General Ross lay in the hospital bed wrapped in bandages, still cursing, "Luo Xia actually dared to openly attack S.H.I.E.L.D. This is a grave provocation against the United States government! I will never let him go. He will pay for what he's done!"
No one dared respond. Even the confidential secretary who had been by General Ross's side for a long time could only comfort him, "General, you should focus on recovering first."
He had fallen from dozens of stories up. Though he had not died, his spine had been fractured. An ordinary person might have been bedridden and paralyzed for life, but Ross only needed a month or two of rest.
In fact, the confidential secretary had already received several calls demanding that General Ross come forward and explain what had happened. But Ross was still furious, and a third of the bones in his body were broken, so they had temporarily stalled them with the excuse that his serious injuries had not yet healed.
Unfortunately, not everyone was willing to accept that excuse. And among those who refused were countless powerful figures with far greater influence than General Ross.
With a loud bang, the VIP ward's door was violently shoved open, even sending the lock flying. General Ross's confidential secretary's first reaction was to draw his pistol, but when he saw who had come in, he hesitated and did not dare pull the trigger.
These people wore special combat uniforms marked with the distinctive insignia of the presidential office. They belonged to the White House Guard, practically the President's private army.
Now that superheroes were emerging one after another, all kinds of Mutants, Inhumans, and outsiders had demonstrated extraordinary destructive power. The United States government had therefore passed a new bill allowing the President to form his own