"Black Rose, please prepare yourselves for death~"
The moment the words fell, the White House's thick bulletproof glass suddenly shuddered violently.
Boom—
The sound was dull and powerful, like a heavy hammer striking everyone's heart.
Immediately following was the second strike, then the third...
Outside the window, the thunderous roar of the crowd, like a mountain collapsing and the sea raging, penetrated the walls and the soundproofing material, clearly reaching inside.
"Step down!"
"Liars!"
"Get out of the White House!"
The President's face turned pale in an instant as he stumbled toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
With just one glance, his legs went weak.
Outside the window, the entire Pennsylvania Avenue had been completely submerged by the angry tide of people.
They held up various homemade signs and waved their fists, their faces twisted with rage, like waves of red surging to surround the White House, this isolated island.
The White House guards held their riot shields, desperately defending the gates, trying their best to keep the angry masses from rushing in.
But their meager manpower was like a few rocks about to be washed away in the face of that raging ocean of anger.
Heaven knows how much longer they could hold out.
Watching the chaos below, the high-ranking officials in the office felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.
They finally realized a fact so terrifying it made their souls tremble.
They had assumed that those Superheroes were just a bunch of simple-minded, brawny pawns they could play with in the palm of their hands.
But in reality...
They were the ones who were the pawns.
And they were a bunch of pawns who had walked into a trap without knowing it, still feeling smug, foolish beyond saving!
The true chess player had been only one person from the very beginning, and that was Peter Parker.
This guy had anticipated their every move from the very start.
He had even planted spies by their side long ago.
Every one of their conspiracies, every conversation, every strategy they thought was brilliant, was completely transparent and open to him.
He was merely playing along with their schemes, watching them coldly, step by step, as they put the noose around their own necks and then kicked away the stool beneath their feet themselves!
It was just... too late to realize this now.
Listening to the shouting getting closer and louder outside the door, General Mike's face turned as pale as paper. He could no longer maintain the composed demeanor of a four-star general, and like a gambler who had lost everything, he screamed hysterically with bloodshot eyes.
"Fire! Fire! Deploy the Police, call the army! Suppress these damned lowly commoners immediately! Gun them all down for me!"
However, before he could finish speaking, the President suddenly turned around, his eyes bloodshot, roaring in anger like a Beast driven into a corner.
"Idiot! Do you really think that at a time like this, the Police and the army will still listen to our orders? Do you think they have the guts to stand against a damned monster like The Arbiter?!"
Almost the moment his words fell.
Three figures tore through the clouds in the sky, hovering above the White House with unparalleled momentum.
One was clad in dark golden armor, a skull mask reflecting a chilling, grim light in the sun, like a king returned from hell.
One was wearing streamlined gold and red armor, the reactor on his chest emitting the light of technology and the future, the Iron God of the human World.
One was wearing a blue and red star-spangled uniform, holding a round shield, representing the spirit and faith of an era.
It was The Arbiter, Iron Man, and Captain America, the three Superheroes giants!
The moment they appeared, the noisy and angry crowd below instantly fell into an eerie silence.
Immediately following was an even crazier, more deafening cheer!
"The Arbiter!"
"Iron Man!"
"Captain!"
The cheering converged into a wave of sound that almost threatened to overturn the entire sky of Washington D.C.
Peter hovered in mid-air, his gaze calmly sweeping over the fanatical crowd below and the ashen-faced politicians inside the White House from beneath his dark golden mask.
He did not speak, only slowly raised his hand.
The crowd quieted down again.
Everyone looked up, watching the three figures in the sky with a gaze that was almost like a pilgrimage.
At this moment, Tony Stark's armor faceplate opened, and his face, familiar to the whole World, wore a slightly cynical smile, but his eyes were serious as never before.
"Everyone, I know you are very angry."
"To be honest, I am very angry too. When we were fighting on the front lines to protect this World, some people were hiding in the back, plotting how to betray us, how to betray you!"
His voice, through the armor's amplification system, clearly spread across the entire square.
"They tried to divide us, tried to use lies and conspiracies to tarnish the name of heroes. They told you that Superheroes are a threat, that they need to be regulated, need to be registered."
"But today, I want to ask you."
Tony's voice suddenly rose, "When that monster named Solus descended, when the crisis of destruction loomed over us all, was it their bill that protected you, or was it us?!"
"It was you!"
In the crowd, it was unclear who shouted first. Immediately after, a mountain-shaking, sea-roaring response rang through the sky.
"It was you!"
Captain America Steve Rogers also stepped forward, his upright and powerful voice carrying a strength capable of soothing hearts.
"We never seek power, nor do we desire to be above anyone. We fight hard simply because this is the right thing to do."
"Protecting the innocent, fighting evil, this is our only creed."
"But today, someone has tarnished this creed and betrayed your trust. They never consider this country; they only seek to satisfy their own dirty, selfish desires."
"People like this do not deserve to lead this country anymore!"
After Captain America finished speaking, the public's emotions were completely ignited:
"Deserve nothing! Step down!"
"Get out, resign!"
At the White House gate, those guards who were originally struggling to hold on looked at each other, and finally, one of the young guards was the first to throw away the riot shield in his hand.
With a crisp "bang," it was like knocking over the first domino.
Immediately following was the second, the third...
All the guards put down their weapons, and even turned around to join the protesting crowd, raising their middle fingers toward the direction of the President's office.
As the saying goes, for a few thousand bucks a month, why risk your life!
At a time like this, why still risk your life for those bastards who don't even invite them to their wild parties?
Only a fool would do such a stupid thing!
At this point, the White House's last line of defense was completely declared breached.
The angry masses rushed into the White House without obstruction, dragging out the government officials who had once been high and mighty.
Today is destined to be the most special day in the five hundred years since the founding of America!