The Behind-the-Scenes Culprit Becomes the Fall Guy!

"After all I've been through, fighting tooth and nail to get to this position, and now you hit me with an 'insufficient permissions' message? Just a name and number?"

"I've gone through all this trouble, and this is all I get?"

Suppressing the urge to smash his keyboard, Coulson forced himself back into his chair, glaring at the screen while breathing heavily.

Stay calm… Remain composed… With hard work, permissions will eventually be upgraded.

Coulson kept reassuring himself, trying to stay calm. Little did he know that even if his permissions were upgraded, he still wouldn't see much.

The so-called "data" was merely a list of names and numbers that Ethan had uploaded himself. Even if S.H.I.E.L.D. managed to breach the Foundation's data center, they'd come up empty-handed.

Once he calmed down, Coulson remembered something very important.

The "Frozen Captain"?

Just from the name, a lot could be inferred.

Was the Captain actually captured and frozen by the Foundation, or was he frozen in the Arctic Circle?

Coulson stared at the screen, murmuring to himself.

He leaned towards the former.

It must be that the evil Foundation secretly captured the Captain and then froze him.

The Foundation was truly a nefarious organization, cloaking its villainy in righteous rhetoric!

"Protecting all of humanity"? It's pure nonsense!

It was nothing but a dictatorship masquerading as a benevolent organization!

Ugh!

Even a patriot like me thinks the Foundation is all about dictatorship!

I need to inform the Director and find a way to rescue the Captain. After all, the Captain is a symbol of our nation!

The thought of his idol being imprisoned by the Foundation made Coulson feel his beliefs were being desecrated.

Meanwhile, Ethan, who was completely unaware of the brewing storm, was on his way home. He glanced at the system panel, which displayed nearly 500,000 legend points.

Ethan was torn.

Given his current wealth, should he summon a more glamorous...

Ahem!

I mean, a containment object?

A succubus girl? Or SCP-105? Maybe SCP-336?

No!

He had grander plans and couldn't be distracted by allure!

Eventually, Ethan, with sheer willpower, decided to target a bell.

SCP-662: The Butler Bell.

It was a low-risk, all-purpose containment object. The difficulty of containing it was almost zero; he only needed to summon it and use the containment map to complete the containment.

SCP-662 required 1,000,000 legend points to summon.

Seeing the number, Ethan sighed and muttered sympathetically, "Let's make S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra suffer a bit more; scaring them should be enough…"

...

Ethan's villa was located in the suburbs of New York, not far from Chinatown but still relatively isolated.

Because it was in the suburbs, the villa was very secluded and lacked property management. It was more like an estate with a vast garden and a lake covering several hundred square meters.

Today, the villa was different from usual.

Learning from past experiences, Ethan had taken extra precautions regarding his personal safety. He had arranged for over 50 C-class combat personnel, a team of B-class combatants, and one A-class combatant from the Foundation.

(A-class combatants were on par with Natasha, while S-class were human limits like Black Widow, and above S-class were containment objects.)

Returning to the villa, Natasha looked at the numerous Foundation combatants patrolling the perimeter and couldn't help but complain, "Isn't this overkill, President? Having fifty bodyguards is a bit excessive. Who carries so many bodyguards when going out?"

Ethan rolled his eyes at Natasha's remark. "Is it too many? I don't think so. I certainly don't want to receive another bomb."

Natasha sighed inwardly.

"In this day and age, who even accepts packages from unknown sources?" Natasha muttered.

Ethan: "..."

Hearing Natasha's complaints, Ethan awkwardly rubbed his nose.

It was a major black mark on his life!

His esteemed reputation was tarnished by that one lapse in caution.

Ethan grumbled quietly, "Honestly, having so many people guarding me is quite uncomfortable, but for safety, what can I do? I just have to endure it."

Thinking about it, Ethan realized he needed to summon SCP-662 soon. Having an all-purpose butler would be convenient and secure.

Normal Foundation security forces still lacked a bit.

Of course, the security forces from the Foundation were not entirely useless. At least they could handle smaller issues, such as preventing assassinations like the previous one.

But this advantage would be nullified once he achieved immortality.

In this chaotic Marvel Universe, strength was all that mattered.