Half an hour after Muto's death, there was finally a sound other than wind and sand in this dark land.

The "rumbling" sound is full of the rhythm of mechanical movement.

When the visibility was less than fifty meters, Walker pointed a gun at the pilot's head and asked him to bring him here.

A normal person, even if he is lucky enough to survive the huge waves of the river, the roar of extremely penetrating sound waves, the attacks and air currents splashed down from the sky, and the derivative disasters caused by large-scale power outages.

Wait for the aftermath that can wash away the fragile life forms in the entire city more than once.

The battle that lasted for about twenty minutes just now was enough to make him huddle in the small shelter and tremble like a frightened quail.

As the president's personal pilot, he is such a person.

When Walker found him and asked for a mission, he almost cursed his immediate boss, the most powerful person in the free world.

This shouldn't be a big deal. There are so many presidents who have been scolded.

But when Walker, who was originally kind-hearted, without a trace of hesitation, hit the butt of the gun on his head, put the muzzle of the gun against his head and turned on the safety.

After decades of smooth sailing in his pilot life, he suddenly realized a truth——

This is a cruel world.

Who told you that as a small "normal person", you can get the treatment that normal people deserve?

With a "rumbling" mechanical roar, the helicopter's wings stirred the turbid air and landed.

Before he could stop, Walker took three steps and two steps at a time and ran down.

As for whether you are worried about the pilot who refused to come over until a gun was put to his head?

If he really had any sense at all, he would understand.

His helicopter is no different than a piece of paper in front of a giant beast that can kill Titans.

Angsa's political elites in suits and ties walked stumblingly on this unprecedented battlefield.

He even accidentally fell over and the fine dust stuck to his body, immediately highlighting his urgency and embarrassment.

I don’t know how an athlete who has been in fitness all year round can wrestle and roll on such a soft ground.

But that doesn't matter.

When Walker finally approached the smoke and dust, Muto's body, with its metallic luster exoskeleton, was as invisible as a wall in front of an ordinary person.

The body parts located higher up disappear into the smoke and dust as the line of sight rises, leaving only a deep silhouette.

This made Walker feel like tiny algae floating around the blue whale in the deep ocean.

Even though the huge creature is quiet and stable, its "hugeness" alone is enough to shock people!

Even though this great life has passed away for more than half an hour.

But just the reverberation of that vitality was enough to make him, a man who used his will to suppress the entire Congress of the United States a few hours ago, feel unable to breathe!

"Don't look too fascinated, Walker."

A steady and calm voice came. Although the voice had a slightly more beast-like "snoring" than before, Walker was surprised to identify the owner of the voice immediately.

In fact, there is no need to distinguish at all. At this moment, there is only one person who can appear here.

"Its vitality is simply 'huge' and has not been alienated to the extent that it can directly affect matter like thought energy. Your respiratory system was just 'scared'."

A ferocious figure appeared not far behind Walker.

Mr. President suddenly turned his head, and the first thing that caught his eye was a large body that seemed to be covered with obsidian-like scales.

Then there are sharp claws on the limbs, and on the left forehead there seems to be a sky-piercing horn growing out of the war marks.

The pupils under the glasses shrank slightly.

Beast-like characteristics? Isn’t this the power of a giant beast with less than 100,000 horses?

Is there something wrong with his behemoth power? Or is it?

Has he been injured to such an extent that he has even suffered a regression in strength?

His deep thoughts turned over and over again, and the strength of the strongest human being in the world was reduced to a hundred thousand horses. Even now he can mobilize his strength to take it down!

And the operations and benefits after winning it are simply huge!

But Walker is not a gambling politician.

He will be like a dirty hyena, biting and refusing to let go, even if the place where his mouth is is the anus, it doesn't matter at all.

But showing his fangs to Bai Tang Jing?

He really didn't dare.

Killing a Titan head-on with a human being is a miracle that has never happened on this planet since the birth of those supernatural creatures!

Titans should only die at the hands of Titans!

And for a man who can even do this kind of thing, it would be unavoidable to try to use popular standards of strength to try to figure him out.

A bit ridiculously funny.

And almost at the same time that Walker's mind had just settled down, the pair of beast eyes looking down at him not far away looked him up and down in a rather interesting way.

"I really underestimate you, Mr. President."

"Tata-"

The feet stepped on the ground, and the body, filled with the pressure of a natural disaster, approached Walker very casually.

Even though he was majestic, he still lowered his handsome head and face, looking directly at the humble politician in a playful manner.

"I thought you would get some news, so I came over with a large number of people to suppress me, a mere 'human beast'!"

"No no no! Impossible!"

Walker seemed to be stimulated by this accusation, and shouted seriously and sincerely.

"Absolutely impossible! You are the hero of all mankind! You are here to fight against Muto for the lives of millions of people in Washington! There is no doubt! No one can criticize!"

"If anyone dares to have any evil intentions or thoughts against you, then the government of the United States is his biggest enemy! I, Garrett Walker, swear in the name of the President!"

"But... soon there will be no political entity like the 'United States'."

The sharp finger was pointed at him by Bai Tangjing.

"You don't think I'm going to take that back, do you?"

"Of course not! This is a disaster caused by Armstrong, and the United States cannot escape the blame. There is no intention of getting away with it in the face of punishment!"

In their righteous and stern words, it seems that the people in power in this country all have justice in their hearts and cannot hold a grain of sand in their eyes.

Even when faced with the evil born from his own body, he can still strike without a frown.

The most important thing is "Justice is Lingran".

This made Bai Tangjing not want to break up this interesting comedy at all.

"Then let's go." The boy straightened up and said easily.

In the tall shadow, the cold light from the teeth is particularly conspicuous.

"Let's sort this out today."

"Wait!" After Walker heard this, he immediately suppressed his heart palpitations and took two steps forward, with a look of shock on his face.

"What do you mean by 'this trouble'?"

"The United States will secede today."

Bai Tangjing's tone seemed to be telling a truth that had been recognized.

"This, so fast? However, if we want to clarify the boundaries of the division and reach an agreement on the first version, it will take at least half a year of negotiation!"

"The size of the United States is too huge. Even if you just ignore it and stupidly cut it all, you still need at least one person to divide all the matters."

"A what?"

What interrupted Walker's words was that Bai Tangjing suddenly stopped and turned to his face again.

How does it feel when a ball of lightning with hundreds of millions of volts, representing the greatest destructive power in nature, hits you in front of your face?

Walker is so clear now!

The profound power, the limitless spirit, and the terrifying soul behind these two curtains that has begun to laugh and lick its teeth!

That ball of "lightning" is not something he can refuse!

"Look, you actually understand, Walker."

The sharp palm gently patted the stunned Walker, and the young man's tone was friendly and casual.

It's like patting the dust on your shoulders specifically for a friend, nonchalantly.

"I set foot on this land and fought, and kept fighting."

"Fight against trash, fight against a strong man with 300,000 horses, and fight against a fucking adult Titan."

"Then, I am also going to let you, a despicable, insignificant, disgusting, ordinary politician except for that bit of mortal blood, become the real head of power in half of the United States."
To be continued...