The moment the voice fell, the entire country was in an uproar.
From New York to Los Angeles, from Chicago to Houston, from Seattle to Miami.
Patrons in bars slammed their beer mugs on the counters, shouting and cheering at the top of their lungs.
Students in university dorms clapped frantically at their phone screens.
Even drivers on the highway, listening to the radio while driving, couldn't help but honk their horns in celebration.
The entire America fell into a state of near-manic revelry.
But the atmosphere inside the White House was the exact opposite of the outside.
The Oval Office.
On the giant television screen, The Arbiter's face occupied the entire frame.
The President's face was deathly pale.
General Mike's fingers were trembling as he gripped the armrests of his chair.
That self-proclaimed shrewd Attorney General didn't even reach out to adjust his glasses as they slid to the tip of his nose.
They heard the cheers from outside.
Even through the thick walls and soundproof glass of the White House, the wave of sound was still clearly audible.
"It's over..."
Mike's lips quivered as he squeezed out those two words.
He wasn't a fool.
The Arbiter had just won a Multiverse War broadcast live to the world, single-handedly eliminating an enemy capable of destroying Earth.
At this moment, The Arbiter's status in the hearts of the people could no longer be summarized by the words "Superheroes."
He was the Savior.
He was a God.
And the things they had previously conspired—smearing The Arbiter, the superhuman registration act, inciting the public to pay taxes—were no different from throwing eggs against a rock in the face of such prestige.
"He... how could he win! How could he possibly win!"
General Mike let out a roar that didn't sound human; his eyes were bloodshot, looking like a crazed tiger as he flipped the desk in front of him over.
At this moment, he finally knew the answer to the previous question.
He would rather those damned aliens invading Earth had won and destroyed the entire Universe than face the current outcome.
After all, if the Universe was destroyed, countless people would die with him, and he would still be that high-and-mighty four-star general until the very last second before his death.
But now, he and everyone in the office were destined to become notorious names in history books.
Spurned by the people for generations.
Everyone in the office, down to the last person, slumped in their seats, their faces as pale as paper and their foreheads covered in pea-sized beads of cold sweat.
It's over.
This thought, like a maggot in the bone, grew crazily in each of their minds.
Their carefully laid traps, their plans they thought were foolproof, appeared so ridiculous and fragile in the face of absolute power and deeper schemes.
"Public relations! Quick! Contact the media! Conduct crisis management!"
The President finally found his voice, pointing at his Press Secretary and shouting hoarsely,
"Say... say that all of this was our plan! We only did this to use a scheme to unite these Superheroes! Yes! That's it!"
Even he didn't believe these words.
But it was the only life-saving straw they could grasp now.
However, before that already terrified and bewildered Press Secretary could make a move.
In the office, everyone's phones issued a series of urgent "ding-dong" sounds at the same time.
It was the notification sound for news pushes.
General Mike's hand trembled as he picked up the phone from the floor, its screen already cracked.
A headline from the Daily Bugle caught his eye.
[Shocking Scandal! Recordings of Top-Secret White House Meetings Exposed, a Vicious Conspiracy Against Superheroes!]
Clicking on the news, a crystal-clear audio clip, accompanied by detailed text records, was made public.
"...This is a great opportunity for us to weaken the prestige of this damned Arbiter!"
"...Make him take the initiative to go on a show and appeal to the masses to pay taxes!"
"...While his reputation is at rock bottom, I plan to take the opportunity to introduce... the superhuman registration act!"
In the audio, each of their voices was clearly identifiable; those despicable, malicious, and calculating words sounded like loud slaps across their own faces at this moment.
"No... no..."
The Attorney General collapsed on the floor, a large patch of his crotch wet, emitting an unpleasant stench.
Fear had already destroyed his sanity.
And this was only the beginning.
Just tens of seconds after the first news push, the second and third pushes followed one after another.
[Exclusive Video! At a Time of National Crisis, High-Level White House Officials Actually Held a Lewd Party in the Office!]
If the previous recording only ruined their reputations.
Then this video was the final nail that completely nailed them to the pillar of historical shame.
The footage in the video was unbearable to look at.
While Peter was calling for national unity to resist foreign enemies but was being insulted!
While the Superheroes were completely divided because of the registration act.
These highest rulers of the country were in the White House office, holding a "celebration party" with a group of hot young men and women that could only be broadcast with thick mosaics.
Dissolute, depraved, and shameless.
The public was beyond furious.
While heroes were bleeding and dying on the front lines, these politicians, who had said they would make the country great again during their campaigns, were drinking and making merry in the rear, doing all sorts of sordid things!
This was no longer just dereliction of duty.
This was the most blatant betrayal of the entire country and all its people!
Inside the office, there was a deathly silence.
"Who leaked it? Damn it, how did they dare let these things get out?"
The President's eyes were red!
He knew that this time, everyone present would be completely finished, with no possibility of a comeback!
Meanwhile, General Mike stared blankly at the video, and suddenly, his pupils shrank violently.
He noticed the filming angle of the video.
That angle... was clearly filmed from the position where his most trusted personal secretary, who had been with him for over a decade, stood!
He whipped his head around, only to find that the female secretary had already left the office.
He wasn't the only one who discovered this problem; gradually, more and more politicians realized something was wrong through the filming angles of the photos.
These photos could only have been taken by the most trusted people around them who had the opportunity and the angle!
The politicians felt their hands and feet go cold because of this discovery, and each of them hurriedly fumbled for their phones to call these people to demand an explanation.
But when the calls were connected, the voices coming from the other end were female voices they had never heard before.
At the same time, outside the White House building, a group of men and women of different identities and appearances neatly tore off their human skin masks, revealing exquisite and beautiful faces one after another.
It was the former Red Room female Agents led by Antonia!
Now, they had a more elegant new code name—
Black Rose!
The group looked at each other, then simultaneously brought their phones to their ears and spoke in voices tinged with a hint of a smile:
"Black Rose, please go to your deaths~"