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

Chapters 515, 946, and 947: Fury: You want to steal my peaches? No way!

"This suit of armor integrates all my current cutting-edge technologies: the maximum output of the [Ark Reactor], the energy weapon array, and composite armor made of gold-titanium alloy, fiberglass, ceramics, and more... Even if I were to face [King Kong] or [Godzilla] head-on, I'm confident I could defeat them... Uh?!"

When Tony Stark saw the undisguised skepticism on Reed Richards's face, which screamed "You're bluffing," his initially enthusiastic voice softened, and he added somewhat sheepishly:

"Uh, don't look at me like that. Okay, I admit, based on Jarvis's theoretical calculations, the odds of winning are about 50%..."

"But this is just the beginning. Once I solve the energy overload and joint cushioning issues, and with the matching [Veronica System]... Reed, believe me, when my Gundam makes its debut, it will absolutely blow everyone away!!"

In closing, his sharp tongue finally kicked in, and he couldn't resist taking a jab at the PPDC organization, saying, "They're at least a hundred times cooler than those bulky, clunky Titan Hunter mechs that Stark Pentecost built!"

Reed Richards watched Tony's beaming face and forced a very perfunctory smile.

After spending this time together, he had come to deeply appreciate Tony Stark's cynical speaking style, a blend of genius and childlike eccentricity.

Therefore, he wisely chose the prudent approach of neither denying, supporting, nor taking sides in the face of such a high-profile declaration.

Compared to these things, he is actually more concerned about the work at hand.

Only by completing the task assigned by Nick Fury can he possibly regain his freedom... After all, his current situation is absolutely terrible!

“Tony, I believe your… uh, mini Gundam armor will definitely attract a lot of attention.”

After giving a dry reply, Reed Richards turned his gaze back to the large system data model displayed on the computer in front of him—the real-time calculation of the core logic framework of the [Ultron System].

"However, this project we're currently working on is nearing completion, and I want to finish it before we officially go on our 'vacation'!"

This time, Tony Stark unusually refrained from his sharp tongue and instead suppressed his usual smirk.

To be honest, he quite admired the man in front of him who was always so energetic in his scientific research.

Because isn't he himself a workaholic just like everyone else?
Otherwise, how could he possibly stay here and develop an artificial intelligence system for the PPDC organization for free, based solely on the 'threat' from that black guy Nick Fury?

That's just wishful thinking!
Da da da……

As Reed Richards' fingers danced across the keyboard, strings of intricate code were input into the computer. Countless tiny optical paths were processed by the dazzlingly precise core processor array, and then, like the hand of a creator, the blue 'brain' of an electronic life being conceived was projected, constructed, interwoven, and evolved little by little in mid-air by the 3D holographic projection device in the laboratory.

This is precisely the core of Reed Richards and Tony Stark's work at the PPDC base—building the ultimate artificial intelligence defense system that Nick Fury and Stark Pentecost have pinned their hopes on: Ultron!!!
“You’re right, let’s do it for the sake of the [Ultron System]…”

Tony Stark glanced at the 'Blue Brain' that was already taking shape under the 3D holographic projection device opposite him, then returned to his console and began typing rapidly on the keyboard, bringing up another set of extremely complex code.

"The basic framework has been built, and the autonomous learning module, logical decision tree module, global defense network interface, and the final debugging of the core protocol are almost complete."

"That damn bastard Nick Fury hasn't contributed a single penny, but he keeps nagging me like he's going to die if I delay even a day longer."

His tone carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue and extreme dissatisfaction with someone's shameless, high-handed policies.

But the effort Tony put into it during this period, and the genius-like creativity that the two of them unleashed and collided, made him have a fervent expectation for the birth of the Ultron System.

"only……"

Tony Stark suddenly stopped typing, turned his head to glance at Reed Richards, who was engrossed in his work, and teased him with a wicked grin:
"I wonder if the PPDC organization will still exist when the Ultron System is finally released!!"

A brief silence fell over the laboratory, followed by two hearty, synchronized laughs, like those of two big boys.

However, what the two are unaware of is that outside this research and development base, a covert battle has already begun over how to divide up the [PPDC organization].

And these two will, in the future, be thrust into an unprecedented mechanical storm because of the [Ultron System]...

King Kong and Godzilla shut down the wormhole threat from the deep sea, but inadvertently opened a far more complex Pandora's box belonging to humanity itself!

……

【S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters - New Tri-Wing Building】

Nick Fury stands in front of his enormous floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the New Tri-Wing Tower.

Outside the window, the Potomac River shimmers in the sunlight, and Washington, D.C., is largely rebuilt.

This should have been a magnificent sight symbolizing power and control.

However, at this moment, Nick Fury's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, and the anger burning in his single eye almost burned through the bulletproof glass in front of him.

There is no other reason.

Just minutes earlier, he had received a 'tactful' but utterly ruthless notification from Alexander Pierce.

The other party rejected his proposal to fully acquire the Titan Hunter mechs of the PPDC organization.

The wording given was very official, and the reasons were even more high-sounding—it needed to be fully discussed by all members of the Security Council, the asset disposal needed to comply with international procedures, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s current responsibilities and focus should be on global security, etc.

The reply was laced with undisguised perfunctoriness and cold rejection.

"Pierce, what the hell are you doing?!"

Nick Fury's fists were clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force and making a soft cracking sound.

He could almost picture Alexander Pierce in his office, with that perfunctory, hypocritical politician's smile, joining the other Security Council leaders in mocking him.

But the problem is.

He and S.H.I.E.L.D. invested a massive amount of resources, both in terms of money and capital, in support of the Titan Hunter mech project.

Furthermore, he provided a crucial technological window—although Hank Pym created the Pym Particles, Nick Fury ultimately handled the implementation, making it essentially S.H.I.E.L.D. property. He even dispatched Tony Stark, Reed Richards, and Ichiro Serizawa to 'assist' Stark Pentecost in stabilizing the situation and accelerating the research progress…

But who would have thought that just as the fruit was about to ripen, that old fox Alexander Pierce would suddenly trip it up?!
However, logically speaking, given his relationship with Alexander Pierce, the other party should never have jumped out to undermine him, right?

What exactly went wrong?

Wait a minute, could it be that he didn't let Iron Man attend his nephew's birthday party last time?!
No way?
He probably wouldn't hold a grudge over something so small, right?
Aside from Alexander Pierce being an obstacle, there was another thing that equally infuriated Nick Fury.

That was the overwhelming praise for King Kong, Godzilla, and the Subspace Corporation in the Daily Bugle... and of course, countless negative comments about the PPDC organization for 'fixing matches' and 'failing at the last minute'.

The performance originally designed by Strickland Pentecost could have been the perfect springboard for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s powerful expansion!

Those Titan Hunter mechs that shone brightly in the 'Coastline War' should have been his important bargaining chips in dealing with the 'Subspace Group' and the more complex threats and situations to come!

But now... it's all fucking ruined!

It was all ruined by John Jameson's foul mouth!
Thinking of this, Nick Fury felt a surge of anger rising within him.

“Karl Mara, look what you’ve done! I swear, I’ll never forgive you…”

Nick Fury gazed out the window in the direction of Sokovia, his icy voice sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a chilling edge.

He secretly vowed in his heart that one day he would personally deal with this hateful guy who had become the biggest obstacle in his path.

must! ! !
"Hmph, whoever it is, trying to steal my prize? No way... I'm going to take those six [Titan Hunter Mechs]!"

A fierce and resolute glint flashed in Nick Fury's single eye. He then turned around and pressed a number on an encrypted channel on his communicator.

"Hill, immediately send agents to secretly monitor several high-ranking members of the Security Council. I need to know every decision Pierce and the others have made regarding the PPDC!"

“Yes, Chief!” Maria Hill’s efficient voice came through the receiver. Even though Nick Fury’s order sounded both illegal and outrageous, she did not hesitate at all.

After ending the call, Nick Fury turned his gaze back to the window.

He knew that a war, a war without gunpowder but far more dangerous, had begun from this moment on.

Nick Fury, however, would never give up easily.

You want to take those Titan Hunter mechs from me?
Let's see whose methods are more sophisticated, whose style is more despicable... uh, more deadly!
As for the increasingly powerful [Subspace Group] and Karl Mara...

Nick Fury's gaze deepened with apprehension; it would be a longer and more difficult game.

But at this moment, he must concentrate his efforts and first cut off those sinister hands that are trying to reach for his 'prey'!
…………

……

Two days later.

[Security Council Headquarters].

In the chairman's office.

The heavy oak door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and General Steker Pantecost's tall figure appeared in the doorway.

His crisp, dark blue PPDC general's uniform seemed unusually heavy, as if it were soaked with the weight of an impending storm, and the exhaustion and despondency that had accumulated after the smoke of battle but had nowhere to be released.

Steker Pantecost's dark face was taut, his brow furrowed with a suppressed, almost explosive anger and resentment.

His gleaming leather shoes echoed dully on the polished marble floor, each step feeling like a trampling on his own dignity.

Inside the office, light streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, outlining the silhouette of Alexander Pierce's body.

He was sitting behind a large solid wood desk, with his back to the door, seemingly admiring the picturesque scenery of the United Nations Square outside the window.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he slowly turned around.

His wrinkled old face was already adorned with a carefully crafted expression—a mixture of the authority of a superior, a touch of just the right amount of regret, and an almost condescending, encouraging smile!

It's clear that he had prepared for today's meeting well in advance.

"General Pantecost, please have a seat..."

Alexander Pierce's voice was steady as he looked at Steker Pentecost across from him, whose brows were furious. A sly glint flashed in his eyes, but his face remained composed, as if he were in complete control. He gestured to the armchair across the desk.

Strick Pantecost was unusually tough this time. His dark face did not show the usual flattered and hypocritical expression. Instead, he strode to the chair.

But this time he did not sit down immediately. Instead, he stood there like a silent reef, his sharp gaze fixed on Alexander Pierce behind the desk.

The air in the office seemed to freeze at that moment, with only the low hum of the central air conditioning audible.

However, Alexander Pierce didn't care about this silent resistance at all. He leaned forward slightly, rested his chin on one hand, and tapped the smooth tabletop lightly with the other, making a soft 'tap-tap' sound, creating an invisible pressure.

"I know……"

Alexander Pierce broke the silence first, his voice still calm and steady, but carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.

"You must have found it hard to accept the Security Council's decision to dismantle the PPDC organization."

He paused slightly, raised an eyebrow, and looked intently at Steker Pentecost opposite him. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you, Pentecost... you should know better than anyone why the [PPDC Organization] was approved for establishment in the first place, right?!"

(End of this chapter)