"Form a Hero Association? Director, you're not joking, are you?" When Coulson heard Nick Fury bringing up the subject so seriously, he couldn't help feeling that his old superior had either been possessed or hypnotized.
As one of the world's foremost "stability-maintenance" organizations, S.H.I.E.L.D. was now going to take the lead in establishing this so-called Hero Association? Wouldn't that just give those superhumans a legitimate excuse to stir up trouble? A group of so-called heroes who sometimes moonlighted as thugs were going to step openly into the spotlight, without even needing to wear masks?
"Coulson, although I also think this isn't very reliable, this isn't a discussion. It's an order, an order from the World Security Council." Nick Fury sighed.
Compared to the trouble the Hero Association would bring, they seemed far more concerned about the distribution of spoils from Jotunheim. Especially after AllSpark Company discovered oil fields and gold mines with terrifying reserves there, those politicians became like starving wolves.
No business profits could compare to the gains of wartime plunder. This was the critical time to harvest those benefits. The entire world had been blinded by the glorious prospect of colonizing alien worlds, eager to become a cosmic empire where the sun never set, just like the old British Empire.
However, only AllSpark Company possessed complete spatial transportation technology capable of large-scale interstellar travel. At the same time, only AllSpark Company's intelligent robots could conduct development work in an environment as harsh as Jotunheim.
No one could bypass AllSpark Company to carry out interstellar colonization. Otherwise, even if others mastered the relevant technology, without Asgard's friendship, Earthlings going to Jotunheim would be equivalent to declaring war on those barbaric muscle-bound gods.
This was a monopoly extending from technology to political standing, the only option no one could shake.