The Gun Club's crewed spaceship was forced by several American fighter jets to land at an Air Force base in Pennsylvania.
The Americans had always been the sort to insist on seeing everything with their own eyes. As the saying went, they wouldn't believe it until they saw the coffin.
Unlike the Russians, who were straightforward about it, they had sealed off the spaceship that landed in Russia as soon as it touched down, then notified the Gun Club to pay the necessary fees and come handle the problem themselves.
The tough-guy president understood all too well that his country couldn't take any more strain. Besides, he had just reached an agreement with Steel Digital, and the Spaceship Factory was about to be completed.
It simply wasn't worth the trouble to him to fuss over a single crewed spaceship. In fact, if it were up to him, the moment he received the news, he would have fired a missile at the dangerous ship and blown it up.
Only because Raymond had used his connections to inform the tough-guy president that there were still survivors aboard—and that they had important information—had the Russians not already dealt with the problem.
Those Skrulls had underestimated Earth's current power, and they had also underestimated how decisively the Gun Club handled problems.
They made no attempt to keep the news secret. They even exposed their own disgraceful deeds rather than keep the relevant countries in the dark.
If this had been the old S.H.I.E.L.D., that would have been absolutely impossible. It wouldn't have tried to cooperate with anyone else until the very last moment, when it was certain there was nothing it could do on its own.
The situation in the United States was a little different. The Gun Club's warning had been exceptionally stern;