The armor transformed, soldiers died horribly, planes exploded, and one by one, the signal sources of the Mars Armor vanished from the signal display in the White House war room.
Only when the number fell to 100 did this simple yet brutal exercise in numbers finally end.
The White House war room fell utterly silent. The general who had strongly advocated for Osborn sat in his chair, his entire body cold, both hands covering his face. He could not say another word.
President Ellis likewise sat in his chair, his face ashen.
"President, the remaining Mars Warriors have gone into hiding. They can serve as inside agents and play a huge role in the next attack."
"The next attack? Will there even be a next attack? Other than nuking New York, can you think of any other solution?"
Ellis looked at his aides and the military generals. Everyone who met his eyes immediately looked away, terrified that they might be singled out to carry out this certain-death mission.
"Cancel all cooperation with Osborn immediately. Those Mars Armor suits are nothing but flashy garbage. They're completely useless!"
"President, doing that now won't solve anything. We might as well continue cooperating. Perhaps we can still..."
"That's enough. We spent tens of billions, and they lost in less than three hours. Continuing to work with an arms manufacturer like this is nothing but wasting the taxpayers' money!"
Ellis desperately needed a scapegoat to divert the attention of the media and the public. He certainly could not take the blame himself, and the military was on his side, so they could not take it either.
Thus, Osborn Industries became the best scapegoat. Besides, the Mars Armor they had produced truly had not displayed the power it should have. Failing to blame them would be