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

Chapters 562, 1040, and 1041: Wanted Captain America
"What we need to do now is to seize this opportunity and direct all the blame and official accusations at Steve Rogers, issuing a top-level arrest warrant for him on charges of assassinating the director and betraying S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

"Then we'll use every resource at our disposal to bring him to justice..."

“Doing this has several huge advantages: First, it can fundamentally cut off Nick Fury’s arm, because Captain America is one of his most important allies and combat forces.”

“If the captain is wanted, forced to flee, or captured and controlled by us, then even if Nick Fury doesn’t die, he will have lost most of his military strength and external support.”

"Even if he has any further plans, implementing them will be fraught with difficulties..."

"Second, shift the focus! This matter is too explosive and too unbelievable. Once it is made public, it will inevitably become the focus of attention for all intelligence agencies, news media and the general public around the world."

Everyone's attention will be firmly drawn to the two earth-shattering mysteries: 'Why did Captain America betray us?' and 'Is Nick Fury dead or alive?'

By then, who will care about the final budget approval for Project Insight? Who will pay too much attention to whether the final commissioning and weapon loading of the three Space Carriers have exceeded the norm?

This will undoubtedly give us invaluable, uninterrupted preparation time and operational space to conclude the final phase of the "Insight Project"!

"Finally, let's test the waters! We're conducting a massive manhunt for Captain America. If this is a trap deliberately set by Nick Fury, then they will inevitably have follow-up actions and reactions. Their true colors will be revealed sooner or later..."

"If they really start fighting amongst themselves, it will be a golden opportunity for us. We can take advantage of the situation and defeat them one by one!"

After speaking, Hitwell held his breath, anxiously awaiting Alexander Pierce's final verdict.

However, there was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

Alexander Pierce turned and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the bustling city below. The seriousness and confusion on his face gradually faded, replaced by an eager impulse.

Hitwell's words were like a key, instantly unlocking the shackles of his mind.

That's right!

The truth is completely unimportant!

The key is how to seize this unexpected "opportunity" to clear the final obstacles for the [Insight Project]!

But, Hitterville, you've got a whole set of stories to tell. Are you planning to take the postgraduate entrance exam?
A few seconds later, Alexander Pierce's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

“Very good, Hitville.” His voice regained its usual calm and authority, and he said with a hint of appreciation, “Your mind is getting sharper and sharper… It’s still useful in crucial moments.”

Upon hearing this, Hitterville on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if his back was almost soaked with cold sweat.

“Do as you say.” Alexander Pierce gave the order decisively. “Immediately, with my highest authority, notify all Level 7 and above field and office agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. to cancel all leave and assemble in the Level A Operations Command Room at headquarters in twenty minutes… I have an important order to announce on the spot.”

He paused, then added meaningfully, "Oh, right, remember to 'ignore' the Avengers members for now... especially Barton and Romanoff, no need to notify them!!"

"Understood, sir, I'll take care of it right away." At this moment, Hitwell's voice was filled with an inexplicable enthusiasm.

The era of Hydra is finally about to begin!!

……

Twenty minutes later.

[S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters].

[Level A Operations Command Center]

The hall was brightly lit, and a huge circular screen displayed various data streams and global maps.

Nearly a hundred senior agents dressed in S.H.I.E.L.D. uniforms or tactical gear gathered here. Most of them looked puzzled, some were chatting in twos and threes, and others were sitting on chairs, anxiously waiting for the 'commander' who had summoned them to arrive.

A tense atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing, had begun to permeate the air.

Such an urgent and high-level temporary mobilization is extremely rare in peacetime.

"What's going on? Why did the bureau suddenly summon all those at level seven and above?"

"I don't know, my task is at its most critical stage..."

"Is it related to the bureau chief? I heard I haven't been able to reach him all day."

"I heard... something terrible has happened..."

Just as everyone was whispering and speculating, the metal door of the command center slid open.

Agent Hitwell, his slightly overweight figure, walked in. He adjusted his glasses, his face bearing a deliberately serious and authoritative expression, and went straight to the main control console at the front of the hall.

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He clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention, then, in an imperious and authoritative tone, loudly commanded:
"Attention everyone! Top order... From this moment forward, immediately suspend all non-absolutely urgent tasks and work. The entire bureau is immediately placed on Level 1 combat readiness!"

The order was given, and a slight commotion arose below.

Level 1 combat readiness?
This is a level that is usually activated when dealing with global crises!

Is it possible that aliens are preparing to invade Earth again?
Ignoring the reactions of the crowd below, Hitwell continued to rapidly issue the remaining instructions that Alexander Pierce had given him:
"Technical Team! Immediately contact the Department of Transportation to urgently coordinate the closure of all major airports within the Washington, D.C. area... All arrival and departure runways of Washington International Airport, Dulles International Airport, and Reagan International Airport must be closed and air traffic control implemented!"

"Data Analysis Team! Immediately take over backup access to all traffic surveillance cameras, security cameras, and even private cameras in commercial areas throughout Washington, D.C. for today."

"Connect all data streams to the headquarters mainframe and use the [Insight System] for highest priority facial recognition and behavioral pattern analysis..."

"Logistics and Communications Team! Immediately review all communication devices across the entire organization, including encrypted phones, internal networks, personal computers, tablets... in short, all electronic devices need to undergo security scanning and trace verification."

Then, he took a deep breath, his gaze swept across the entire room, and his voice suddenly rose several decibels:
"Listen up, all of you! This is a top priority mission... If anyone, on any device, discovers any information about Captain America Steve Rogers—whether it's his whereabouts, communication records, or even a blurry photograph—you must report it to me immediately. Understand?!"

As he finished speaking, a high-resolution photo of Captain America in his Stars and Stripes combat suit was suddenly projected onto the huge circular main screen in front of everyone.

Captain America in the photo has a determined look in his eyes and exudes righteousness.

However, this photograph, which should have represented hope and faith, appeared incredibly eerie and jarring in this atmosphere and under these orders.

The entire command hall fell silent in an instant.

You can hear the needle drop!

All the agents stared wide-eyed at the photos on the screen, then at the serious-looking Hitwell on the stage. Shock, confusion, bewilderment… a range of emotions were written on every face.

"This...what on earth is going on?"

"It's the captain? Why would he post the captain's picture?"

"Level one combat readiness? Are we issuing a warrant for the captain's arrest? No, Commander Sitwell, are you sure you're not mistaken?!"

"What exactly happened? What's wrong with the captain?"

"Damn it, are we going to arrest Captain America? Is today not April Fool's Day?"

"..."

The crowd in the hall erupted in chaos, with discussions rising and falling.

For everyone present, this news was even more unacceptable than being told that aliens had successfully invaded Earth.

Just as everyone was in chaos because of this sudden order, a young female agent with long, flowing blonde hair and a capable demeanor suddenly stepped forward from the crowd.

Her brows furrowed, her brown eyes filled with shock and disapproval. She looked directly at Hitville on the stage and spoke in a clear and firm voice: "Commander Hitville, if I may be so bold!"

Her voice immediately calmed the surrounding noise a little, and many eyes turned to her.

The person who spoke was Sharon Carter, the niece of Captain America's "old flame" Peggy Carter, codenamed "Agent 13".

Since being injured and unconscious during the last 'Vampire War', she fully realized the gap in her strength after waking up, so she decisively withdrew from the 'Avengers' and returned to her daily work as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

There was no way around it; it wasn't that she didn't want to improve, but compared to the others in the Avengers, her mortal body simply couldn't withstand missions of that level of danger.

Therefore, withdrawing is the wisest choice.

Sharon Carter never imagined that one day she would witness S.H.I.E.L.D. issuing a warrant for Captain America's arrest.

"According to S.H.I.E.L.D." basic procedures..."

Sharon Carter's voice was filled with unquestionable professionalism: "If we at S.H.I.E.L.D. want to order the capture of a top-ranking individual like Captain America, then we, the senior agents, must be given sufficiently valid and reasonable grounds... Otherwise, we cannot carry out this order!"

Her words represented the sentiments of almost all the agents present.

The crowd fell silent again, all eyes fixed on Sitwell, awaiting his explanation.

They also wanted to know why Captain America was wanted.

The atmosphere at the scene immediately became extremely tense, filled with an undercurrent of suspicion and unease.

However, just as Sitwell was rendered speechless by Sharon Carter's question and his expression turned sour, a cold, aged voice, filled with undeniable authority, suddenly came from the entrance of the hall, "Because he attacked your Chief Nick Fury in the street!!"

As the voice rang out, Alexander Pierce strode in with a grim expression.

He was dressed in a well-tailored, high-end gray plaid suit, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, radiating a powerful aura of authority from someone who had long held a high position.

He walked straight through the group of agents, who instinctively made way for him and nodded respectfully in greeting.

Alexander Pierce walked through the crowd to the center of the hall, exchanged a quick glance with Hitwell, and then stopped, his gaze sweeping over the group of agents below, each with a different expression.

Without turning his head, he pointed to the picture of Captain America on the large screen behind him, deliberately putting on an extremely heavy, regretful, even heartbroken expression before saying in a deep voice:
"I know that most of you, when you heard this news, your first reaction was disbelief, you couldn't accept it... I felt the same way!!"

He spread his hands, as if seeking understanding: "Just a few hours ago, when I first received the report, I even thought there was something wrong with my eyes and ears, or that my intelligence personnel had collectively gone insane!"

"But the reality was quite different; the cruel truth was laid bare before our eyes..."

He suddenly waved his hand, pointing to the main screen.

Hitwell immediately started playing the video clip on the big screen, which Alexander Pierce had seen in his office, showing Captain America planting C4 plastic explosives to assassinate Nick Fury in the street.

Although the video quality is not very clear, the general outline of Captain America's face and his clothing can still be discerned.

The other party's skillful installation of the explosives and their resolute decision to detonate them without hesitation... everything in the video was like a series of heavy hammer blows, striking the hearts of every viewer.

A collective gasp filled the hall.

The agents, including Sharon Carter, were all stunned when they saw the footage in the video; they could hardly believe their eyes.

That person...it really is Captain America?!
Sharon Carter covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock, pain, and disbelief.

Alexander Pierce watched the crowd's reactions intently, and knowing the time was right, he suddenly raised his voice, becoming resolute and leaving no room for argument:
"Just hours ago, on the streets of Washington, D.C.... our once revered and trusted Captain America, Steve Rogers, attacked Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., in the most brutal and despicable way!"

"This has resulted in Nick Fury's whereabouts remaining unknown, and his fate still uncertain!!"

His gaze was sharp as he swept over every shocked face in the room: "Although this news sounds incredibly heartbreaking and hard to accept... the fact remains the fact. We now have irrefutable evidence that Captain America is now a fugitive wanted by S.H.I.E.L.D.!!"

"I don't care whether you can fully accept this cruel reality, but as the chairman of the Security Council, the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and Nick Fury's good friend... I absolutely will not tolerate anyone, in any form, committing the crime of betraying S.H.I.E.L.D. or harming their colleagues, even if that person is Captain America!!"

His roar echoed in the command hall for a long time, leaving a lingering sense of "justice" in everyone's ears.

"So, quickly put away your unnecessary shock and doubt... Now, you only have one task!!"

Alexander Pierce swung his hand sharply, pointing at the picture of Captain America on the screen, and roared, "Find him with all your might! Use any means necessary to find Nick Fury and Captain America as quickly as possible... I need to know the truth, I need to give all the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents an explanation."

"Alright, let's move out!!!"

Having said that, he didn't give anyone time to ask questions or react. He turned around abruptly, and with an aura of rage that kept strangers at bay, he strode out of the command hall, leaving behind a room full of senior agents in a state of shock, chaos, and disbelief.

Hitwell then played several other assassination videos on the big screen again.

Sharon Carter was pale as she stared blankly at the muscular figure on the screen, the one she had once admired and even loved. Watching him make those cold and ruthless moves, it felt as if a corner of her world had collapsed at that moment.

How could this be?
Could that thug who attacked Chief Fury in the street really be that man?!
Soon, the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was in an uproar because of this sudden and earth-shattering change.

A storm whose outcome no one can predict is quietly spreading within S.H.I.E.L.D.

(End of this chapter)