“Woo woo woo woo…”

"blow……"

/MQ-9 Predator drone has put away the landing gear. When the nose indicator light flashes, a reconnaissance/attack squadron has been formed, taking off from Andrews Air Force Base and flying quickly towards the target.

...

The stars in the night, the White House, which was suspended in the sky of more than 700 meters, should have been gustless, but Banning has been standing on the lawn for a long time. Not to mention the cold wind, he didn't even feel the breeze at all. It seemed that the White House had been completely isolated from the outside world and became alone like another world.

However, Banning would rather be too cold to bear it. It is this abnormal phenomenon that makes people feel irritable and uneasy in their hearts, and they always look up at the sky from time to time.

It's been almost ten hours.

It has been almost ten hours since the incident happened.

Even if Banning doesn't have to receive the news from the ground, he can still know what kind of boiling state the whole world will be. Compared to the simple White House being hijacked by terrorists, the current strange situation is not a matter of adding fuel to the fire, it should be the magma.

"How is Mr. President?"

Banning sighed, turned his head and asked to the headset.

"The meal has been completed and we are discussing and discussing with the emergency joint meeting."

"Well, that's good."

Banning suddenly noticed something was wrong in his eyes. He raised his head suddenly and was shocked to find that the man who had been suspended in the air for nearly ten hours was actually sinking!

"All units are alert immediately, the target, the target is down."

In fact, without saying anything, there were always seven snipers pointing the scope at the target. As soon as the target moved, the muzzle moved. When he heard the shouting warning from Banning, everyone suddenly tensed up and took out the gun with nervous expression.

At only a height of tens of meters, the mysterious man quickly landed and stood firm. With such an unprepared appearance, it can be said that as long as Banning gave the order, seven snipers could send a bullet into the back of the man's head, temples, eyebrows and other fatal positions.

But Banning did not issue such an attack order.

He didn't dare to issue it either.

First of all, the biggest suspect in the current situation of the White House is this man. It is hard to predict what ordinary individual soldiers' conventional weapons can have for him.

Secondly, if the attack really produces an effect, can we still think that they can safely land on the ground at an altitude of more than 700 meters?

Anyway, those who are here will surely die and will never be spared.

"Appoint it, I want to talk to your president."

Just as Banning was about to report to the above, the mysterious man in front of him looked at him calmly and actually spoke.

At this opening, Benning looked moved, feeling that the man was talking about the Northeast state accent, neither curling his tongue nor making the long vowel into a short vowel, with a taste of New Jersey and New York state.

"Wait, you are..."

"This is a notification, and you can also treat it as an order."

The man ignored Banning's opinion and walked forward as if what happened this morning.

"Click."

Dozens of guns were pointed at the man, but they could not stop him from stepping forward.

Cold sweat kept flowing out of Benning's forehead. He knew that the surroundings were waiting for his order to shoot, but he could not shoot.

"Banning, the President's order, bring him to the conference room."

The sudden sound of the headset made Benning look tight, hesitant and hesitant, but in the end, he didn't say anything against him, "Yes."

"Your Excellency, please come with me, Mr. President is waiting for you in the conference room." Banning opened the way in front.

A man seems to have no airs, or in his eyes, this is nothing.

He walked straight and calmly behind Benning, with the guards and agents around him surrounded him, and his expression was as nervous as if he was facing a great enemy. Although he lowered the gun under the command, the gun held in his hand was always in an excited state.

Right in the conference room.

Many senior officials such as the President and Vice President, Secretary of State, Secretary of Homeland Security are already waiting in there.

No one sat on the chair. When the man stepped in, he saw everyone standing, and as soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by everyone's eyes.

In everyone's eyes, there was both anxiety, fear and tension, and a lot of curiosity and anger.

All kinds of human emotions are taken into consideration by men. This group of senior officials standing in the conference room can basically be said to be the least group of people standing at the peak of the global human politics and power pyramid. Their words and deeds and any decisions will have a great impact on the whole human society. They are the well-deserved elites of the upper class.

The pressure brought by so many elites' concentrated eyes is not something that normal people can bear, but for men who are already at the top of the earth's biological chain and are basically another kind of creature, these concentrated eyes are similar to those of ants.

He didn't even have to move his fingers.

Just a small idea, no matter how great the power, no matter how amazing the wealth is, everyone here will completely turn into meat paste that no one can tell in 0.01 seconds.

Worse than mashed potatoes.

"I know what you want to ask."

Before the US president could get up, the man's understatement had already spread throughout the conference room.

“You can call me ‘Executivesword’.”

“Executivesword?”

Everyone looked at each other. Is this a name? Where can anyone use the name "Swordholder"?

Rather than a name, it is a code name, a meaning similar to Deterrent deterrent.

President Barack pondered for a while and decided to follow the man's words and use Mr. E to call this person.

"Mr. E...what is all that happened today..."

"Your guess is correct, and the reason is indeed from me."

The man admitted it simply that he looked at everyone, and his eyes were obviously very calm, but it made everyone feel a heavy pressure and dared not look at them head-on.

"Why are you doing this?" Barack's face changed slightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of silver liquid flew out of the man's black windbreaker without warning. They looked like a mass of fog formed by countless mercury droplets, rolling and rotating, rapidly expanding into a plane, smoother than the smoothest mirror. Then the color suddenly changed, and various images appeared like a display screen.

"The US government has not yet made any statement regarding the incident that happened this morning..."

"The situation in the White House is still unclear, but large-scale marches have occurred in New York, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle and other places. It is said that many religions claiming to be the founding of the New God Church, and they believe that the White House incident was caused by God..."

Various international news was dazzled on this plane, which stunned dozens of people in the conference room.

Of course, it was not that I was surprised by these news, but that the special means used by the man who called himself "Executivesword" in front of me were all levels that cannot be reached by technology at present.

Compared to the so-called gods' views, the people present thought that the man in front of him was an extraterrestrial life form covered in human skin.

“…”

Barack looked quietly at the news of these dozens of famous media, maybe half a minute, maybe one minute. In short, when he focused his eyes on the man again, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and restored the calmness that a superpower president should have: "Mr. E, your purpose? You must have your own purpose when you do such a thing?"

When doing this, most people have their own goals.

Of course, this cannot deny the possibility that the other party is a lunatic. Fortunately, judging from the current communication, it is very unlikely that the other party is a lunatic.

The other party's speech is clear and clear, organized, and his eyes are calm and clear. He is definitely not as unstable as a madman.

When he asked this, the conference room was silent so much that the needle fell and everyone's eyes gathered on the man to see how he answered.

“It’s very simple.”

The man glanced at everyone present in a casual manner.
Chapter completed!