The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 524 Landscape

After Wes made a fortune in the secret base of S.H.I.E.L.D., he looked at the precious experimental data in his hands, and his mind raced, and he thought of Vegapunk.

There are more strange ideas in Vegapunk's head than stars.

Weiss thought that if he gave him this information, maybe he could do something big.

He did what he said and teleported to appear outside Vegapunk's laboratory.

Vegapunk was tinkering with a pile of parts. He looked up when he heard the noise. Before he could ask, Weiss handed him a pile of information.
Vegapunk took the information and glanced at it quickly. His already large eyes instantly widened like bells, and his hands began to tremble with excitement.

The look in his eyes was like that of a person who had been hungry for three days seeing a banquet. Without saying a word, he took the information and dove into the research, occasionally spouting some professional terms that others could not understand.

Weiss had just sent out the information when he turned around and brought up the shameful black materials of the United States.

Early the next morning, these negative news seemed to have grown wings and spread all over the world with the help of the Internet.

This news was more explosive than a superhero war and instantly ignited the powder keg of public opinion.

The media were like crazy, all their cameras and long guns were pointed at this matter, the news was played continuously, and the website headlines were all filled with it. It seemed as if they were about to tear down the gate of the White House.

Inside the White House, officials were in chaos.

The president was so anxious that he stamped his feet in his office. The documents on his desk were all over the floor. Orders were issued like snowflakes, and he just wanted to shut up the domestic media and prevent these negative materials from spreading around.

But in this Internet age, information is like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins and cannot be stopped at all.

Not only is it not allowed to be broadcast on TV, but the news on mobile phones, computers, and social platforms is like a tide, one wave after another.

Those internet celebrities and bloggers, with eyes sharper than eagles, spotted this hot topic and, as if they had taken stimulants, frantically forwarded and commented on it, making the black material more and more popular.

The US government is extremely busy and has tried every possible means, but finds that it cannot control the situation at all.

In the end, the White House spokesperson had no choice but to hold a press conference and dryly throw out the word "fake news" in an attempt to get the matter over with.

But the public is not stupid. The details of these negative materials, including time, place, and people, are so clear that they can even describe to you what the scene was like at that time.

In addition, some American soldiers and agents who had been involved in those dirty deeds, some of whom had a change of heart and some of whom could not bear the torture, stood up and patted their chests to say that these things were true.

Now, public opinion was like being poured with a bucket of gasoline, and it burned even more fiercely.

The United States' image in the international arena has plummeted. It used to pretend to be a gentleman, but now its true colors have been exposed. Countries around the world look at the United States with disgust and contempt.

When Thanos snapped his fingers, the Earth was like being hit by a sledgehammer, and instantly fell into endless chaos and endless sorrow.

In the blink of an eye, half of the population was gone. The once warm families were shattered in an instant, and relatives were separated by life and death.

Those who lost their loved ones felt so angry that their internal organs ached. However, Thanos was too powerful and they were powerless to resist. They could only swallow the pain and anger and suppress it in the deepest part of their hearts.

At this moment, Weiss's exposure of the negative information about the United States was like a bucket of boiling oil, pouring down upon the smoldering anger within the public. These negative information spread like wildfire, spreading through the internet and various communication channels, reaching every corner at lightning speed.

The fire in the hearts of the people was completely ignited in an instant, and could no longer be suppressed or tolerated.

Soon, in the streets and alleys of various cities, countless people who were extremely sad and angry pushed open their doors and hurried to the streets.

They held high in their hands placards filled with demands, their voices almost hoarse, and their slogans made the air buzz, just wanting an explanation from the White House.

The parade was so spectacular, one after another, like a long winding dragon, filling the main streets of the city. At a glance, there was no end in sight.

Everyone in the crowd had anger and disappointment in their eyes. They despised the dirty deeds done by the U.S. government from the bottom of their hearts, and at this moment, they were eager to get a fair and reasonable explanation.

But the White House was caught in a completely awkward dilemma.

They know very well that if they really come forward to give an explanation, it would be tantamount to implicitly admitting that the evil deeds in the black material were done by the US government.

This is a devastating disaster for the image that the United States has worked so hard to maintain internationally, as well as the already extremely complicated domestic political situation, and the consequences are unimaginable.

After much deliberation and repeated weighing, the White House finally chose to shut up and remain silent.

They still have a hopeful hope, thinking that these so-called "ordinary people" can do anything big except marching in the streets.

If we just give it some time, maybe this storm will slowly subside like the wind.

But those in the White House were completely wrong. They seriously underestimated the people's determination.

Far from dispersing due to the White House's silence, the protesters were only intensified. Street protests intensified day after day, and social media was flooded with condemnations of the US government, one after another, with the heat remaining high.

This wave of protests triggered by the black material is like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, weighing heavily on the US government, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"Look at this beautiful scenery."

Weiss stood on the top of the tall building, his posture upright, his head slightly lowered, his eyes sweeping over the marching crowd surging like a surging tide below, with a slight smile on his lips.

On the streets, dense crowds of people were shoulder to shoulder, holding up a variety of colorful slogans in their hands.

"Give me justice!"

"Reveal the truth!"

Words like "The Hundred Flowers Campaign" were particularly eye-catching in the sunlight. They shouted slogans loudly, passionate voices rising and falling, and angry waves piled up layer by layer, as if they were about to break through the clouds and overturn the entire city.

Weiss watched all this with great interest. His eyes showed no sympathy for the people's suffering, nor any pity. Instead, they were shining with excitement and anticipation, like a director enjoying a grand performance that he had carefully choreographed.

In the crowd, some people were shouting their accusations at the top of their lungs, some were tearfully describing the pain of losing their loved ones, and others were waving their fists to express their dissatisfaction with the government.

(End of this chapter)