The next day, the media reported a bloody battle between ghost armor and Western New York.

This incident was a big deal.

More than thousands of people witnessed it at the scene, and involved dozens of military, police and civilians. They passed ten miles and destroyed 17 vehicles, causing direct economic losses of nearly 500,000.

In addition, more than tens of thousands of people saw or heard the sirens passing by that night, and this situation was absolutely impossible to suppress. So not only the media rushed to report it, but even the Exploration Aerospace Company could not stand it. They were afraid of being thrown out as scapegoats and being asked to bear the responsibility of the out-of-control robots to kill the people. So when the accident occurred, the company became the party that was most willing to cooperate with reporters. Not only did it disclose the situation to the outside world in its original form, but also paid a large amount of funds to all parties in public relations.

With their help, the media obtained first-hand information, making Captain Batch Curtis' incident public. Who was he, what honors he had, and how did he turn from a pilot to a ghost trapped in armor, defeating death and running ten miles to find his home just to see his wife and daughter again - although the story is absurd and bizarre, the people love to watch this - this modern story of human-ghost love is concentrated in action elements, hot scenes, supernatural events and government conspiracy theories, which are no worse than Kennedy's death, and can be directly moved to the Hollywood screen without any crafting.

The subsequent impact was more than that. Media reporters led by the famous tabloid "Horse Daily" interviewed all parties, especially the close-up of the vassal in Captain Curtis's house crying with his beloved daughter. The distraught photo touched many people, and a large number of enthusiastic people extended a helping hand to them and did their part to the mother and daughter in their own ways.

"This incident should be thoroughly investigated," said Colt, president of the Pilot's House Foundation. "The military always tells the families of the dead soldiers that are 'I'm sorry, your son or husband died in a conflict not long ago', and then there are all kinds of reasons, and never reveal the true details to us. It's simply a waste of life."

Others recalled other things, the same air force, and the same cold-blooded and ruthless. The wreckage of the dead soldiers was cremated in the air base morgue for many years and threw them into the landfill, which took five years to start spilling into the sea. According to Air Force officials who did not want to be named, this practice has never been disclosed to the family for several years. The matter was once terrified and it was not settled a long time later. Now it has been recalled by similar incidents. The remaining families in question expressed their anger at the same time as Mrs. Curtis.

"The only thing that calmed me was that my husband was properly buried, he received dignity, love and honor. This completely shattered my original idea. It turned out that he was just thrown into the garbage dump. Not long after this incident, Captain Curtis has happened again. I asked for a new review of past events." A survivor said to the reporter indignantly.

Apart from the kindness of these folks, the MP who had not had time to find out the truth could not help but shed tears for Captain Curtis.

“It is not my personal mission to take the sacrifice of the country seriously, nor the mission of the military or a company. It is our common mission as a country,” said Bill Stone, a Senate figure. “We have a responsibility to treat them well and hold them accountable for the reasons.”

But what exactly is it that it is impossible for a pair of armor to run ten miles without anyone's control to meet the driver's family during his lifetime? It is impossible for Mr. Curtis' ghost to make trouble, right?

J. Jonah Jameson, the owner of the Horn Daily, swears that he has found the truth:

"The truth is that the military is using living people to conduct experiments. They have obtained the voodoo technology and put a wronged soul into the robot to test whether the new unmanned machine can be put into use! This can save a lot of military spending for the military and allow them to send our children further. Maybe one day you look up and find that they have sent the advance base to Mars!"

***

"What a lie!"

In a military science and technology institute in Arlington County, a veteran general with silver hair and straight waist could no longer bear the sensational rumors of the unscrupulous media and turned off the TV in anger.

"If one day an alien arrives and I have to catch a person on Earth to leave, I will pick up the net without hesitation and go straight to J. Jonah Jameson's house." The old general was furious and kicked the trash can next to him, and the discarded documents immediately spread all over the floor.

Although the outside world has hyped up the drama of unfinished human-ghost relationship, professionals are dismissive, and they firmly believe that there must be ghosts in this matter... Uh, there is a problem.

Now this institute is studying the protagonists of the news. When the armor tied his hands, they packed it up and then threw it on the operating table and removed it from eight pieces. Now it has turned into a pile of parts, scattered under people's eyes and still moving. The so-called soul may have never existed.

"Has the test report been released?" When the old general was still angry, he saw a technical officer of the same age walking in under the anti-static electricity, and immediately asked people.

"Their report found nothing - there is no remote control signal reception device, there is no possibility of manual operation. There is only fingerprints of ground engineers and mechanics inside the body, and they have been ruled out. In addition, there is no thermal energy reaction in infrared detection. The only discovery is that there is a magnetization on the surface of the body, but this magnetization cannot be determined whether it was caused by the factory. In other words, they know nothing." The officer who came in unbuttoned the protective suit, threw away the gloves, and threw a newly released report on the table next to the old general.

"Very good. Our engineers once again made me face my superiors. If this continues, I might be guilty of resigning. What the Russians and Arabs have not done in the past decade and our experts have done it. I want to thank them for keeping me so embarrassed." The old general complained. He was a ginger-headed temper. Although he was not young, he was old and even more stingy.

The officer shook his head and tried to persuade him to calm down.

"Don't be impatient. We are not without reasons to explain."

"What do you say?" Finally, when the old general heard the good news, he lit up his eyes and asked with great interest.

"What can you think of the word magnetization?" the officer asked mysteriously.

"Magnetization...magnetic field...who are you talking about?" The old general pondered for a moment and found the hidden meaning in his colleague's words. He thought about it for a while, picked up the phone and answered the intelligence department for inquiries. He did not find it satisfactorily. Then he dialed another number and stood by the phone and waited.

"How is it?" asked the officer, who waved his hand and ignored him, listening carefully to the reply on the other side of the phone.

Soon the call was finished. The old general put down the microphone and looked expressionless, but his colleagues could see a dark frustration between his eyes and eyebrows.

"One stays in a office in Manhattan twenty miles away to enjoy life, and the other is reading newspapers in a prison under the Pentagon to pass the time - if this can be done, they might as well go straight to the White House - we can't get everything on them." The old general said listlessly half-sitting on the table. "In my opinion, even if they really do it, if they can't come up with solid evidence, Congress will not intend to overturn it for this. Taiwan's resolution is even less likely to accept political risks, and it will make voters feel that he changes his orders."

This is the truth, but that means that the person in charge of the laboratory will bear the unfavorable responsibility for this.

The old general grabbed his hair and was very distressed. He even sighed, which was not like his usual personality.

"Now is no longer as in the past. We can no longer regard mutants as trash cans that cannot speak and can never fill them up, and pour everything that is difficult to explain. Now they are standing under the sun, with countless eyes staring at them. If one cannot handle it well, it will become a disaster for us."

The officer looked at his colleague's disappointment and raised another view.

"Then there is another way, maybe it can get us through it."

"Oh?" The old general ignited a glimmer of hope and stared at his colleagues.

"The armor came from the Exploration Space Company, you know, some time ago, in order to take care of their business, Sroka's procurement committee even turned down Osborne, and then these things happened." The colleague said slowly.

"It's really ugly to eat." The old general commented disdainfully.

"But this is not to benefit, but to have other intentions. Those people want to attract shareholders behind the space company and use this to attack two companies at once." The colleague slowly told the truth. As both in the system, the veteran general also heard about these things, but they were not so clear. He did not ask which other company was, which was not a secret to him, but was paced in the office and thought carefully.

"It makes sense to say this. While tempting and coercion, exploring space exploration, those people were eaten by them. Maybe they were really messed up. Only they had such a great power to hide it from everyone. This is a statement, so let's give the upper a headache. The Ministry of National Defense must have their people, let them find a way to explain it themselves." The old general finally made a decision. He clapped his hands and laughed, but after a while, another anger surged into his heart, and he turned to curse loudly.

"Those people, those people! People have always said this to me for more than ten years, but we never know who they are and who they are. We only know that there are fingerprints everywhere, but we never catch this hand that stretches out." The old general slapped the table and was angry. "What's wrong with this country? Why is things so complicated?"

This time my colleague did not answer his words, but opened a drawer and took out a bottle of brandy to pour a cup for himself. While savoring it carefully, he said lightly:

"I call this complexity maturity, and two hundred years after this country was born, it finally matured."

Regardless of the mood of the person in charge, the institute finally reported this, and they were not disappointed because the situation was developing as expected.

After a mess, the Minister of Defense gave the following reply to the public:
Chapter completed!