I'm starting a mythology craze at Marvel

Chapter 13 I believe you wouldn't mind taking the blame for the country.
"These barbarians, these ugly, disobedient monsters, how could they be like this?"

In the command room, Admiral James roared again.

The envoy sent by the master has now become a corpse. The master is naturally furious about this and blames him for not teaching these barbarians a lesson but negotiating with them instead.

What? You said that these people were sent to negotiate under the order of the master?

It is obvious that it was you, Admiral James, who pleaded repeatedly that it was not appropriate to resort to force. If we just sent an envoy to persuade them to surrender, a rude monster like Banner would surely surrender.

The masters believed your lies and didn't want the guys to get hurt, so they agreed to your ridiculous request.

Now that things have come to this, how should we end it?

As for how Admiral James ended, of course.

"Rose, I believed your lies and ended up like this. Tell me, how should this end?"

Ross was shocked. Wasn't this what the president said just now?
Why, you're asking me now?

"Admiral, what did I do wrong?"

There was a hint of disbelief and grievance in Ross's voice. He straightened his back and looked at Admiral James firmly, trying to maintain his position and dignity in front of the furious commander.

"What did you do wrong? How dare you ask me? In order to get promoted, you sent your daughter to try to persuade those barbarians. After failing, you tried to rescue your daughter through the special envoy of Congress.

Now that the envoy has been killed, what do you think we should do? Where did you go wrong? "

Hearing this, Ross understood, understood everything.

This bastard wants to put the blame on myself and make me take the responsibility!
In America, whether it's your fault or not, if someone intends to make you bear the blame, you'd better find a way to throw it away.

Otherwise, you will take all the responsibility and he will enjoy the benefits.

The masters put the blame firmly on Admiral James in order to avoid losing their positions.

This general, who was very good at the art of shifting the blame, quickly put the blame on himself.

There are only two senior generals present now. Who can Ross put the blame on?

Even if he had just been fired, this excuse was not valid and he couldn't put the blame back on others.

After all, it was just verbal and there is no written document, so how can it count?

What, you said I can check the recording?
Ahem, what if they really find out something?

Therefore, this pot can only be taken by Rose. Who asked him to be treated like that by the Red Giant before? Now he, a hawk, is not tough enough.

Ross took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with determination and unwillingness.

He knew that arguing at this moment would only sink him deeper into the quagmire, and Admiral James' intention was obvious: to sacrifice him to save himself.

In this battlefield where power and interests are intertwined, the weak can often only become victims.

“Your Excellency Admiral, I admit that I made mistakes in my assessment of the situation, but I have never had any selfish motives. Sending my daughter to carry out this mission is a helpless move for me as a father. I hope to achieve peace at the lowest cost.

As for the sacrifice of the special envoy, I am deeply saddened and willing to take due responsibility."

Ross's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, revealing his inner struggle and unyielding spirit. "Very good, it's good that you know you are wrong. Get ready, this time we have to teach these barbarians a lesson!"

Get ready, prepare for what, haven't you been fired, right?
Thinking of this, Ross felt a surge of heat in his heart again.

If, we could defeat Banner and his gang in one fell swoop or even capture them.

Then, not only will the blame be removed, but maybe one day you can even make further progress, right?
But Rose didn't know that Admiral James was sneering at him as he was secretly delighted.

"Pass the order down, all combat units immediately enter the first level combat readiness state, and must assemble in the shortest possible time. Let us teach those barbarians a lesson!"

Admiral James gave the order and then turned to look at Rose.

"Ross, you are most familiar with Banner. You have experience. You will be in charge of this operation."

Sure enough, this was a compensation for letting himself take the blame.

"Boss, the military has already assembled. Shall we rush out and fight now?"

Looking at the military on the opposite side that had already assembled and was ready for war, Bronski licked his lips, his eyes shining with excitement.

Heavy tanks roared in, assault vehicles roamed the wilderness, and the noise of armed helicopters was endless, accompanied by deafening roars. The entire battlefield seemed to be shaken by this force, dust was flying, and the air was filled with tension and uneasiness.

However, in the face of this seemingly overwhelming military force, Banner and his warriors showed no fear.

"Of course, the Blood God is getting impatient. It's time for us believers to worship the Blood God with the blood of our enemies."

"Brothers, it's time to show our strength!" Banner shouted loudly, his voice penetrated the noise of the battlefield and reached the ears of every soldier.

His voice was full of power and conviction, as if it could inspire the desire to fight deep in everyone's heart.

Following Banner's order, the Chaos War Gang's warriors rushed towards the enemy's position like a tide.

They were armed with a variety of weapons, some wielding sharp axes, some manipulating heavy swords, and others equipped with modern guns and cannons.

They rushed towards the enemy regardless of everything, vowing to use the enemy's blood to worship the blood god.

Banner took the lead, galloping over with a war hammer in his hand.

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

Whistling tongues of flames burst out and the sound of gunfire continued.

The fatal bullets hit Banner and his men. The firepower that could tear ordinary people into pieces could only make grooves on their bodies and splash blood.

This was the damage caused to the newly joined soldiers. The impact on Banner was even smaller, with not even a trace left, just like raindrops hitting his body.

"Weird, monster!"

The crew members operating the machine guns were all stunned. They had never seen such a situation before.

It is understandable that Banner is not afraid of bullets, but why are those former soldiers who follow Banner not afraid of bullets either?
There have always been rumors in the army that the gods have given Banner and his followers power.

Now it seems that this could be true?
However, no matter whether it is true or not, Banner's hammer is about to hit his head!
(End of this chapter)