"A vengeful ghost who had lost all hope? Looks like this is much simpler than we expected, isn't it?"
Allen sat in the car, watching through the window from afar as the old soldier in the house stared blankly ahead, his eyes utterly lifeless.
Clearly, from the moment he decided to assassinate Ross, he had never intended to survive.
If there had not been so many protesters at the scene, he might even have chosen a more powerful rifle or thrown grenades.
But unfortunately, carrying heavy weapons near the US Federal Supreme Court in Washington was simply too difficult.
Not to mention that he was disabled, and his appearance was so ugly and conspicuous.
"Yeah! What a simple answer. So simple that I don't even know what to say or do." Tony Stark shut off the car's projection system, his tone filled with barely concealed anger and sorrow.
His anger was directed at politicians and bureaucrats like Ross, people in high positions who did nothing resembling human decency.
His sorrow, meanwhile, was for the old soldier before them—a man who had once served his country, only to lose everything and live on like a walking corpse.
The contrast between the two was immense and glaring.
Most ironic of all, Ross, the man responsible for it all, had still not faced Trial. He had merely been sent to the hospital.
After this assassination attempt, he might even turn misfortune into fortune and successfully escape prison.
"What are you planning to do next? Call the police, have them arrest this disabled veteran, then set off a media firestorm and keep piling pressure on Ross while he lies in his hospital bed, hoping he'll be literally angered to death? After all, it's not every day that an officer tries to assassinate his former