"So... he assassinated me out of personal grudges?" Ross narrowed his eyes with strong doubts in his tone.
Due to the failure of the anesthesia, his whole body was soaked in sweat at this moment, and he could not concentrate on thinking at all.
But his long-term experience made the old man feel that the whole thing was abnormal.
After all, US Government and politicians have done many immoral things, but how many of them have actually been retaliated against?
Why did he suddenly win the jackpot?
What's more, there are more than one veteran who is disabled and has nothing like Kirstin Butlin.
Why is he the only one who dares to do this?
Also, how did this person get into the crowd of demonstrators with a gun?
Washington is the capital and political center of United States, where countless high-ranking officials and big shots live, so it also has the strictest gun management.
Not to mention illegally holding a gun close to Federal Supreme Court, even legal possession of a gun will be monitored.
The middle-aged man responded calmly, "According to Kirstin Butlin's own account, it should be like this. However, we suspect that there is a terrible organization hidden behind him, with the purpose of completely disrupting social order. You must know that thirty-eight hours have passed since he surrendered. The whole Twelve cities in the United States have entered anarchy due to riots, and countless stores and banks have been looted. Thanks to you and your officer, the economic losses alone are almost worth the total defense budget for a year, not to mention the huge political disasters and scandals, as well as the loss of our international reputation."
"But what does this have to do with me? I'm just a victim! And those Dark History things about me were not deliberately thrown out by you?" Ross asked with a sneer.
"Victim? Haha, the word coming out of your mouth is really full of irony. But I am not here today to tell you this. On the contrary, I want to ask you to do a favor, and you can also do yourself a favor." The middle-aged man went in circles for a long time and finally got to the point.
"Help? How can I help you now that I'm like this? I'm the one who really needs help. This damn pain! Doctor! I need anesthesia!" Ross shouted at the top of his lungs.
After a while, Grant Ward, who disguised himself as a doctor, walked in from outside.
He first pretended to check, and then said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry, sir. You have just been injected with some kind of drug that can quickly restore consciousness and wakefulness. Before it expires, all anesthetics will have no effect. Please hold on for a while, it will take about twenty minutes to half an hour."
"What? Who injected me with this drug?" Ross's face suddenly changed, and he stared at the "old friend" in front of him.
In his opinion, since the other party can inject this kind of drug while unconscious, he can also inject fatal poison.
Coupled with the current turbulent situation, White House is very likely to choose to let himself die in the hospital bed to calm the anger of the people.
"I gave you the injection." The middle-aged man admitted unabashedly.
Upon hearing these words, Ross's expression suddenly darkened. "What exactly do you want to do?"
The middle-aged man responded without thinking, "It's very simple! This Kirstin Butlin hopes to talk to you face to face. As long as we can meet his request, then he will reveal some real secrets."
"Are you crazy? That guy wants to kill me!" Ross roared angrily.
Because he was too emotional, he accidentally pulled the sutured wound on his abdomen, and he immediately grimaced in pain.
"No! I'm not crazy! But this guy's mental state is quite abnormal. We have used various methods, but we have not been able to pry his mouth open. Otherwise, do you think I would take a huge risk to come to you? What's more, our people will monitor the whole process. Kirstin Butlin's hands and feet will also be firmly restrained. You don't have to worry about what he will do to endanger your life." The middle-aged man gave a straightforward assurance.
He knew that the other party was worried that White House would take this opportunity to kill someone and silence him, and then the court would convict Kirstin Butlin of a series of serious crimes such as first-degree murder, treason, and contempt of law, and finally successfully solved the two extreme troubles.
"You brought him here?!"
Ross, who has been in the political arena for so many years, is indeed not an idiot. He suddenly realized that this matter was beyond his control.
The middle-aged man nodded without thinking, "Yes! He is in the car outside the hospital now. As long as you nod, I can arrange for you to meet right away. Don't you want to know who wants your life?"
"If I agree, what benefits can I get?" Ross is indeed a political veteran, and he suddenly thought of taking the opportunity to put forward conditions.
After all, the fact that he was injured in an assassination has become a very good excuse.
"I'm sorry, doctor, could you please go out for a moment? Mr. Ross and I have some relatively private things to discuss." The middle-aged man immediately said to Grant Ward.
The latter smiled and nodded, "Of course!"
Then, he turned around and walked out of the intensive care unit, taking the door of the ward with him.
After confirming that Grant Ward was completely gone, the middle-aged man asked, "What do you want?"
The essence of politics is compromise and exchange of interests. He is undoubtedly very aware of this and conducts trials cautiously.
"I hope Federal Supreme Court will drop all charges against me." Ross made the conditions without thinking.
The middle-aged man had obviously expected this, and immediately bargained. "Sorry, you are wishful thinking. Federal Supreme Court Once the process is started, it can be easily terminated. However, I can let Mr. President exert influence on several top justices to ensure that your sentence will be much lighter than the original one, and you will not even have to go to jail."
"How can you guarantee this? You must know that I have already suffered betrayal once, and I don't want to experience it a second time."
Ross is undoubtedly very clear that it is unrealistic for Federal Supreme Court to withdraw the accusation against him, so he immediately retreats to the next best thing.
After all, the asking price is high and the money is paid off.
First offer a price that the other party cannot accept, and then take a few steps back to offer a condition that the other party can barely accept. This will tend to have a higher success rate.
"Here, this is the guarantee given to you by the president." The middle-aged man took out an envelope from his suit pocket and handed it over.
Ross endured the pain and took it apart and took a look. He was very surprised to find that it was actually a signed Amnesty Order.
With this thing, no matter what kind of accusation you face, you can get away with it.
There is no doubt that using this thing as a guarantee can be said to be quite sincere.
So he immediately nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, I agree. You can bring this Kirstin Butlin over now."
"Wise choice."
Without saying anything, the middle-aged man immediately called his subordinates waiting outside the hospital.
About five minutes later, a group of strong men in black suits walked straight in from outside carrying a veteran who looked a little decadent.
Along the way, they shocked many doctors and nurses.
Fortunately, this was a hospital dedicated to serving senior government officials, so the riot quickly subsided.
When Kirstin Butlin was brought into the intensive care unit, Ross finally recalled the identity of the other party and asked in disbelief, "Is it you? You actually want to kill me? Why?"
"Why you should know best in your heart, right?" Kirstin Butlin opened her mouth and showed a chilling and ferocious smile.
Seeing his enemy so close, he obviously became very excited. Both his eyes and his accelerating heartbeat seemed to be foreshadowing something.
But unfortunately, the middle-aged man and his men did not realize the danger was coming, and still had 100% confidence in the handcuffs and shackles.
"No! I don't know! I only remember that I arranged for you to receive treatment from the best doctors and also gave you the highest amount of disability pension. But you refused in the end and left the army without even saying hello. If I hadn't covered it up for you, you would have been treated as a deserter." Ross angrily began to accuse the other party of being ungrateful.
In his opinion, as his boss, he has done enough and done enough.
But Kirstin Butlin obviously didn't appreciate it, and sarcastically said unceremoniously, "Yes! You arranged for the best doctors to treat you. But what's the result? One of my arms was amputated, leaving irreparable scars on my face. Because those highly corrosive liquids destroyed the activity of my cells. Unless half of the muscles in my face were dug out, Otherwise, any repair methods such as skin grafting will have no effect. The most important thing is that when I returned home, I found that my wife and children were packed in body bags! Their bodies were as if they had been flattened by a shovel. I lost everything. What's the point of giving me more pension?"
Faced with these accusations, Ross fell silent for a moment, not knowing what to say for a long time.
Because if it were him who encountered this kind of misfortune, I'm afraid he would also hate Root, who caused all this tragedy.
After a full minute, Ross raised his head and stared at the veteran's cannibalistic eyes. "So you thought of killing me?"
"That's right! In fact, it was not you that I hated at first, but that Hulk. But later, when the media's mistakes were the culprit that caused all this Root, I decided to make you taste the pain at all costs."
When saying these words, every word of Kirstin Butlin seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth.
Not only that!
The parasitic cells of Old Gods also began to be stimulated by strong negative emotions and began to become active uncontrollably.
In the blink of an eye, the veteran's body began to change.
The back and chest were suddenly torn open by some huge force, and several extremely thick tentacles emerged from the body.
Before others around them could react, these tentacles took the lead, rolled up the nearest unlucky ones, and then began to exert force.
Click-click-click!
After a terrifying sound of bones breaking, heart-rending screams echoed in the intensive care room.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
"Ahem! Ribs! A broken rib pierced my lung!"
"Fake! My spine is broken!"
For a moment, the bodies of several people who were attacked were twisted into very exaggerated shapes.
What's even more frightening is that they didn't die immediately, but lost the ability to move, lying on the ground consciously feeling the unparalleled pain and the slow loss of life.
"Strange... monster?!"
The middle-aged man stared at the scene in front of him in stunned silence. He quickly backed away and pulled out the pistol on his waist.
He never dreamed that this veteran who chose to surrender would have such a weird transformation ability.
No wonder that after more than thirty hours of fatigue interrogation, the other party showed no reaction at all.
The one who was equally shocked was naturally Ross lying on the hospital bed.
The soldier-turned-politician endured the severe pain, crawled out of bed, grabbed the metal rack used to hang the infusion bag, and tried to use it as a weapon to resist those strong tentacles.
"Hahahaha! How about it, do you feel fear and despair now? If you haven't yet, don't worry. Because I will let you taste it before killing you."
After saying that, Kirstin Butlin's entire body, supported by the huge tentacles, slowly left the ground and swooped down from a high place.
"Fire! Fire quickly! Don't let him get close!" Ross shouted at the middle-aged man while waving the stand in his hand wildly.
At his reminder, the latter suddenly woke up and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of gunfire, nine-millimeter bullets spurted out from the rifle, hitting Kirstin Butlin's mutated body.
Unfortunately, the warhead did not even penetrate the protective layer of scales and cuticles that appeared on the surface of the skin.
There was even a ricochet bullet that bounced back directly and hit the middle-aged man's leg, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood on the spot. The pain made him immediately kneel on the ground and wail.
Likewise, the sound of gunfire alarmed the entire hospital.
Especially when they saw what was happening in the intensive care unit through surveillance, the security guard on duty immediately dialed the emergency contact number and tried to seek help from the outside world.
This is no longer something they can handle.