"So... he tried to assassinate me over a personal grudge?" Ross narrowed his eyes, his tone filled with intense skepticism.
Because the anesthetic had worn off, his entire body was drenched in sweat, and he could not focus enough to think clearly.
But his long years of experience made the old man sense that something was wrong with the entire situation.
After all, the US Government and its politicians had done countless despicable things, but how many of them had truly faced retaliation?
Why had he suddenly hit the jackpot?
What was more, there was more than one disabled, penniless veteran like Kirsten Bartlein.
Why was he the only one who dared to do this?
And how exactly had this man smuggled a gun into the protest crowd?
Washington was the capital and political center of the United States, home to countless high officials and influential figures, so gun control there was also the strictest.
Forget illegally carrying a gun near the Federal Supreme Court—even legal gun ownership was monitored.
The middle-aged man replied impassively, "Based on Kirsten Bartlein's own statement, that should be the case. However, we suspect there is a terrifying organization hidden behind him, whose goal is to completely throw social order into chaos. You must know, thirty-eight hours have passed since he surrendered. Twelve cities across the country have already descended into anarchy because of riots, and countless stores and banks have been looted. Thanks to you and the officer under your command, the economic losses alone are nearly equivalent to an entire year's total defense budget. That is not even counting the massive political disaster and scandal, along with the damage to our international reputation."
"What does that have to do with me? I'm the victim! And weren't those dark histories about me deliberately leaked