Fox TV — a live interview program broadcast worldwide.
After getting Steve Rogers' autograph, the host began reviewing the flow of the live interview with him.
"Captain Rogers, since this live show has been promoted for three days in advance, the ratings are expected to be massive. There will be at least tens of millions of viewers watching online in the United States alone."
"And if we include Europe, the numbers will be even higher. So, Captain Rogers, could you tell us a little about the 'surprise' you've prepared?"
Faced with the host's curiosity, Steve just smiled and said nothing.
"Alright then, Captain Rogers. The program will go live in ten minutes, so I won't keep you."
Standing up, she glanced at the lounge — Tony Stark, the new shareholder of Fox TV, sat nearby, while beside him was Linen, wearing a mask and radiating an icy, calm aura.
With a polite nod, the host left the room.
Once she was gone, Steve set down the interview script and turned to Linen.
"Judge, is this the evidence Natasha recovered in Eastern Europe?"
Linen nodded. "Yes. Combined with the testimony of Collins Miles from the Blood Parrot Gang, this evidence is more than enough to send those powerful men behind it to prison."
Tony Stark frowned, his expression grim.
"It's outrageous. After watching how those monsters tortured those poor girls, I think I'll be having nightmares for a while."
He clenched his fists. "But at least this time, tens of millions of people will be watching. With that kind of attention — and Steve's reputation — we'll make sure those bastards go down for good."
Steve nodded, taking a deep breath. When the signal came that the interview was about to start, he stood up, straightened his classic blue uniform, and picked up his shield.
As Steve walked out toward the stage, Tony watched his determined steps and muttered,
"I swear, he looks like he's marching into battle."
Linen glanced at him and replied quietly, "Isn't this another kind of battlefield?"
Tony gave a small smile. "Then count me in."
He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and spoke briefly. When he hung up, he raised an eyebrow toward Linen.
"I don't trust the NYPD with this. I've asked my friends at the FBI to assist. This time, we're going to wipe them out completely."
Meanwhile, in Washington — at a congressman's private residence.
As Steve Rogers appeared on TV to thunderous applause from the audience, the congressman smirked and said to his companion,
"I've got to hand it to the PR machine. After seventy years of glorification, Steve Rogers has become a literal god to the American public."
"You know," he continued, swirling his glass of whiskey, "it was the military that built his image after the war. My guess is, they'll want him back under their control soon."
His friend chuckled. "Sure — but the reason America used Steve Rogers as a propaganda symbol all these years was because he was dead. A dead man doesn't complain about how much money people make off his name."
He took a sip of his drink. "But now that he's alive again… I wonder how all those who profited from his legacy are feeling."
Before they could continue, Steve's voice echoed through the live broadcast.
"A friend of mine accidentally rescued a girl who was about to be kidnapped in New York half a month ago," Steve said calmly, his eyes sharp. "At first, we thought it was just a random kidnapping case. But after thorough investigation, we discovered the truth was far worse."
He held up a document for the camera.
"This was not an isolated crime — it was an organized, premeditated operation. The group behind it is powerful, with deep connections."
"They didn't just abduct young girls — they trafficked them to Eastern Europe, sold them into the red-light districts, and even to high-ranking officials and celebrities. Some were children, sold for organ harvesting."
Gasps erupted across the studio. Viewers everywhere sat frozen as Steve continued.
"A few days ago, my teammates dismantled one of these organizations in Eastern Europe — one connected directly to the Blood Parrot Gang. What we found there was horrifying."
He pressed another document to the camera.
"These children were kidnapped, matched for organ compatibility, and their organs were removed and sold to those wealthy enough to pay."
"As for the girls… they were treated as objects. Sold off after the so-called 'clients' had their fun. When they fell ill, they were locked away, and their killings were broadcast live on the dark web."
The entire studio went silent. Even those watching from home stared in disbelief.
Steve's voice grew stronger.
"Although we've rescued over seven hundred victims across transit hubs and Eastern Europe, thousands more are still missing — sold, trafficked, and butchered for profit."
"Tens of thousands of people disappear every year in America. Most are kidnapped and funneled into global trafficking networks. Their organs supply the wealthy and powerful who hide behind influence and money."
"These crimes thrive in cities like New York, Washington, and Los Angeles — because of the powerful people protecting them."
Watching the live broadcast, Congressman Daniel felt his heart tighten.
His palms were cold and sweaty.
Because he knew — his own liver transplant came through one of those 'special' underground channels.
He grabbed his phone, about to make a call. But before he could, Steve Rogers' voice thundered through the speakers again.
"I now hold a list of individuals directly linked to the Blood Parrot Gang," Steve declared. "These people are either the shield protecting this criminal empire — or the beneficiaries of its evil."
"I swear, in the name of Captain America, I will not let a single one of them escape justice."
He lifted another page. "Next, I will read every name on this list. I have all the evidence."
"Alex Mack — Deputy Director of the New York Police Department.
Daniel Buckley — United States Senator.
Dick Sayre — New York State Senator.
Members of the Forbes Rich List…"
Each name hit like a hammer.
Business magnates, high-ranking officials, powerful politicians — every one of them exposed under the blinding light of live television.
Senator Daniel Buckley froze, phone trembling in his hand.
Then, his knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the sofa.
It was over.
The moment Captain America read his name before tens of millions of people — his life was finished.
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