"Attack my spaceship? Why am I not surprised?"
Andrew smiled scornfully. Compared with S.H.I.E.L.D., the American Military was even more overbearing, attacking whoever it pleased and treating itself as the ruler of Earth.
"Spread the news that the military is going to bomb this place. One last harvest, and this disaster should be about over. Of course, before it ends, we need to teach the military a lesson."
Andrew sent an anonymous voice message to editor-in-chief J. Jonah Jameson, then ordered, "Trask, return to the spaceship and get your big toy ready."
"That's not a big toy. That's my trump card."
A little excited, Trask immediately abandoned Abomination and flew toward the spaceship overhead. Abomination Four roared from the ground, but could do nothing to stop him.
"I hate flying robots."
Abomination Four cursed and thundered toward Frank. Frank excelled at offense rather than defense, and being attacked by two Abominations immediately put him in peril. Barton, who was keeping an eye on the entire battlefield, hurriedly jumped onto a nearby building to help him.
"They can't hold those monsters off. Fortunately, the fighter jets are almost here."
General Ross put down his communicator and spoke excitedly. Alarmed, Betty cried, "Bruce is still down there!"
"Don't mention that useless piece of trash."
General Ross cursed irritably. He had thought Banner could handle those monsters, only to discover that he was comic relief.
Tears in her eyes, Betty cried, "Dad, you can't do this."
General Ross snorted, not bothering to answer. He picked up his communicator, preparing to tell Norman, Iron Man, and the others to leave.
Ordinary civilians and those street-level heroes didn't matter, but even General Ross wouldn't dare casually get major capitalists like Norman and Tony killed. America was a capitalist society, after all.
Just then, with a