As Heisenberg finished speaking, Hill and Natasha exchanged a glance, helplessly pressing their lips together.
"All right, BOSS, we never intended to rely on the presidential cabinet to accomplish anything.
Honestly, their only purpose is to send us money..."
As she spoke, Hill walked over to a nearby chair and sat down alongside Heisenberg.
Once everyone had found their seats, only Matthew remained standing, looking at Heisenberg.
"BOSS, then how should I reply to them?"
"Reply?"
Heisenberg shook his head indifferently.
"Why would you reply to them? Just pretend you never took the call. I have other plans for this war!"
As he said that, he waved Matthew over.
"Whether or not they grant permission, New York already belongs to me. Do I need those politicians to allow me to own what is mine?
If they disagree with me, they can take New York back—as long as they can do it!
Oh, right, Matthew. Settle your mayoral campaign as soon as possible, before the news about the aliens is made public.
Asgard may not necessarily be able to stop the Chitauri Legion now. This war will reach Earth sooner or later.
When that happens, the chaos may make everything troublesome.
But in my plan, no matter how far the flames of war spread, I need a peaceful and stable New York to serve as a model district for all other Earthlings, so..."
"Then I will become the New York Mayor before tomorrow, BOSS."
Matthew spoke with a frown. As he did, he looked out the window, as though his blind eyes had already seen the war above the heavens!
"But I want to ask one question, BOSS. Do you want the Chitauri Legion to reach Earth?
Is it because you wish to see Asgard fail, or because you wish to