As Ailer's thoughts changed, the Gamma Rays truly shifted their target to the Monster Buckle. In just a few breaths, all the Gamma Rays transferred into the Monster Buckle.
The Monster Buckle, originally inserted into the Desire Driver, flashed with several bolts of lightning, then automatically detached from the Desire Driver's slot.
Ailer grabbed the Monster Buckle. He could feel the Gamma Rays slowly integrating into the Monster Buckle. However, Gamma Rays were a very dangerous energy, and it would take the Monster Buckle a considerable amount of time to fuse with them.
After the buckle detached, Ailer's upper body Monster armor automatically deactivated, and Ailer reverted to his 'Login Form'.
With everything resolved, Ailer had no reason to stay, so he prepared to quickly leave this troublesome place.
Just then, a voice suddenly called out to Ailer.
"Hey, masked Rider, what's your name?" Only Tony was left to speak.
Hearing this, Ailer paused slightly, thinking that perhaps it wouldn't be bad to spread his name through Tony. So, he stopped, turned to Tony, and said,
"Kamen Rider Geats, that is my name. By the way, if you can't immediately find answers to certain things, you can look for them in the relics of an old friend."
After saying this, Ailer drove away in the Propulsion Vanguard.
"Kamen Rider? Is that a new word? And Geats? Is this guy naming himself after his mask? What did he mean by that last sentence?"
Thinking about this, Tony felt he had guessed something, but Ailer's ambiguous words before leaving left Tony very confused.
What did those words mean? Tony decided to go back and think about it slowly. So, he used the last of his energy to leave. After this battle, he also realized the limitations of the MK4 armor and prepared to go back and develop stronger armor.
Due to the commands Ailer gave to the Spider Smartphone, this battle did not leave many recordings, only text records and verbal accounts from victims.
Soon after, these records were compiled into a report and sent to the most powerful person in all of America.
White House, President's Office
"This is truly an incident of immense impact." The President, with his golden hair, stared intently at the report, his tone inscrutable.
And in the President's office, there were several figures dressed in expensive suits and various military uniforms, awaiting the President's decision.
The President loosened his pink suit tie, then looked at a disheveled Thaddeus Ross and asked,
"General Ross, have you written everything down here?"
"..."
General Ross's back was constantly breaking out in a cold sweat. The President seemed to want to hold him accountable. He took a deep breath and then said,
"The full story is in that report, Mr. President."
Hearing this, the President placed his hands on the table, then interlaced his fingers, appearing thoughtful as he spoke to everyone present:
"Two green monsters and two armored men brawling on city streets. The damages haven't even been fully tallied, and the subsequent public opinion is a ticking time bomb. Does anyone here have a solution?"
"I believe we can hold a press conference and pin this on some terrorist organization, categorize it as a terrorist attack, and state that our military held back from full force due to concern for the public," an official in charge of an intelligence agency stepped forward and said.
Hearing this, the President nodded, seemingly satisfied with the answer. "Go on."
"Tony Stark needs no introduction; his identity is known worldwide. We can also portray Hulk as a super hero full of a sense of justice, just that he became rather unsightly due to his superpowers, which is why he's unwilling to appear. As for that masked man using mysterious technology..."
This official's answer greatly pleased the President, but General Ross was somewhat displeased and interjected,
"Sir, I believe the matter of Hulk needs further careful discussion."
"There's nothing more to discuss about this," the President waved his hand, signaling Ross to stop speaking, and then continued,
"If we follow Mr. Skoyar's suggestion, then we just need to coordinate our stories with those three. As for which terrorist organization to pin it on, do you have any ideas?"
The 'terrorist organization' the President referred to was likely not the bearded men from the Middle East, but a truly evil organization capable of influencing a nation's government.
Just then, a name appeared in someone's mind, and he spoke it aloud to everyone present, "HYDRA, who once collaborated with the Nazis! We can pin this on them."
"HYDRA?" the President asked, confused.
"Their old slogan wasn't 'cut off one head and two more shall take its place'? We can just insist that this incident was caused by HYDRA remnants, and they won't have a chance to refute it anyway." This official was a genius, throwing such a massive blame onto a group of people who couldn't possibly clear their names. It was a truly genius idea.
The Abomination incident was a bucket of dirty water; whoever it landed on would stink. But if the person splashed was already reeking, then that was a different development.
"But we don't have any evidence!" someone questioned.
"Does U.S. counter-terrorism need evidence?" someone immediately retorted.
"Good, good, good! You truly are a genius!" The President was very pleased with this idea.
It was 2008, an election year. If he seized this opportunity to bring up the remnants of a terrorist organization, and handled it well, he could even sling mud at some of his competitors, thereby increasing his chances of re-election.
Most importantly, neither America nor other major powers had ever announced that HYDRA was completely eradicated.
In other words, HYDRA might still exist in this World.
"Have someone coordinate with Tony Stark. As for the other two, we don't need to worry about them for now."
The President glanced at the White House publicity team, signaling with his eyes that they could begin. Subsequently, these individuals went into action.
Several people left the office at once, and at that moment, a general from the military requested the President's instructions:
"Mr. President, I believe we need to continue apprehending Hulk, and at the same time, we must control that mysterious masked man."
"Control? How do you intend to control him?" The President's face darkened, and he began to reprimand these individuals who only had gunpowder in their minds.
"All of you, pay attention! Are the White House and the Pentagon a gangster's den?"
Many of the more aggressive generals were unable to lift their heads after the President's words.
The atmosphere in the office became very silent for a while. After a long pause, the President finally broke the stillness again.
"I understand your feelings. In the future, be mindful. Street heroes like them will not cause any harm to national stability. There is no need to target them unless it's a critical moment, understood? Go back and intensify training. Only a strong enough military can defend the glory of America!"
"Yes, sir!" The generals saluted and replied.
Under the President's carrot and stick approach, the generals left the President's office one after another.
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