I'm the Demon King in Marvel

"Yes, I think Mr. Smith is a well-deserved hero!" Ben Cronson emphasized again, with a serious expression and sincere tone, as if he was stating the truth of the world.

Adam Smith couldn't help but turn his head and looked, feeling a little surprised.

How come I don’t know how awesome I am?

Ben Colson happened to turn his head, and their eyes met. He gave the other a reassuring look.

Don't panic, listen to me!

"Maybe everyone doesn't know why Mr. Smith killed those people on Wall Street." Ben Colson pressed the remote control in his hand, and a picture appeared on the screen behind him.

There is a graceful blonde girl in the picture.

"This is Mrs. Smith... No, it should be said that she used to be."

Move the photo to the left, and you will see a dense array of male names appearing in the blank space on the right. Each name has its own link. Clicking on it will show you the person's profile and the intimate video of him and Mrs. Smith.

The flash went off again, and all the camera lenses were aimed at the screen, zooming in.

For a time, traffic to many TV stations and portal websites across the United States surged.

You actually showed us this, then... we're really excited!

The regulatory authorities were temporarily blinded and all the footage was broadcast without reservation.

Ben Colson is very experienced. After attracting enough traffic, he shrinks the video window and continues to show the men's profiles to the audience to demonstrate their authenticity.

"It's unbelievable and unimaginable," Korenson said in an exaggerated tone, "This former Mrs. Smith has developed a total of 164 regular lovers in the past eight years."

"Except for one fixed week every month, she had intimate relations with different men almost every day."

"And her legal husband is not among them!"

Although he had accomplished his revenge, seeing these scenes brought back bad memories for Adam Smith, and his face darkened.

This expression was spread by the media.

The man in front of the screen couldn't help but feel sympathy: This guy is so pitiful!

"At first, she tried to avoid Mr. Smith, but later she brought him home directly, even in front of Mr. Smith..."

"Wow..." A suppressed exclamation was heard at the scene.

The men looked at Adam Smith with increasing sympathy.

"Among the people Mr. Smith killed on Wall Street were his colleagues, his superiors, and his bosses. All of these people had made peace with his ex-wife at Mr. Smith's home!"

"But Mr. Smith has been giving in over and over again for eight years in order to keep his job and give his child a complete family, even though the child is not his."

After these words spread, many men in front of the screen fell silent. They no longer paid attention to the erotic scenes in the picture, but were immersed in empathy for those who had experienced the same thing.

“I just want to ask everyone, is this fair?”

Ben Colson tried hard to suppress his grief and anger, and tears seemed to appear in the corners of his eyes.

“Yes, Mr. Smith killed someone and violated federal law, but please don’t forget: the Star-Spangled Banner protects those who burn it, and the U.S. Constitution gives citizens the right to take up arms to resist when their rights are violated!”

As for the outcome of the resistance, it depends on who has more advanced weapons.

The arms dealer kindly reminds everyone: In order to protect yourself and your family, remember to update your weapons regularly!

"Today, Mr. Smith will surrender to the New York police, but please rest assured that we will join forces with the top ten law firms in the United States to form a defense team to defend Mr. Smith's rights and to allow many male compatriots who have experienced the same thing as Mr. Smith to see justice again."

"Mr. Smith is a hero, a hero who could no longer bear it and was forced to take up arms to fight against the sexual abuses!"

"It is important to remember that America's greatness comes from the bravery of the people of Boston and the gunshots in Lexington, not from the increasingly open sewers of women!"

The last sentence made American men boil with excitement and also made the women jump up and down, especially the boxers who liked boxing. This sentence simply burst their lungs.

In the blink of an eye, a large number of women's insults began to appear on the portal websites, and the TV station's complaint phone was flooded with calls.

"Fuck! This is destroying gender equality!"

"Why can men find women everywhere, but women can't?"

"Idiot men, you just crawled out of the sewer!"

A war between men and women thus began in America, but what does this have to do with Adam Smith?

The press conference was an unprecedented success. It not only explained Adam Smith's motive for murder to the whole country, but also successfully provoked relations between men and women, thus making people forget the nature of the murder.

What follows is nothing more than a routine criminal defense. Adam Smith, who has a luxurious legal team, will not have to say a word to win the sympathy of the jury. After all, there can be many Hydras on the jury.

……

"Wow, this guy is so pitiful."

In a luxurious villa in Malibu, Tony Stark watched the entire press conference.

After beating Obadiah last night, Tony was full of curiosity about Adam Smith who suddenly appeared. After he investigated the other party's information, even though he was a playboy, he couldn't help but admire the dead Mrs. Smith.

"What's up?" Pepper Potts came up with a tablet and teased with a smile: "Are you missing the old days?"

Tony smiled bitterly, regretting a little that he confessed his feelings too early.

"The board of directors will be convened tomorrow. A new major shareholder will attend the meeting. You should think about the future development direction of the company, otherwise Stark Industries will soon be declared bankrupt."

Pepper Potts held the tablet toward Tony, who glanced at the steep red line on the stock chart and shrugged.

"It seems that I have been missing for more than three months and they have forgotten that I am a genius."

Pepper Potts rolled her eyes and continued to report on the itinerary: "There is also one from the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack..."

Pepper looked down again before continuing, "I have an appointment with the agent from the Logistics Support Bureau for you to meet tomorrow."

"Disgusting government agent!" Tony curled his lips.

The press conference had a huge impact. Unlike many men who sympathized with Adam Smith, Sheriff George Stacy, who lived in Queens, was extremely angry.

"Asshole, this is a blasphemy against the law!"

The sound disturbed the little girl in the room. The blonde girl opened the door and said timidly: "Dad..."

George quickly forced an ugly smile and squatted down to comfort his daughter: "Gwen, Daddy just...his throat is blocked, so he has to shout a few more times."

As he said this, he pretended to cough twice.

"Look, Daddy is much better now." George stroked his daughter's head and said with a smile, "You will go to a new school tomorrow, so go to bed early today!"

George Stacy was the former police chief of Manhattan. He was a bold and tough man, loved by his colleagues and was a popular candidate for the next district chief.

As a result, he has now been transferred to Queens to serve as police chief.

No one cared about the colleagues who were hacked to death by Adam Smith, and his injured colleagues would probably lose their relief funds soon.

Now men all over the United States are concerned about the fairness of Adam Smith, but who cares about the fairness of these injured and dead police officers?

This isn't how fairness should be!

George, with a gloomy look on his face, didn't notice that a black videotape appeared on the coffee table in the living room.

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Chapter 40 What does what Kurosaki Ichigo did have to do with me, Lin Hao?

The next morning, Tony Stark came to New York from California, and saw several men in black suits as soon as he entered Stark Tower.

"Happy, are the security department recruiting new people?" Tony deliberately looked at the bodyguard Happy and whispered loudly: "Are these your men?"

"Mr. Stark, I'm Phil Coulson." Coulson took a few steps forward and extended his hand: "A level 7 agent from the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency."

"What job?" Tony turned his ear to indicate that he didn't hear clearly.

"The Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency," Coulson added, adding, "It's an organization founded by your father, Howard Stark."

Sure enough, Tony Stark's expression changed.

Originally, Nick Fury didn't plan to tell Tony these things too early, but he didn't expect Tony to reveal his identity on the spot last night and intervene in the other side of this world in advance.

"You better not be kidding me." Tony stared at Coulson.

Coulson waved, and an agent behind him came forward with a metal box and placed it at Tony's feet.

"Here are some things your father left behind. You can take a look first." Coulson handed Tony a business card and said, "If you want to know more, you can contact me at any time."

Coulson originally planned to talk more with Tony about his previous experience in Afghanistan, but when he noticed the other party's repulsion, he quickly ended the topic and left.

Looking at the metal box under his feet, Tony Stark's expression was very complicated, with a hint of curiosity, a hint of resentment, and a hint of the urge to show off to his parents after getting a red flower.

Pepper couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she took the initiative to speak up: "Happy, take the box up for the boss."

Happy glanced at his boss, and when he saw that he didn't react, he bent down and picked up the box.

At this time, an Asian youth walked into Stark Tower and just passed by Coulson.

The Asian face made Coulson turn his head to take a closer look. With his level of perfection as a seventh-level agent, he naturally remembered this face.

Lin Hao walked into the building without blinking and walked towards Tony Stark.

The security guard in the hall spotted him, and quickly put his hands on his waist, pointed at Lin Hao and shouted, "Don't move, don't move forward!"

Lin Hao stopped, not caring about the security guards, and still looked at Tony Stark.

Pepper found him familiar and quickly took out a tablet to compare, then waved away the security guard: "Don't worry, this gentleman is a new member of the board of directors."

Hearing the voice, Tony turned around and saw a strange Asian face.

"Tony, his name is Ichigo Kurosaki. He has acquired more than 35% of Stark Industries' shares and is the new major shareholder." Pepper introduced in a low voice: "It was he who proposed to hold today's board meeting."

It's not that Tony Stark doesn't understand business, he's just too lazy to take care of mundane affairs. A major shareholder suddenly appeared, holding more than one-third of the shares, and proposed to convene a board of directors as soon as he arrived. It was obvious that he had bad intentions.

However, Tony, who was born proud, disdained to flatter. He just took a look and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Pepper took the initiative to greet him, and first asked in not very fluent Japanese: "Hello, Mr. Kurosaki, do you need a translator?"

Lin Hao shook his head and responded in a pure American accent: "Thank you, I can understand what you are saying."