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Chapter 70
🕑 Added 2025-07-04 22:02:31 +0000 UTCIn his command center on Apex Island, a place that existed outside the world's knowledge, Aidan Parker watched his plan unfold on a wall of silent, holographic screens. On the left, thermal imaging displayed the chaos within The Hand's fortress—dozens of red, frantic heat signatures representing the newly turned infected hunting the last few cool-blue signatures of the uninfected. On the right, a dozen news feeds from around the globe showed a world completely oblivious, still debating the merits of the Baymax movie. The stage was set. The first act of the tragedy was complete.
"The subjects are in the petri dish," Aidan said to the empty room, a cold satisfaction in his voice. "The world is watching the wrong show. It's time to change the channel." He turned to the silver-white holographic avatar of his operational AI. "White Queen, contact Dr. Yinsen. Tell him it's time. Begin the press conference as we rehearsed."
In a packed press hall in New York City, Yinsen stood at a podium bearing the friendly, comforting Baymax Medical logo. The mood in the room was light, the reporters expecting a routine corporate update on production numbers or a new charitable initiative. Yinsen's face, however, was a carefully constructed mask of solemn, profound grief.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the press," he began, his voice heavy, instantly silencing the room's light chatter. "It is with a heavy heart that I must announce a catastrophic security breach at one of our most secure off-site research facilities."
A wave of shocked murmurs rippled through the assembled media.
"Last night," Yinsen continued, his voice thick with feigned emotion, "a viable, active sample of the T-Virus was stolen." He paused, letting the bombshell land. The room erupted in a frantic explosion of shouted questions and blinding camera flashes. Yinsen held up a hand, calling for order.
"Our intelligence has confirmed the identity of the perpetrators," he stated, his voice now laced with a cold anger. "This was not the act of a rival corporation. This was an act of terror, committed by the international ninja syndicate known as The Hand."
The name meant little to most, but the word "terrorist" sent another shockwave through the room.
"Our founder, Mr. Aidan Parker, is devastated," Yinsen said, his gaze downcast. "He believes that a world with such malevolent actors, who would steal a potential cure for all of humanity's suffering and undoubtedly twist it into a weapon, is not ready for this technology. The risk to global security is too great."
He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for the final, tragic announcement. "Therefore, effective immediately, Baymax Medical Technology is terminating the T-Virus research project. For the safety of the world," he declared, his voice ringing with noble sacrifice, "all of our remaining samples are being destroyed as we speak."
For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, absolute chaos. The reporters were no longer just reporting news; they were witnessing a world-changing event, a story that would dominate headlines for years.
The global aftermath was immediate and precisely what Aidan had predicted. The news of the theft, and Baymax Medical's "selfless sacrifice," became the biggest story on the planet. Public opinion, already overwhelmingly in favor of the company, now solidified into near-worship. Aidan Parker was no longer just a boy genius; he was a tragic hero, a modern-day Prometheus who had brought fire to humanity only to have it stolen by forces of darkness, and had then chosen to extinguish his own flame for the good of all. The Baymax brand became inextricably linked with sacrifice, safety, and moral responsibility.
At the United Nations, the political landscape inverted itself overnight. The international coalition that had been pressuring Baymax Medical instantly dissolved. In its place, a new, unified resolution was drafted, unanimously condemning The Hand and declaring them a global terrorist threat of the highest order.
On the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, Nick Fury watched Yinsen's press conference on the main viewscreen, his single eye narrowed in suspicion. The story was too clean. The timing was too perfect. The outcome was too beneficial for Aidan Parker. This kid... Fury thought, a sense of grudging admiration mixing with his deep-seated paranoia. He's not just playing chess; he's designed the whole board. He turned to Maria Hill. "Get me everything we have on this group, The Hand. And I want every intelligence asset we have, active and dormant, focused on finding their base of operations. Now." He was unknowingly playing right into Aidan's hand, using the world's greatest intelligence agency as his own personal bloodhound.
Meanwhile, on the island fortress in the Philippine Sea, Kagenobu and his last three surviving Jonin guards were trapped in the suffocating darkness of the ventilation shafts. The sounds from the labs below had changed. The initial screams and gunfire had long since faded, replaced by a constant, hungry chorus of snarls, shrieks, and the wet, tearing sound of flesh being devoured.
They were running out of time. The oxygen in their sealed masks was finite. Their hope was a single rooftop emitter for the quarantine field they still didn't understand. It was a desperate, suicidal plan, but it was the only one they had.
"Prepare yourselves," Kagenobu whispered to his men, his voice a dry rasp in the tight, metal confines. "We go for the roof." He looked at the access grate just above them, which led to the open air, to a final confrontation with the monsters that had once been his loyal soldiers. He did not yet know that the true monsters had not even arrived.
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