"Who are you? Why did you let Hulk go? And why didn't you make a move earlier?"
When the soldiers failed to react, General Ross grew irritated. He walked up to Andrew and demanded loudly.
Andrew cast General Ross a contemptuous glance. General Ross screamed, sprayed blood from his mouth, and fell backward.
Just a minor Curse. For the next while, General Ross would keep coughing up blood. After enough of it, he would probably get used to it.
General Ross suddenly collapsed, and the soldiers instinctively raised their guns at Andrew. Andrew glanced at them, and they lowered their weapons in terror. Was this a joke? This was the terrifying big shot who had beaten Hulk senseless.
"Your general isn't in good health. Remember to take him to see a doctor."
Andrew snorted and turned toward the nearby building.
"Mr. Wang's temper is as explosive as ever."
Natasha rubbed her temples. After thinking for a moment, she asked Professor Charles, "Professor, can you alter everyone's memories and remove Mr. Wang from the matter of General Ross coughing blood and passing out?"
"Unless it is necessary, I will not alter other people's memories. Besides, General Ross coughed up blood on his own. It had nothing to do with Mr. Wang."
Professor Charles refused. Though he possessed godlike power, he had never abused it. He understood well that abusing power would only turn him into a demon.
Professor Charles's problem lay precisely there. He was a saint, but what was that saying again? An incorruptible official could be even craftier than a corrupt one.
"General Ross won't be so reasonable. Forget it, leave it to Director Fury."
Natasha shook her head. She had no desire to see Ghost Rider fighting the American Military. If that happened, all of New York would