in narrow passages, fuel is limited and it cannot instantly inflict a fatal wound on the Tyrant.

Pass!

Heavy equipment?

It simply can't be transported in.

Pass!

Weapons of mass destruction?
This has already been discussed before, so it's out of the question!

Should we send more people to fill in the lines?
Unless those "tyrants" and the new variants of humanoids are dealt with, sending more people will only increase the casualty figures and provide material for the "Daily Horn" to broadcast live.

Pass!

silence.

A suffocating silence.

The air in the conference room seemed to have solidified into lead, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

On the large screen, the glaring live broadcast window of the Daily Bugle was like a huge, unhealable, hideous wound, nakedly presenting the bloody hellish scene inside the underground base to the whole world, as well as everyone in the conference room.

The roar of guns and cannons, the howls of monsters, the screams of soldiers... these chilling sounds relentlessly poured into everyone's ears through the high-fidelity sound system in the conference room.

Some of the representatives with weaker psychological resilience turned pale, their foreheads covered in fine cold sweat; others closed their eyes tightly, clenching their fists so tightly that they didn't even realize their nails were digging deep into their palms.

Every second feels like an eternity to everyone here today.

The bright red casualty figures on the upper left of the large screen were still jumping vigorously...

(End of this chapter)