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

Chapters 514, 944, and 945: Tony's 'Mini Gundam'?
While Steker Pantecost's 'Coastline Show' successfully captured the world's attention, it was ultimately overshadowed by King Kong and Godzilla from the Subspace Group.

Add to that the revelations from the Daily Bugle and the complete reversal of public opinion...

Alexander Pierce believes that the value of the PPDC organization has been greatly diminished in the eyes of the Security Council's top officials.

Nick Fury's blatant "acceptance" proposal prematurely ignited the conflict among various factions over "dividing the pie," providing him with a perfect opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

God really helps me!!!

"Jasper..."

Alexander Pierce's voice had regained its usual composure and calmness, but the excitement and fervor between his brows could not be concealed no matter how hard he tried.

"Immediately send someone to awaken the Winter Soldier and put him and his squad into maximum readiness..."

"Furthermore, all the 'seeds' that infiltrated the PPDC organization began implementing the 'harvest' agreement after the Security Council issued the 'reorganization' order."

"I want all the core data of those Titan Hunter mechs and Pym Particles to be quietly... transferred to other hands the moment the PPDC organization is officially declared 'reorganized'!!"

At this point, Alexander Pierce's face revealed an absolute confidence in controlling the future, and he clenched his fist tightly, saying:

"The moment to overturn the world order and rebuild the 'New Hydra Era'... is coming!!"

"Yes." Upon seeing this, Sitwell's eyes flashed with fanaticism. He placed his right hand on his chest, bowed slightly, and silently declared his loyalty, "Long live Hydra!!!"

……

Meanwhile, inside a secret research and development base of the [PPDC organization].

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies the turbulent Pacific Ocean, while sunlight struggles to penetrate the thick bulletproof glass, casting dappled shadows into the technologically advanced laboratory.

Tony Stark and Dr. Reed Richards, two brilliant scientists "borrowed" by Nick Fury as "technical advisors," are sitting side by side in front of a huge curved screen.

The screen wasn't displaying complex experimental data, but rather footage exclusively revealed by the Daily Bugle of the deep-sea battle in Challenger Abyss.

In the scene: King Kong, wearing the [A02 Symbiote Combat Suit], is a huge and evil figure like an ancient war god. With unparalleled strength, he directly smashes a [Kaiju] with three punches.
The appearance of Godzilla that followed was even more outrageous. In the depths of the ocean, it used an unstoppable atomic breath to instantly kill a behemoth-like Kaiju.

Although the whole process may not seem as thrilling as the battle meticulously planned by Strick Pantecost on the coastline, it still gives people a suffocating sense of powerful control over absolute force.

As John Jameson finally announced that the wormhole of the Pioneer Civilization had been completely shut down by the Warp Corporation, Tony Stark and Reed Richards couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

The former let out an exaggerated sigh of relief, collapsing into the soft, comfortable ergonomic chair like a deflated balloon, his legs propped up unceremoniously on the control panel piled with tools and documents in front of him.

"Phew... Thank goodness, this time the courier service from outer space has finally shut down."

Tony Stark picked up a slightly cold cup of coffee, took a sip, then frowned in disgust and put it down. He turned to Reed Richards with feigned ease and smiled:

"But it looks like this time we can finally take a long vacation and not have to worry about these instruments and formulas all day long."

Reed Richards was rubbing his temples with his fingers, as was his habit. His signature brown curly hair was slightly messy, and his brows were furrowed, as if he was still immersed in the scene he had just witnessed.

Hearing Tony Stark's words, he turned his head somewhat blankly and asked, "A long vacation? Why? Wasn't the Kaiju threat eliminated? We still have a lot of follow-up data to analyze..."

Although he is hailed as 'the smartest person in the world,' that refers to science and academia.

However, when it comes to sensitivity to emotions or politics, his sense of smell is utterly useless, like someone with intellectual disabilities.

Otherwise, Susan, the Invisible Woman, wouldn't have resolutely left him and subsequently fallen into Victor Doom's arms.

“Oh my God, Reed, you…”

Tony Stark exaggeratedly slapped his forehead and looked at the other person with a look that said, "You're the smartest idiot in the scientific world."

But after spending some time with the other person, he had come to understand their personality, so he still used his usual nonchalant tone to take the initiative to explain:

"The wormhole has been closed, and the crisis of the Kaiju invasion has been resolved. This means that... the PPDC, an organization specifically established to deal with the Kaiju invasion crisis, has lost its essential foundation for existence!"

"Think about it, now that the Kaiju are gone, which member state is willing to spend tens or hundreds of billions of dollars every year to support these big boys who pilot giant robots and play house?!"

At this point, Tony Stark couldn't help but show a touch of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing both admiration and reflection). He sat up slightly, spread his hands, and continued his analysis in a knowing tone:

"Look at what happened to Monarchy. They were disbanded just like that because their research on Titans was overshadowed by the Warp Group..."

"So if I'm not mistaken, the current [PPDC organization] will probably suffer the same fate?!"

"Heh heh, you can only blame Stephen Pentecost for his terrible luck. He had a really big show going, the whole 'Battle of the Coastline' had global audiences on the edge of their seats, but what a pity... the final highlight was stolen by that 'gorilla' and 'giant lizard' from the [Subspace Group]. Not only did he lose all his limelight, but he was also dragged into the conspiracy theories. Tsk tsk, what a tragic situation!!"

"Given the way those bureaucrats at the Security Council are behaving, and the member states that are footing the bill, there's no way they'll keep this money-burning bottomless pit going."

"I have to say, this [Subspace Corporation] is really something to be wary of and a real headache... But the one who's probably the angrier this time is Nick Fury, right? That guy must be furious by now!"

Reed Richards remained silent for a moment, not responding to the part about the Security Council and Nick Fury. His super-fast brain clearly understood the political logic in Tony's words, but he didn't care about it and didn't want to cause himself any big trouble.

So he adjusted his glasses, frowned, and turned his gaze back to the imposing silhouettes of King Kong and Godzilla frozen on the screen. He then offered his speculation regarding the Subspace Corporation. "Tony, have you ever considered... just how advanced is the technology that Subspace Corporation has demonstrated?"

"Especially the way the wormhole was closed this time. Although the Daily Bugle did not report it, I think it was definitely not a simple violent destruction. It is very likely a precise 'stitching' or 'sealing' technique of spatial structure that we cannot currently understand."

Reed Richards' tone became more serious than ever before, filled with the inquisitiveness unique to top scientists and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension.

"This likely means that the Subspace Group's expertise in space physics, energy manipulation, and even possibly cross-dimensional technology far surpasses that of any institution or theory known to us on Earth."

"General Strick Pantecost's tactical choices in this 'failure' of the PPDC organization may have had some flaws, but..."

"But he lost to a 'cheater'?"

Before Reed Richards could finish speaking, Tony Stark interrupted him with a laugh, waving his hand dismissively as if to dispel the increasingly heavy atmosphere in the laboratory. "Haha, Dr. Reed, aren't you thinking a bit too far ahead of your time with this company?"

"Don't be so serious. I mean, Steker Pantecost's loss this time was entirely deserved!"

"His idea of ​​using [Pym Particles] to amplify the mech is crazy and cool. You've seen the actual combat effect; it can indeed go toe-to-toe with those giant monsters."

"To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that the [Subspace Group] had the trump cards of [Godzilla] and [King Kong], the [PPDC Organization] might have actually turned the tide this time!"

"But unfortunately... luck is also a part of strength, and Steker Pentecost clearly didn't invest in that aspect!!"

Tony Stark's tone carried a hint of regret for his 'colleague' Stark Pentecost, but more than that, it conveyed a sense of detached ease.

In his view, as long as the problem of 'alien invasion' can be solved, it doesn't really matter which organization or individual takes action.

He is even willing to lend a helping hand when needed.

Tony Stark seemed unwilling to steer the conversation toward something more serious, so he stood up, stretched, and loosened his neck, which had become slightly stiff from sitting for so long. Then, changing the subject, he adopted a more relaxed expression and said:

"Hey Reed, seriously, since we're about to be 'unemployed,' why don't you come over to my Stark Tower for a visit?"

"I'm planning to throw a huge party when I get back, to really relax and celebrate the end of this tedious and boring period of overtime..."

"If you come, not only will you get all the food and lodging, but you can also pick any beautiful woman you like. I'll also let you see the little gadgets I've been working on lately—my [Iron Legion]!"

"It's definitely more interesting than you tinkering with those elastic molecules all day..."

Reed Richards was taken aback at first, still trying to adapt to Tony's unconventional way of thinking.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. It's a miracle that a billionaire like Tony Stark could endure the loneliness of scientific research and work for the PPDC organization in this base for so long!

He then adjusted his glasses with a hint of helplessness, a knowing look and a faint sigh appearing on his face:
"You've been staying here with me for quite some time now. I suppose Jarvis helped you with the follow-up debugging and deployment of those mechanical legions?"

It has to be said that at times, Reed Richards really envied Tony Stark. They were both geniuses, but the latter not only had a successful career and was surrounded by beautiful women, but also had a loyal and capable AI butler.

On the other hand, what about him?

It seems that apart from the title of "the smartest man in the world," he accomplished nothing in the first half of his life.

Starting a business is doomed to failure, investing is bound to lose money, scientific research will go wrong, and your girlfriend will run away...

These seemingly curse-like words were closely linked to the first half of his life, to the point that he squandered all his savings early on, accumulated a mountain of debt, and eventually became a tool for Nick Fury to work for free.

Reed Richards really couldn't understand why, despite both being geniuses, his fate was so different from Tony Stark's.
"Bingo!"

Tony Stark seemed oblivious to the fleeting sadness in Reed Richards' eyes. He snapped his fingers crisply, a hint of pride on his face: "For repetitive tasks like this, of course, you should leave them to my most reliable and efficient butler!"

"Does this genius boss really need to do everything himself?"

He raised his chin with a hint of smugness, then lowered his voice mysteriously, "However... actually, the [Iron Legion] is just an appetizer. The real feast is the secret weapon I tailored for myself!"

Tony Stark's eyes gleamed with excitement, like a child showing off a new toy to his friend: "I call it the [Mark 44 Mini Gundam Armor]!!"

"A miniature Gundam?!"

A hint of confusion flashed in Reed Richards' eyes behind his glasses. The word was clearly beyond the scope of his rigorous scientific dictionary, though he had seen a similar name in some comic books before.

"That's right, it's exactly what you're thinking of..."

Tony Stark, beaming with pride, spread his arms wide, gesturing a huge outline in front of him, and introduced with delight:
"The inspiration for it initially came from my concept of an 'anti-Hulk armor,' but later, after seeing those [Titan behemoths] running rampant..."

Tony's expression gradually turned serious. "I think, as a responsible genius, a millionaire, a playboy, a philanthropist... well, well, most importantly, a genius! That's what I care about most!"

"Therefore, I needed an ultimate suit of armor to deal with the threat of such a big guy... and so, the 'mini Gundam armor' was born."

"Actually, to be precise, it should be called the [Anti-Titan Armor]!!"

(End of this chapter)