That Looks Much Better
The White House, the Oval Office —it was still dark outside, but the office was already brightly lit.
President Trump paced anxiously back and forth in front of his desk a few times before plopping heavily into his office chair.
In a fit of pique, he picked up the glass on the table and took a big gulp, only to find that the glass was already empty.
He slammed the cup down on the table, smashing the ceramic coaster underneath in two with a 'bang'.
"Oh! Damn it!" President Trump cursed angrily, "Not a single word?"
"All the assault team members have lost contact, and a large number of reporters and police have been deployed to Stark Tower," the vice president, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, replied.
"What about those bastards from the Avengers? I don't care about anything else, what about them?" Trump's eyes flashed with malice.
"It's not convenient to send our people over right now, but based on the situation at the scene, there's no news yet. There are no bodies in the entire building, only a few security personnel, but they hid when the explosion started and didn't see anything."
As the vice president spoke, he thoughtfully stepped forward and replaced Trump's cup with a new one, pouring him a cup of coffee.
President Trump is finished. Everyone knew this when he ordered the attack on the Avengers, and the Vice President was the happiest of them all.
In the United States, the vice president is usually handpicked by the presidential candidate and has virtually no political affiliation. The vice president is nominally the speaker of the Senate, and only in the event of a tie in the Senate does the vice president's vote have a decisive effect.
Another major use is that if the president encounters an accident, the vice president will act as president, or if the president is impeached, the vice president will temporarily appoint the president.
Ever since Trump issued that absurd order a few hours ago, everyone in the White House, including the vice president and the Cabinet, knew that the president was finished.
In this world, especially in the United States political forces are intricately intertwined, there are no secrets in the White House.
This matter can only be kept secret from the general public. Once the Stark Tower explodes, all the major figures in United States politics will know the news.
Moreover, judging from the Avengers' usual modus operandi, they will definitely make this incident public. The president's removal from office is a foregone conclusion, except for that idiot president who is still fantasizing about the Avengers annihilating him.
When the president gave the order, many Cabinet members cast ambiguous glances at the vice president.
"Nothing at all? God should punish those damn freaks; our country doesn't need them."
Trump, having finally gotten his coffee, said fiercely, "Have all intelligence agencies immediately search for the Avengers' whereabouts, under the guise of assisting in the investigation of this terrorist attack. Once they're found, I'll send the Bald Eagle out again. If all else fails, buy a Negasonic Teenage Warhead from the black market. I refuse to believe that a nuclear bomb can't take them down."
The vice president outwardly agreed with feigned trepidation and immediately turned to go out and make the arrangements, but inwardly he was overjoyed.
Go ahead and make a scene, the more chaotic the better. It would be perfect if you could blow up the entire Avengers and lose some civilian lives as well. In that case, even God wouldn't be able to save you.
The vice president walked out of his office with a smile on his face, as if he could see the presidential throne beckoning to him.
Trump, sitting in his office chair, turned on the television, somewhat agitated. It was broadcasting a live breaking news report about the terrorist attack on Stark Tower.
Trump watched the television, muttering incomprehensible curses, a faint red light flashing in his eyes. He was consumed by rage and had lost all judgment.
The sky, which was already beginning to lighten, suddenly darkened, and Trump looked up out the window.
Right outside his window, a dark cloud had somehow transformed into the shape of a tornado.
A rainbow of light shone through the eye of the storm.
"Damn it, what the hell is this? Has God appeared?" Although Trump had heard of the Bifrost, he had never really thought of it this way.
He didn't think the Avengers would dare to come to the White House to cause him trouble, and he had great confidence in his subordinates. He believed none of them would betray him, the greatest president in history, and that no one would know he had given the order.
A burst of multicolored light shot down from the middle of the dark clouds, leaving a circle on the ground composed of characters.
A moment later, the light faded, revealing seven figures on the ground.
Xia Yu, Tony Stark, Captain America, Hawkeye, Black Widow, Thor, and a big green guy—is that the monster called Hulk?
The Avengers are all mobilized.
After the attack, Xia Yu's first thought was to take everyone to Asgard, and then have them all appear outside the White House via the Bifrost.
First, it would have a huge shock effect; if we're going to cause trouble, let's make it big. Second, it would be safer to put non-combatants in Asgard first.
Before leaving, Xia Yu called Captain America again, worried about them, to tell them to be careful. But Captain America insisted that everyone had to share the responsibility.
That's how the scene just happened. Bucky originally wanted to come too, but he didn't know how to face Tony, so he stayed in Asgard with Peggy Carter and the others.
Before President Trump could even recover from his shock, Hulk had already smashed through the wall and walked in.
He grabbed Trump and threw him onto the sofa.
Hulk controlled his strength, otherwise that one blow would have sent the great President Trump straight to meet God.
"Hello, dear President, you're still leisurely sipping coffee here, while we were woken up by Missiles while we were sleeping." Xia Yu walked up to Trump, looked down at him, and said with a smile.
The special forces outside heard something amiss and prepared to rush in, but Hulk easily forced them back.
President Trump, just realizing what was happening, screamed like a delicate little girl who had been raped.
"This is the White House, this is the Oval Office, I am the President of the United States of America, you cannot..."
"Smack!"
Xia Yu slapped Trump out several of his teeth without hesitation, silencing his scream.
Trump covered his face, staring blankly at Xia Yu.
I am the President of the United States, and this is the White House.
How dare they just barge in?
How dare he lay a hand on me? I'm the president.
How dare he take action directly?
"It seems our president is a little incredulous. Let me help you come to your senses. You're missing a few teeth here, and your cheeks are sunken in. It's asymmetrical and doesn't look good."
"Smack!"
Xia Yu spoke, he slapped her again with his backhand.
Several of Trump's back molars gushed out of his mouth, accompanied by blood.
Xia Yu lifted Trump's chin and looked him up and down.
"That looks much better!"