It Was My Fault!

Mr. Fantastic broke down in tears. Only Invisible Woman Susan remained by his side to comfort him, while many of the superheroes who were not close to him showed anger on their faces.

Even Captain America looked regretful, stunned, and heartbroken. In his view, Mr. Fantastic had definitely broken the law this time. Forget the major powers—even the smaller countries would not let him off.

A charge of endangering national security was unavoidable.

"We can explain this to the public and hope for understanding from all sectors of society." Under the grateful gazes of Susan and The Thing, Captain America looked at Daisy. Lying was not in his nature, but he also did not want Mr. Fantastic to receive something like life imprisonment because of this. He hoped Daisy could negotiate with the higher-ups.

Daisy interlaced her fingers as she considered the whole matter. Could it really be that simple? A terrorist who had appeared from nowhere had stolen Mr. Fantastic's program, then activated the nuclear launch buttons of various nations?

A thin sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead, the aftereffect of having exhausted herself physically and mentally. Yet she could not rest; at the very least, she had to find the mastermind behind this.

She did not think it was a coincidence. The other side had planned everything with extreme care, especially those final hundred nuclear bombs. That had clearly been the result of extensive calculations involving their routes and her speed.

Had those hidden experts not helped, Earth would have been struck by at least fourteen or fifteen nuclear bombs. More than ten major cities would have been wiped out, hundreds of millions would have died, and the entire world order would have been rewritten.

As she considered this in silence, the conference room's live communication lit