*New York, United States*
The news of the brutal death of the Fredlin family, murdered by Indigo, had spread far beyond Korea. It echoed all the way across the ocean, reaching the heart of the United States.
Inside the towering building of the American Hero Association Headquarters, the atmosphere was tense and heavy. A massive round table stood at the center of the meeting room, surrounded by the highest-ranking heroes and officials in the country.
—BANG!
The sound of a fist slamming against the table thundered through the room.
The one who had struck it was the Director himself.
He abruptly stood up from his chair, his face flushed with anger as he shouted,
"How could something like this even happen!?"
To his side stood a calm-looking man with a long-range rifle slung across his back. This was LongShot, an American S-Rank Hero.
"Calm down, Director," LongShot said casually. "This isn't a matter worth getting worked up over."
The Director snapped his head toward him.
