Carol could tell that Fury was sincerely marveling at the changes on Earth.
The one-eyed man simply did not believe politicians would ever do anything good, which was why he had hoped to secretly protect Earth from all those strange aliens and superpowered individuals.
But... Earth really did seem to have gotten better now, and that Grand President Norman Osborn... clearly had ties to the Osborn Group.
"...That sounds like something out of a hopeless novel about corporations controlling the world," Carol remarked.
But as an old relic who had lived through the Cold War, Carol still had her doubts.
Even Carol, who could travel among the stars, did not think she had any way to solve this problem: simple military coercion could not bring true peace—unless one resorted to genocide.
She understood that much.
"Yeah, I think so too. But this politician is no simple man—" Fury looked around and leaned forward slightly, as though he were about to share a secret. "I can tell his desire for power is incredibly strong, but his methods are genuinely brilliant."
Carol's gaze sharpened—so it had finally come to this? Peace was only an illusion? People had lost their freedom, trapped in cages built from cameras and surveillance systems, stripped of the right to think and turned into walking corpses?
"Do you know how he crushed his other competitors—I mean, the other countries?
"The Osborn Group carried out massive development projects in places like Africa and the Middle East, establishing unprecedented giant farms and development zones. They distributed food and grain to civilians, helped them develop land, build housing, improve basic education, and so on...
"Oh, right. New international laws are being established to guarantee people's food, housing, education, and healthcare. The Osborn Group is handling it all, and those things will