In the few short weeks since Norman took office, a large number of high-ranking officials were sent to prison.
Upon seeing the evidence of their crimes, the citizens of the United States applauded, and Norman seemed to have truly fulfilled his promise:
To place power into the hands of the United States citizens.
The public trials of high-ranking CIA officials even left foreign powers baffled.
Among them, political families like the Rollins Family would likely be spending the next Christmas together in prison.
William Rollins encountered an old acquaintance in the detention cell: Frank Castle.
"Orange Agent, long time no see. Didn't expect this, did you?"
"So this is what you wanted? To send everyone to prison? Castle, you really are a bastard."
William's face was twisted in a snarl; having lost his power, he was as agitated and restless as if he were suffering from withdrawal symptoms.
Frank didn't indulge him and knocked him to the ground with a punch.
"Yes, this is what I wanted. Take away everything you obtained through dirty means, and what do you have left?"
Grabbing William by the collar, Frank wished he could blind the other eye of this guy as well.
"Haha, then tell me, why don't you have to go to prison? Do you think you're clean?"
William spat a mouthful of blood onto Frank's face.
Just then, Harry pushed the door open and entered.
"Because Frank Castle has already been thrown into prison. The one here now is a different Frank Castle."
Harry glanced at the bald man and handed a file to Frank.
"The identity of Frank Castle has already become history. The new identities for your family and your good brother have been processed, though your brother named Billy Russo is a bit tricky—he owns a military contracting company."
Hearing this, William Rollins laughed out loud: "Billy Russo? You really are an idiot, Castle. He has been on my side from the very beginning!"
"Who do you think gave him the first sum of money when he returned to the country? You idiot!"
Upon hearing this, Frank punched Rollins, knocking him flat on the ground, then looked up at Harry.
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Harry said, "As for that, I suggest you investigate it yourself. After all, this is your personal business."
He had no interest in managing the personal affairs between the two brothers. Even if Russo became the villain Jigsaw, he would just be a mental patient who couldn't stir up any trouble.
Inside the White House, Norman was at his desk processing documents.
Footsteps came from outside the door, and CIA Director Marion and NSA Director Raffi arrived at his desk, led by office staff.
Norman looked up: "Ms. Marion, Mr. Raffi, I'm very glad you could come here today. Please, sit. I have one more document to sign, just a moment."
The two exchanged a glance and sat down in the chairs that had been prepared for them.
"How has your work been lately? I know you've encountered many difficulties recently, such as the exposure of the NSA's Prism Program and CIA Agents using illegal means to work abroad."
Norman flipped through the documents, shaking his head as he spoke.
Raffi and Marion probably also knew what this President wanted to talk about.
Thud. Norman finished signing the document and set it aside.
"I want to ask, for all these years, what exactly have we been doing? Monitoring citizens and allies, even producing addictive drugs domestically, putting them inside the stomachs of dead soldiers to sell abroad, and then conducting secret operations?"
"Regarding Aliens, are you completely unaware? Even without mentioning Aliens, what about the matters with AIM, or Roxxon? Have you had no sense of vigilance?"
Norman's words left the two bigwigs unable to lift their heads.
There was no helping it; the NSA was subordinate to the Department of Defense, and the Department of Defense belonged to the executive branch, which was managed by Norman.
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