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

Chapters 496, 908, and 909: Another request for help from the [Subspace Group], a small order of 350 billion.

"Damn it, I'm doomed, I'm really doomed..."

Genes, the head of the BSAA organization who had become completely invisible, had cold sweat pouring down his forehead like a stream.

He knew that he had finally "graduated" completely.

But right now, nobody pays any attention to this 'little guy'.

Alexander Pierce looked at the group of representatives at the table who usually loved to talk big and seemed to have the whole world under their control, but were now helpless. A huge sense of powerlessness and absurd sense of responsibility suddenly overwhelmed him.

Tell me, shouldn't we, Hydra, restore order to this world?

Even we Hydra would shake our heads at the sight of these useless parasites!
Especially Nick Fury, that old schemer, who clearly has so many high-tech gadgets and weapons at his disposal, yet at this moment he's like a meditating monk with his eyes tightly closed.

Damn it, I told you to come here to catch up on your sleep?
Okay, okay, so you're even playing me, huh?
Alexander Pierce slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the urge to overturn the table on the spot.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a resolute determination in his pupils, as if he were making a desperate gamble.

We cannot allow the situation to continue to deteriorate.

Since no one can offer him advice right now, he has no choice but to make his own decision.

Alexander Pierce glanced at Ross, who was leisurely sipping coffee in the corner, and said in a slightly hoarse voice, with a sense of 'resignation' or 'defeat' and exhaustion, to the trembling assistant standing beside him:
"Contact [Subspace Group] for me immediately..."

He paused slightly, as if saying that name would be the greatest humiliation for him, but Alexander Pierce still gritted his teeth and continued, though each word seemed to be squeezed out with great difficulty.

“I want to speak directly with Mr. Karl Mara, no…”

As if remembering something, he changed his mind midway, saying, "It's about talking to CEO Zemo about the specifics of their [Didi ride-hailing service] cooperation!"

"What?!!"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback at first, but then most of them showed a relieved expression.

That's right, if it's the [Subspace Group] that's involved, then this is definitely a sure thing!
However... it feels a bit embarrassing.

Forget it, how much is face worth anyway?
Unlike the others, Nick Fury, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his one eye after hearing these words, looking at Alexander Pierce with a mixture of shock and anger.

The anger on his dark face was indescribable, as if he had just been betrayed by his beloved woman!
Alexander Pierce, sitting in the main seat, naturally noticed the puzzled look Nick Fury was giving him, but what could he do about it?
What a joke! If you won't help me, can't I ask your enemies for help?

However, watching his assistant frantically dialing the number for [Subspace Group], Alexander Pierce's lips twitched slightly.

Actually, what he least wanted was the [Subspace Group].

The previous phone call about the 'universal vaccine' cost the Security Council members at least hundreds of billions in net profit.

God knows what a high price we'll have to pay this time.

The thought of the Security Council being ripped off again made the veins on Alexander Pierce's temples throb violently, while a surge of rage and deep-seated humiliation welled up inside him.

For a big shot like him, who is ostensibly the chairman of the Security Council but secretly the leader of Hydra, asking for help is tantamount to bowing down to the Subspace Group.

But today, he bowed his head to the [Subspace Group] twice in a row!

Tell me, where is the dignity of Hydra?

Where is the face of Alexander Pierce?
Most importantly, the Daily Bugle's live broadcast 'backstabbing' and the way that bastard Rose was leisurely drinking coffee in the corner were like a red-hot branding iron, burning his dignity hard.

You all better remember this: one day, I'll get my revenge!
After a short wait, the call was connected.

“Mr. Zemo…”

Alexander Pierce suppressed his resentment and humiliation, and spoke first, feigning ease: "I didn't expect we'd be talking again so soon."

A sly, knowing voice, tinged with a hint of mischief and as if everything was under control, came from the other end of the phone:

"Yes, Chairman Pierce, but a staff member just told me you wanted to discuss matters related to [Didi ride-hailing service]. So... you haven't run into new trouble so quickly, have you?!"

Zemo's voice was clear and magnetic, and there seemed to be soft classical music in the background, which immediately created a cruel contrast with the deathly silence in the conference room.

Seeing that the other party dared to make fun of him to his face, Alexander Pierce clenched his teeth and almost crushed the phone in his hand.

They really didn't give me any face at all!
Fine, fine, you just wait and see.

But for now, he had to force himself to ignore the obvious sarcasm in the other person's tone and immediately get straight to the point, saying in a low voice:
"Albert Wesker is far too cunning. He's hidden a large number of BOWs in his underground base, which is why the Security Council's team suffered heavy casualties... And the Daily Bugle's live broadcast... well, whatever the means, we need to eliminate Albert Wesker immediately!!"

He spoke the word 'clean up' with unusual difficulty, giving the impression that he was voluntarily admitting his incompetence.

"Oh? Clean up Albert Wesker?"

Zemo's voice sounded interested, yet it was as casual as if he were discussing a routine business deal: "Dealing with that underground base and a large group of BOWs is indeed going to be difficult..."

"However, as you know, we at [Subspace Group] are dedicated to solving big problems for our 'valuable clients'!!"

He deliberately emphasized the phrase "valuable clients".

How could a seasoned veteran like Alexander Pierce not understand the meaning behind the other person's words?
However, he had already anticipated that the other party would make an exorbitant demand before even making the call, so he gritted his teeth and spat out a few words:

"Then... name your price!!"

After a brief silence, the soft rustling of papers turning over came from the other end of the phone. A moment later, Zemo feigned a thoughtful pause before speaking:
"Well, considering the current level of danger of the target, the urgency of the mission, and a comprehensive assessment of potential personnel losses and equipment maintenance..."

After a slight pause, Zemo announced a number: "500 billion US dollars."

"Wha...what?!"

Alexander Pierce could hardly believe his ears. He felt a surge of anger rush to his head, and his vision even blurred. He was so angry that he cursed into the phone, "500 billion?! You really dare to ask for that?"

"Why the hell don't you go rob a bank?!"

"No way, you couldn't even rob a bank to get this much money!"

"Do you think the UN Security Council is like the Federal Reserve with the power to print money, where you can just start printing more when you don't have enough?!"

The conference room was deathly silent, as if even the sounds of gunfire and screams from the live broadcast had subsided.

All the delegates looked at Alexander Pierce, who had suddenly broken down, with shocked expressions.

Only Ross, sitting in the corner, had a deeper, more subtle smile on his lips.

Zemo, on the other end of the phone, seemed completely oblivious to Alexander Pierce's rage, showing neither anger nor response, maintaining his maddening indifference and calm.

"Mr. Chairman, please watch your wording. This price is a quote based on rigorous cost accounting, and it is fair and honest..."

"What you need to eliminate now is not a street thug, but an army composed of biological weapons BOWs, and the world's number one bio-chemical KB operative hiding in an extremely fortified fortress!!"

"To complete the cleanup task within your limited timeframe, the risks that our [Subspace Group] needs to take, and the 'special resources' that we might need to utilize, are far beyond your imagination... Therefore, the $500 billion offer is absolutely worth every penny you're paying."

"Great value for money?!"

Alexander Pierce was trembling with rage; he really wanted to crawl through the phone screen and strangle that greedy bastard on the other end.

However, he had heard before that the fees for Didi ride-hailing services were very expensive, but he did not expect them to be so outrageously expensive.

"Impossible, this price is absolutely impossible... Moreover, the Security Council doesn't have that much money to spare!"

Alexander Pierce immediately adopted a tough stance, attempting to bargain with Zemo, "10 billion... no, 30 billion, that's the most I can do. Albert Wesker is just a mere terrorist; he's not worth investing that much money in us."

"I'm really sorry, Chairman Pierce, please find someone else."

Zemo shook his head and said without hesitation, "Although the [Didi ride-hailing service] offers certain discounts when dealing with behemoths other than [Titans] and [Kaijus], we will not accept orders below 300 billion."

As we all know, after King Kong successfully used his fists to help [Subspace Group] open up the [Didi Chuxing service] in the international market to deal with [Titan Beasts] and [Kaiju Beasts].

[Subspace Group] seized the opportunity and launched even more affordable branch services - such as 'Expelling Alien Invaders' and 'Expelling Hell Demons'!

This way, you can make money and train your [Thunder Warriors] at the same time – a win-win-win situation!
"you……"

Alexander Pierce's lips twitched slightly, his voice trembling with extreme anger and frustration as he gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay, then 300 billion..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zemo on the other end of the phone casually interrupted him, "I said the minimum is 300 billion, but I already said the price for this mission... it's 500 billion!"

Alexander Pierce was almost furious on the spot. This was really treating him like a Japanese person and trying to scam him!

But since he needed their help, he could only suppress his anger and said somewhat stiffly, "A maximum of 350 billion... that's the limit of funds the Security Council can currently use!"

Silence fell again on the other end of the phone.

Alexander Pierce could even hear the faint sound of Zemo tapping his fingers lightly on the table, as if he were weighing whether there would be any money left over after the mission was completed.

Time ticked by, and the silence on the other end of the phone made everyone in the conference room hold their breath.

On the live broadcast screen, the soldiers were dying at an increasingly rapid pace... but tragically, none of the powerful figures present truly cared about their lives.

Finally, Zemo's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of condescending 'helplessness,' as he said indifferently:
“Mr. Chairman, you have really given me a difficult problem. 350 billion... This price is barely enough to cover the basic costs of the Didi ride-hailing service.”

“Under normal circumstances, our group would not accept such a task with no profit margin.”

After a brief pause, as if engaged in a fierce internal struggle, Zemo finally nodded reluctantly and said:
"Alright, considering the 'sincerity' of the Security Council and your personal efforts, and for the common security interests of all humanity... $350 billion, take it or leave it!!"

hypocritical!!
Alexander Pierston sometimes felt like he'd been tricked.

350 billion!
It's enough to support a small country's military spending for several years.

But now, soldiers are dying every second during the live broadcast, and the Security Council's face is being brutally rubbed into the ground by Albert Wesker.

In order to quickly restore the Security Council's authority in the public eye and change public opinion, he had no choice at all...

"make a deal."

These two words seemed to have exhausted all of Alexander Pierce's strength as he squeezed them out from between his teeth, his voice filled with deep resentment and exhaustion.

Alexander Pierce suddenly felt as if he were a clown stripped naked and standing in the middle of the city, utterly pathetic.

"Believe me, Mr. Chairman, this is absolutely a wise choice."

Zemo's voice finally lost its coldness and became much lighter. He said with satisfaction, "The electronic contract will be sent to the Security Council's encrypted terminal immediately... Once signed, the Didi ride-hailing service will take effect immediately."

"Oh, by the way, it's a pleasure doing business with you!!"

After saying that, the call was abruptly ended without waiting for Alexander Pierce's response.

"Beep beep..."

At that moment, the busy tone coming from the phone sounded so jarring in the conference room.

Everyone turned their attention to Alexander Pierce, who sat in the main seat, his forehead veins bulging and his breathing noticeably heavier.

(End of this chapter)