Don't Panic, Let Me Blow You Away!

"Mr. Smith is not a murderer; he is a hero!"

This was a press conference specifically organized by Hydra, with the protagonist being the Red Swordsman – Adam Smith – who made a stunning appearance on the streets of Manhattan last night.

The murder on Wall Street occurred in broad daylight, making it impossible to erase its impact quietly. It had to be publicly whitewashed.

After Alexander Pierce revealed the "Project: Super Hero" plan to other Hydra executives, it piqued the interest of many. Following some wrangling, they decided to invest certain resources into Adam Smith.

At the press conference, human rights lawyer Ben Colson delivered a passionate speech, making a remarkable debut.

The reporters present erupted in a frenzy, repeatedly pressing their shutters, their flashes blinking rapidly.

However, the expressions of a group of special guests at the back of the venue were grim. They cast angry glances towards the lawyer on stage and Adam Smith, who was merely observing.

These were the New York police, including Manhattan officers who had participated in the fight that day.

The only reason they restrained themselves from rushing forward to arrest someone was that Hydra bigwigs had already 'taken care' of the city government, and the venue was guarded by legally operating security companies armed to the teeth to maintain order.

"Yes, I believe Mr. Smith is a hero who truly deserves it!" Ben Colson reiterated, his expression serious and his tone sincere, as if stating a universal truth.

Adam Smith couldn't help but turn his head to look, a slight surprise on his face.

How come I didn't know I was this awesome?

Ben Colson happened to turn his head as well, their eyes meeting. He gave Adam a reassuring look.

Don't panic, let me hype you up!

"Perhaps everyone here doesn't know why Mr. Smith killed those people on Wall Street." Ben Colson pressed the remote in his hand, and an image appeared on the screen behind him.

On the screen was a stunning blonde woman.

"This is Mrs. Smith… no, she should be referred to as 'formerly Mrs. Smith'."

The photo shifted left, and on the blank space to the right, dense lists of male names appeared. Each name had a link attached, and clicking it would reveal the person's profile, along with intimate videos of him and Mrs. Smith.

The flashes exploded again, and all camera lenses focused on the screen, zooming in.

In an instant, the traffic for numerous television stations and major websites across America surged.

They're actually showing us this, so… we're getting interested!

The regulatory authorities were temporarily blind, and all footage was broadcast without reservation.

Ben Colson, being very experienced, once he had captured enough attention, minimized the video window and continued to display the profiles of these men to the audience, demonstrating their authenticity.

"Unbelievable, simply unimaginable," Colson said in an exaggerated tone. "This former Mrs. Smith developed a staggering one hundred and sixty-four regular lovers over the past eight years."

"Except for one fixed week each month, she was intimately involved with different men almost every day."

"And, of course, her legal husband was not among them!"

Although he had achieved his revenge, seeing these images still brought back unpleasant memories for Adam Smith, causing his expression to darken.

This look was picked up by the media.

Men watching on their screens couldn't help but feel sympathetic: This guy's life is so miserable!

"Initially, she would still try to avoid Mr. Smith. Later, she began bringing men home directly, even in front of Mr. Smith…"

"Wow…" a chorus of hushed gasps rose from the audience.

The men's gazes towards Adam Smith became even more sympathetic.

"Among the men Mr. Smith killed on Wall Street were his colleagues, his superiors, and his boss. All of them had been intimate with his ex-wife in Mr. Smith's home!"

"Yet, Mr. Smith endured it for eight years, wanting to keep his job and provide his child with a complete family, even though the child wasn't his."

After these words spread, many men in front of their screens fell silent. They stopped paying attention to the titillating images on the screen and instead became engrossed in empathy for their own similar experiences.

"I just want to ask everyone: Is this fair?"

Ben Colson struggled to suppress his grief and indignation, his eyes appearing to well up with tears.

"That's right, Mr. Smith killed people and violated federal law. But please don't forget: The Stars and Stripes protect those who burn it, and the Constitution of America grants citizens the right to take up arms and resist when their rights are violated!"

As for the outcome of that resistance, it depends on whose weapons are more advanced.

A warm reminder from the arms dealers: To protect yourselves and your families, be sure to update your weapons regularly!

"Today, Mr. Smith will surrender himself to the New York Police. But please rest assured, we will assemble a defense team comprising the top ten law firms in America to defend Mr. Smith's rights, and to allow many male compatriots who share similar experiences with Mr. Smith to see fairness once again."

"Mr. Smith is a hero, a hero who, pushed beyond his limits, was forced to take up arms to resist the degenerate practices of sexual liberation!"

"Know this: The greatness of America stems from the bravery of the people of Boston, from the gunshots at Lexington, not from women's increasingly open sewer systems!"

That last sentence ignited the men of America and caused the women to jump up in anger, especially the feminists who were already prone to activism. This statement was like poking a hornet's nest.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of abusive comments from women began appearing on major websites, and their complaints flooded the television station's complaint hotlines.

"Fuck you, this is destroying gender equality!"

"Why can men seek out women everywhere, but women can't?"

"Idiot men, you all crawled out of the sewer!"

America thus ushered in a war between men and women, but what did that have to do with Adam Smith?

The press conference was an unprecedented success, not only explaining Adam Smith's motives for murder to the entire nation but also successfully stirring up gender relations, thereby allowing people to forget the essence of the act of killing.

The next step was nothing more than a routine criminal defense. With his luxurious legal team, Adam Smith wouldn't even need to say a word to win over the jury's sympathy. After all, there could be many Hydras on the jury.

"Wow, that guy's really pitiful."

In his luxurious villa in Malibu, Tony Stark watched the entire press conference.

After dealing with Obadiah last night, Tony had become intensely curious about the sudden appearance of Adam Smith. Once he investigated the man's background, even Tony, known for his womanizing ways, couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the deceased Mrs. Smith.

"What's wrong?" Pepper Potts approached, holding a tablet, and teased with a smile, "Are you reminiscing about the good old days?"

Tony chuckled sheepishly, regretting his hasty confession.

"There's a board meeting tomorrow, and a new major shareholder will be attending. You need to think about the company's future direction, or Stark Industries will soon declare bankruptcy."

Pepper Potts held the tablet directly in front of Tony. He glanced at the steep red line on the stock trend chart and shrugged.

"It seems that after my three-month absence, they've forgotten I'm a genius."

Pepper Potts rolled her eyes and continued with her report, "Also, an agent from the Department of Homeland Security..."

Pepper looked down at the tablet again before continuing, "An agent from the Department of Homeland Security and Strategic Logistics has scheduled a meeting with you for tomorrow."

"Those annoying government agents!" Tony pouted.

The press conference had a significant impact. Unlike many men who sympathized with Adam Smith, Police Captain George Stacy, who lived in Queens, was furious.

"Bastard, this is a desecration of the law!"

His voice disturbed the little girl in the room. The blonde girl pushed open the door and timidly spoke, "Daddy..."

George quickly forced an awkward smile and crouched down to comfort his daughter, "Gwen, Daddy just... had something stuck in his throat, so he had to shout a bit."

He then pretended to cough a couple of times.

"See, Daddy's much better now," George said, stroking his daughter's head and smiling. "You're starting at a new school tomorrow, so you need to go to bed early tonight!"

George Stacy was originally the police captain of Manhattan. He was daring and tenacious in his work, earning the respect of his colleagues and making him a popular candidate for the next precinct chief.

But now, he had been transferred to Queens as a police captain.

His colleagues who were killed by Adam Smith were ignored, and those who were injured would likely soon lose their disability benefits.

While all the men in America were concerned about Adam Smith's fairness, who was concerned about the fairness for these injured police officers?

Fairness shouldn't be like this!

George, with a somber expression, didn't notice a black videotape appear on the living room coffee table.

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