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

Chapters 534-985: Questioning Fury, Understanding Fury, Becoming Fury
"Colonel Rhodes is right."

Captain America nodded very seriously, clearly agreeing with James Rhodes' seemingly joking suggestion. He looked intently at Tony Stark and said sincerely:

"Over the past two years, without the direct involvement of our Avengers, the Subspace Corporation has successfully repelled several major threats from alien invaders and even from other dimensions."

"Judging solely from the results, Mr. Karl Mara and the [Subspace Group] have demonstrated extremely high efficiency and reliability in responding to this global crisis."

"To be honest... in this respect, they may have done a much better job than us [the Avengers]."

"So, Tony, you don't actually have to..."

Captain America didn't finish his sentence, but everyone else already understood what he meant.

The others nodded in agreement.

Although the appearance of the [Subspace Group] largely stole many opportunities for everyone present to steal the spotlight.

But when faced with a huge crisis, it is a very fortunate thing for humanity to have such a powerful and reliable 'ally'.

Therefore, people didn't actually have much negative feelings towards the [Subspace Group].

However, in order to appease Nick Fury, they had to clearly express their disgust and hostility towards Karl Mara and the Subspace Group.

There's nothing we can do; that dark-skinned guy's mind is so narrow-minded that it's unimaginable to most people!

However, Captain America's words were like a sharp awl, piercing Tony Stark's sensitive nerves.

"Ha, do you see that? That's why..."

Tony Stark's forehead veins bulged, his lips trembled violently with extreme anger, and his voice became shrill and almost cracked:
"That's why I had to do it...that's why I had to upload my brain's neural circuit model into the [Ultron System]!!"

"Because of you...all of you..."

He pointed at everyone present, his fingers trembling with excitement.

“You are all too reliant on the [Subspace Corporation]. You subconsciously believe that even if the sky falls, Karl Mara, this 'tall guy,' will hold it up. But have you ever thought about... what if one day even the [Subspace Corporation] loses?”

"If their Titans are defeated, and their Thunder Warriors are wiped out... what will we do then?"

"Are we all supposed to kneel down and kowtow to those alien invaders, begging for mercy?!"

After a brief pause, he took a deep breath and unleashed the deepest, darkest, and most forbidden fear hidden in his heart.

"Or what if one day our enemy becomes the [Subspace Group] itself?"

"What if that guy Karl Mara suddenly decides he no longer wants to be the guardian of Earth, but instead wants to be its ruler? What will we do then?!"

"What can we possibly do to stop a super private military-industrial complex that possesses numerous Titans such as Godzilla, King Kong, and Mothra, as well as an entire Thunder Warriors Legion whose members are all captains... and is completely unregulated by the Security Council or any government organization, and is not bound by any laws?!"

"Come on, who can tell me the answer?!"

Upon hearing this, the entire banquet hall instantly fell into a deathly, suffocating silence.

You can hear the needle drop.

Tony Stark's words were like an invisible magnifying glass, magnifying, magnifying, and magnifying the deepest, most unthinkable fears hidden in everyone's heart!
From a certain perspective, Tony Stark was indeed right.

The power of the Subspace Group is evident to the naked eye; judging from its current combat capabilities alone, it is far stronger than any other organization, including S.H.I.E.L.D.

Even Nick Fury, who exudes a sense of oppression, has suffered countless defeats in direct confrontations with the Subspace Corporation.

In the past, the power of the Subspace Group and its seemingly lawful and neutral stance of "actively protecting Earth's safety" made people subconsciously overlook the extreme possibility that "one day the Subspace Group might become an enemy."

Or rather, they prefer not to think about these kinds of questions.

But at this moment, Tony Stark presented this extreme possibility in the most acute and direct way, and everyone immediately felt a chill run from their spines to the top of their heads.

If Tony Stark's prediction comes true, one day the Subspace Corporation will go from being 'guardians of Earth' to 'invaders of Earth'.

That would be an unprecedented catastrophe for the Avengers, for S.H.I.E.L.D., and for the entire Earth.

It could even far exceed the scale of any previous alien invasion...

Captain America's expression became more serious than ever before.

He even clenched his fists instinctively when Tony Stark mentioned that terrible possibility.

The scene described by the other party was undoubtedly an ultimate nightmare for him.

Because he discovered that he couldn't immediately provide a definite solution that could defeat the [Subspace Group].

At this moment, Captain America and everyone else finally began to understand why Nick Fury always had that deep fear and unease in his eyes whenever he mentioned the Subspace Corporation and Karl Mara.

silence.

A tense silence lasting more than ten seconds.

Finally, Captain America slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, raised his head, his gaze now resolute, filled with his unique, unyielding conviction, and looked directly into Tony Stark's bloodshot eyes, saying:
"If that day ever comes and the [Subspace Group] stands against humanity... then we will unite as one, gather all forces that can be united, and face it together, just as we have faced every powerful enemy before!!"

Then, he abruptly changed the subject, bringing it back to reality: "But Colonel Rhodes is right. Our current enemy is Ultron. It wants to destroy us. This is an imminent threat, so we must race against time and find it before it makes a move."

As he spoke, his gaze returned to Tony Stark, and he asked with some concern, "Tony, you've lost Jarvis, and your Mark 43 armor has been taken by Ultron. I'm afraid there's nothing you can do..."

"It's ok."

Tony Stark interrupted Captain America, his face regaining some of its usual arrogance, but his eyes still held a deep weariness and conflict.

He waved to the crowd with a nonchalant expression, and said in a seemingly relaxed tone:
"Don't worry, Captain. While Jarvis is important, he's not my only option... Besides Jarvis, I have other backup AI assistants. As for the armor..."

A complex smile played on his lips: "I happen to have an even better, yet not fully completed, upgraded suit of armor waiting for me in the lab... Looks like it's time to get it 'graduated' ahead of schedule!!"

"very good."

Captain America's eyes lit up, a 'As expected of you' expression appearing on his face. He nodded slightly, then, with his innate leadership and decisiveness, began to clearly assign tasks to everyone: "In that case, our first step is to find the whereabouts of Ultron..."

"This world is vast, and Ultron is like a digital ghost, so to find it as quickly as possible, we must narrow down our search area as much as possible."

"Then the task of searching for Ultron will be left to the three of you: Tony, Banner, and Dr. Reed."

His gaze swept over Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, and Reed Richards one by one.

"The three of you possess the most brilliant minds on Earth. I believe you can utilize every available resource to find that bastard for me!!"

Then he looked at the others, "The rest of you, immediately go on high alert, check your equipment, and await further instructions... Move out!"

With Captain America's command, despite the 'accident' that had just caused some cracks within the Avengers, the team was reunited.

But everyone, like interconnected gears, began to operate at high speed, trying to mend the 'Pandora's Box' that Tony Stark had opened himself.

However, what they didn't know was that what they thought was Ultron, created by Tony Stark, was actually just a little trick deliberately pulled by Arnim Zola, the Chosen of Tzeentch.

At this moment, driven by Anim Zola, a plan far grander and more sinister than the original story has quietly begun to unfold.

The gears of fate are turning!

……

Abandoned industrial area in southeast Washington, D.C.

The night is as dark as ink, so thick that it cannot be dissolved.

A certain abandoned industrial area, far from the city center, seems to be a corner forgotten by modern civilization.

Only the pale moonlight occasionally pierced through the thick clouds, sparingly casting a few rays of light across the ruins, outlining the dilapidated remains of the factories and warehouses that had been severely corroded and collapsed in the last Titan battle.

The mountains of abandoned machinery and dusty cargo boxes cast menacing shadows.

The air was filled with a mixed smell of metal corrosion and oxidation, and the stench of some kind of decaying organic matter.

In this deathly silence, the only sounds were the shrill whistling of the night wind as it swept through the dilapidated buildings, like the wailing of wronged souls, and the faint background noise of traffic coming from the distant highway.

At this moment, in a corner of the abandoned industrial area, in a dilapidated warehouse whose main structure is still relatively intact, with only a small part collapsed, the darkness is so thick that it is almost impossible to dissipate.

Only a few rays of moonlight slanted down through the holes in the roof, casting dappled patterns of light on the dusty and garbage-strewn ground.

For some, such an environment is precisely the perfect place to conduct dirty deals.

call--

A tall figure with wings on its back, like a ghost, silently descended from the dark shadows atop a dilapidated building outside the warehouse.

Even though the ground was covered with pebbles and debris, he didn't make a sound when he landed.

He was as cautious as if he were the most elite predator born from darkness itself.

Swah——

The massive black wings behind the towering figure and the black skin covering his body receded rapidly like a tide, revealing Eddie Brock's form in the blink of an eye.

He was wearing an inconspicuous dark hoodie, and perhaps because he felt guilty, he deliberately pulled the hood down low, covering most of his face. But the exposed jawline was taut, exuding a cold, unapproachable aura and exhaustion.

Eddie Block did not act immediately, but stood still like a statue, but his eyes, which gleamed slightly in the shadows, scanned the surrounding environment with the sharpness of an infrared scanner.

His gaze swept over every corner where danger might lurk, listening to the faintest sounds around him, and even catching any unusual odor molecules in the air.

A full minute passed before he could confirm that there was no other living being with a heartbeat or breathing in the deathly silence. Only then did the muscles on his face, which had been tense, relax slightly.

After confirming there was no danger, Eddie Brock stepped into the warehouse, his gaze immediately fixed on a tall figure standing silently at the edge of the warehouse, with his back to him, where the moonlight and darkness met.

The figure was completely shrouded in a large black cloak, and like him, the brim of the cloak was pulled down very low, completely obscuring the head and body features. From a distance, it looked like a solidified shadow that blended into the surrounding environment.

If it weren't for Eddie Brock's enhanced senses, it would have been almost impossible to detect the other party in the first instance.

"Hmph, playing tricks..."

Eddie Block let out a barely audible groan, tinged with impatience and annoyance at being mocked.

He took a step, his boots making no sound on the dusty, gravelly ground, and walked towards the figure opposite him like a ghost.

He stopped about ten meters away from the other party.

This distance allows for both offense and defense.

"It must have been the encrypted message you sent me that lured me to this godforsaken place, right?"

Eddie Block's voice carried a deliberately suppressed calm, which sounded unusually cold in the quiet and empty warehouse.

He looked at the figure opposite him, whose back was to him and whose entire body was hidden in a large cloak, and threatened, "I don't have much time, and I have even less patience. Speak your mind now, but I'm warning you..."

"If your next topic doesn't interest me at all and is just a waste of my time... I guarantee you'll suffer a much worse fate than those ruins outside."

silence.

A few seconds of deathly silence, broken only by the faint whistling of the wind.

Then, the figure opposite, whose entire body was shrouded in a cloak, moved.

Instead of turning around, it emitted a strange, inhuman sound, like a highly processed electronic synthesized voice, clearly lacking the smooth and natural emotional fluctuations of a human.

"Eddie, please, don't get so worked up..." The electronic voice slowly rang out, creating a slight echo in the empty warehouse, "Relax, I'm not your enemy, quite the opposite, I'm here... to help you."

(End of this chapter)