How Could They Be So Full of Themselves?

Boom!

The roof of the Mexican Mafia hideout was blasted open, and George descended like Justice from heaven, landing directly on top of a thug.

The sensation of crushing a watermelon beneath his foot traveled up his leg, and George bared his teeth.

"Poor bastard, guess you were unlucky... Listen up, you assholes! Drop your weapons and surrender immediately, or you'll end up like this guy!"

He stepped out of the mangled flesh, the boots of his Mars Armor stained with blood and several twitching chunks of meat.

"He killed the boss! Take him out!"

More than a dozen thugs around him opened fire on George like madmen. Only then did George realize that the man he had just stomped to death was actually the Mexican Mafia's boss. There was no reconciling this now.

As a precinct director who often commanded from the front lines, George was not the kind of official who only sat in an air-conditioned office and shouted slogans from the rear while his men fought.

He had earned his position one bloody step at a time. In more than twenty years as a police officer, he had arrested over a hundred criminals, and dozens had died by his hand.

As a result, George's judgment of battlefield conditions and his ability to act were exceptionally strong.

One look at the gangsters' state told him that negotiation was no longer an option.

"Fire!"

At his command, all the police officers returned fire. George raised the heavy machine gun in his hands and swept it toward three thugs.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dull gunfire rang out, and the three thugs instantly went down. One of them took three rounds, his entire body torn apart by the shots.

Heavy machine-gun rounds were practically the largest caliber of bullets. Any larger, and they would count as shells.

A hit to the human body could blow a fist-sized hole straight through it. Taking three such rounds... the outcome was easy to imagine.

George knew the destructive power of heavy machine guns very well. Even among military weapons, they were among the most formidable firearms an individual soldier could use.

But after that burst, he noticed something different: there was almost no recoil coming through his arms and shoulders.

A heavy machine gun could not possibly have no recoil. In the military, it had to be mounted on the ground or placed on a special stand. Even then, aside from the first shot, only God knew where the later rounds would land.

The recoil was simply too great. During sustained fire, precision shooting was impossible.

But the one in his hands had so little recoil that it was practically negligible. As a result, his rapid burst just now had been incredibly accurate—not a single bullet had missed!

"No, it's not that there's no recoil. The armor's strength is canceling it out!! Umbrella Corporation's technology really is incredible! Daughter, you really gave me something good!"

Overjoyed, George raised the gun and charged directly into the enemy formation, beginning a one-sided slaughter.

George had no idea that his battle was being transmitted in full to Umbrella Corporation headquarters through the camera built into his helmet.

Wang Khan, Sharon Carter, and Umbrella Corporation's executives were watching the livestream, witnessing the terrifying power of the Mars Armor.

"Wow~~ It looks like our Director Stacy is pretty fierce. A precinct director charging at the very front of law enforcement—if every police director in New York were like him, public safety wouldn't be a problem anymore."

Wang Khan sighed as he watched the livestream, while the executives beside him were all focused on the Mars Armor's performance.

"President Wang, this Mars Armor can completely rival Iron Man's Iron Man suit. It's so cool."

Wang Khan waved a hand.

"Keep it low-key. It's not that exaggerated. Tony Stark's armor is made from aerospace materials and powered by a miniature Arc Reactor. Whether in durability or endurance, it's far beyond our Mars Armor."

"President Wang, how much does the Mars Armor cost to make?"

"Well, at this stage, probably four to five million. Once mass production begins, the cost should be cut in half, down to under two million."

The moment the executives heard that, their eyes lit up.

Everyone who could become an executive at the up-and-coming Umbrella Corporation had fought their way up from the bottom. There were absolutely no well-connected hires or nepotistic appointments. In other words, whether in business ability or foresight, they were elites among elites.

Therefore, after watching George's livestream and learning the cost, every executive concluded that this Mars Armor would dominate the arms market. No arms manufacturer could compete with them. Even if Iron Man suddenly changed his mind and put his Iron Man suit up for sale, he still would not be able to beat them.

"President Wang, if the Mars Armor enters the market, it will definitely cause a sensation. By then, we'll probably be taking orders until our hands go numb."

"Exactly. Iron Man's armor may be stronger and more advanced, but its cost is too high. It can't be mass-produced, much less deployed on a large scale. Only a billionaire like Tony Stark can afford to play with something like that. Our Mars Armor, on the other hand, is a standard weapon that can truly equip an army."

The executives discussed it heatedly, dreaming of a bright future, while Sharon Carter was filled with worry.

She was a diehard loyalist of S.H.I.E.L.D. Like Nick Fury, she always wanted to keep the best things firmly in her own hands.

That was how S.H.I.E.L.D. operated now. Aside from the mysterious Wakanda, even the United States military could not match its advanced weapons.

Its outstanding agents were elites among elites, and it was even preparing to form a superpowered team to further strengthen S.H.I.E.L.D.'s foundation.

Setting Hydra aside, even a purely S.H.I.E.L.D. organization that hoarded all the best things for itself before reaching into every corner of the world to act as the world police was bound to run into trouble sooner or later.

After S.H.I.E.L.D. was dissolved, when Coulson became the new Director, Hydra's influence on them was already minimal. Yet they still kept creating one crisis after another, some of which could even threaten the entire world.

Although they always resolved those crises in the end, anyone caught up in the process simply had to consider themselves unlucky. S.H.I.E.L.D. had never stepped forward to take responsibility.

Sharon Carter upheld the same tradition. Thus, the very first thought that came to her mind when she saw the Mars Armor's power was:

"This weapon must be placed under S.H.I.E.L.D.'s control. Only S.H.I.E.L.D. can ensure that it does not threaten the entire world. Only then can the world have peace. It absolutely cannot be allowed to spread."

If Wang Khan could hear Sharon Carter's inner monologue, he would definitely spit in her face and point at her nose as he cursed.

"Have you got no shame? S.H.I.E.L.D., protecting world peace? Do you really think every national leader in the world is an idiot? Without you, the Third World War is going to break out? How could you be so full of yourselves?"

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