Chapter 211 The Devil from the Island Lands in the United States
Chapter 211 Demons from the island country land in the United States
Today, major television stations in the United States broadcast a piece of news urgently.
The strongest human being in the world will arrive in the United States today.
Although the TV station report unusually did not explain the other party's intention to come to the United States.
But both the people and officials in this country have sufficient confidence.
This is the center of the world, the frontier of the world, and the greatest guardian of the free world.
A series of names, whether self-proclaimed or not, will eventually become recognized.
Since the beginning of the last century, endless glory and wealth have descended on this country.
Since thirty years ago, this country has been the undisputed top player on the planet.
In the hearts of the people, it is the most unreasonable thing for a famous person in the world not to come to the United States.
Baitang Mirror should not be an exception.
And what will he do when he gets here?
What else can you do?
Establish a good relationship with the United States, experience the atmosphere of freedom and democracy, and benefit your country
Isn’t it all the same?
The people of the United States have seen it enough that they know it.
And in this turbulent world, the title of "the strongest in the world" is indeed very eye-catching.
Almost all young people in the world are fans of Behemoth, but they just like different characters.
But among a group that focuses on the simplest concept of "strength", Baitang Jing, who is at the top, is undoubtedly the object of attention that no one can get around.
Half an hour after the news was broadcast, the program's ratings had already exceeded those of the Super Bowl.
The mobile and web servers are always on the verge of collapse due to the surging traffic.
Walker, the current President of the United States, is sitting in front of the TV in the Office of the President of the White House with his Secretary of State Underwood.
There was a live broadcast of Bai Tangjing's plane landing.
Walker is a newly elected president, with a lean and elegant appearance. He is a political elite who closely conforms to the stereotype of the Donkey Party.
There are factors of his own conditions, but more of it is deliberate makeup and image shaping.
In today’s election campaigns, labeling has become more and more popular.
The best image is to highlight one's own characteristics and political stance in the most concise appearance.
Now, this capable and elegant political elite took off his glasses, frowned and leaned on the back of his chair, tapping his lips with the temples of his glasses.
"Frank, I'm still worried about whether his reaction will be as peaceful as we speculated."
This is the name of Secretary of State Underwood, who is Walker's most trusted aide now.
He is a middle-aged white man with a very friendly appearance.
This reception plan for Bai Tangjing was arranged by him, and he persuaded Walker to agree before putting it into practice.
"e! Mr. President!"
Underwood squirmed in his chair with a nonchalant expression, tugging on his suit to make himself more comfortable.
His words and actions fully encouraged the president's somewhat wavering heart.
"Mr. President, look at this 'strongest beast', look at him!"
The Secretary of State waved his hand and pointed at the picture on the television.
"A young boy who doesn't know much about the world, but has the power to destroy order."
That tone didn't sound like he was talking about a person who could influence the regional situation, but rather like he was talking about a steroid-addled teenage boy from the United States.
"Of course, such a person is as dangerous as a time bomb, but"
"Didn't we call the media?"
Underwood spread his hands toward Walker.
"An adolescent boy will long for fame, attention, admiration, and hot beauties pestering him. As long as he desires these, he will not be able to do drastic actions in front of the media. No matter how unhappy he is, he will have to
Press!"
"Like the people from the motherland in "The Black Robe"?"
Walker asked with the tip of his spectacles tapping his lips.
In order to build relationships with voters during the campaign, Walker also made great efforts in pop culture.
Underwood snapped his fingers and laughed.
"Yes! Just like a native of the motherland!"
"What's more, he has just attacked Japan's cabinet, and he still wants to complete the separation from us."
"Where did he get the confidence to fall out?!"
"So relax, Mr. President."
In this room, which represents the highest peak of power on the planet, two old white men are sitting in chairs becoming more and more comfortable.
They watched the live broadcast on TV with smiles in their eyes.
Confident and calm.
Underwood even poured two glasses of fragrant and rich-colored whiskey on the wine cabinet next to the room and handed them to Walker.
He stood next to the president's chair, and the two of them were holding wine glasses.
Look at the young man on TV walking down the plane with a gentle expression, shaking hands and smiling with every official who went to greet him.
The TV commentator in the program was very skillful and introduced each official's handshake simultaneously.
Two old white men raised their lips while looking at each other and toasted to each other.
They won again. The country won again.
They will always be winners.
Just like what happened in the past hundred years.
But just when the two of them were about to bring the wine glass to their lips.
The young man with a gentle smile spoke his first words since setting foot on this land.
"You don't think I'm the kind of person who cares about the media, do you?"
The last person in the welcome queue suddenly had only one arm left!
At the same time, the TV camera was covered in blood and was covered in thick blood.
The commentator on the show was first shocked and shouted "Oh! Shit!", and then, like a duck with its throat pinched, he squeaked and couldn't finish a sentence.
The wine glass in Walker's hand slipped from his hand.
The second after this scene was broadcast, the entire White House outside this room was suddenly flooded with inquiries and information and became noisy.
This is not over yet.
Right in front of the camera, Bai Tangjing shook hands with every official who picked up the plane from end to end.
But after this handshake, a hole covered with flesh and blood will be left on the ground.
Before the pothole, there was still a intact arm of each of them.
After doing all this, the crowd who joined in the fun had screamed and fled in all directions.
Bai Tangjing's long trench coat was still spotless after crushing and killing more than a dozen people. He bent down and picked up the camera on the ground.
The circuit of this machine is live, and his eyes can see the frequently transmitted electromagnetic signals.
In the president's room, the picture on the TV that was skewed because the camera fell down was restored to normal again.
A black figure wipes the blood on the glass on the camera lens.
After a while, although the lens was still slightly red, at least I could see clearly.
Bai Tangjing's handsome face reappeared in the show.
At this time, people on the Internet were in disbelief because of his on-site killings.
And when these people came to their senses, they burst into unparalleled anger.
This is the United States! It is the most powerful country on the planet! It is the place of hegemony!
In order to collapse two buildings in their home country, they can go thousands of miles away to fight a war that affects millions of people!
And what Bai Tangjing is doing now is even worse than the original terrorist act!
Bai Tangjing knows this.
But he doesn't care.
"Well, I think you should be looking at this too."
The young man took the camera and pointed it at his face.
His expression did not look like he had publicly killed more than a dozen officials in the United States.
On the contrary, it is like preparing for a picnic, a feeling of having to pack things in a hassle-free manner mixed with the feeling of relaxing on vacation.
"It only takes three, my friend."
"I ignored the fact that you arranged a flight of people around me, and I ignored the little tricks you made while I was on the video call. However, even my final request to meet with someone who could take care of the matter and discuss it in detail was ignored.
Just get over it."
"Even if you know that my father-in-law died at the hands of others, my lover almost died in Abkhazia."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I originally wanted to handle these things in a low-key manner."
The young man smacked his lips in regret in the camera.
But then, he smiled in relief.
"Maybe some idiots just can't understand people."
Following the vicious insult, Bai Tangjing's face suddenly turned cold.
"It's shameless, right?"
In the presidential room, two old white men who stood at the pinnacle of world power looked as disgusting as if they had swallowed flies.
"I'm going to go all the way to the White House and smash that house up."
The boy on the TV said decisively and raised a finger.
"Your Excellency, whether you are escaping, transferring, or sending someone to intercept you, I don't care whether you are there or not. I can even drive there to facilitate your movement. But only one thing."
Bai Tangjing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a chill was projected through the screen into the hearts of every audience member.
"I will crush everyone who stands in my way."
"I will tell you, living in today's world, what should be abandoned in the balance."
"Ka-"
The camera shattered and the TV signal was cut off.
But the chill in their hearts has lingered in the hearts of every audience member.
In the presidential room, Walker turned to look at the Secretary of State who had been encouraging him before.
Let’s not talk about whether we can stop the “strongest human being” who wants to destroy the White House.
Even if they were stopped, the face of the United States would have been completely lost!
And all of this is thanks to the Secretary of State’s plan!
But Underwood yelled long before Walker could accuse him.
"How dare he!"
Underwood pointed to the darkened TV, looking at the president with an expression filled with anger that his country had been trampled upon.
The anger of a "patriot".
His chest rose and fell a few times, and he took a deep breath to suppress his anger.
"Mr. President, we must convene members to discuss countermeasures."
Walker's accusation was interrupted by Underwood, who put his hands on his desk and looked down at the president.
There was uncompromising perseverance in his eyes.
After Walker looked directly at him for a while, he noticed the cold sweat on his head.
But he didn't say anything, he just nodded and called his staff on the phone, got up and walked to the conference room.
We are all foxes for thousands of years, no one can fool anyone.
Underwood wanted to take away the responsibility as soon as the accident happened.
At least it was temporarily overturned, and Walker cooperated.
But later - the debt of gratitude must be repaid.
The president walked out of the room and walked toward the conference room where his staff was gathered.
Underwood was left with his hands on his desk.
For example, the deal just completed with the president while looking at each other had already exhausted his energy.
But as Walker's footsteps gradually moved away, Underwood seemed to slowly relax.
He has returned to being the Secretary of State who can manipulate the international situation with a wave of his hand while holding a glass of wine.
He leisurely walked around the desk and sat on the president's chair.
It's as if the boy on TV who said he was going to destroy the White House didn't exist.
He leaned back in his chair, took out his cell phone and started editing text messages.
The photo of the person to whom the message was sent shows a man with a sinewy face but wearing elegant black-rimmed glasses.
"Underwood: I'm holding you back. I hope your plan won't disappoint everyone."
"Armstrong: Relax, man! The plan is going great and we'll see results soon."
"Underwood: I don't want the party to know that I cooperate with the Elephant Party, but! My share cannot be less!"
"Armstrong: Don't worry, Walker will die, and he will step down if he survives. And my friends will abide by the agreement, and you will pass the emergency bill and become the new president."
"Armstrong: But please also note that we cannot tolerate the existence of a wartime president with unlimited terms."
"Underwood: I promise not to enact wartime clauses."
"Armstrong: So, the Donkey Party and the Elephant Party have joined forces again after decades, and they are happy to cooperate."
"Underwood: Nice to work with."
Mr. Secretary of State put away his cell phone, got up comfortably from the president's office chair, and walked outside.
Walking to the door, he rubbed his cheeks and adjusted his expression to the track of "pretending to be calm".
Then he opened the door and walked into the crowd that was confused and busy because of Bai Tangjing's declaration.
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Bai Tangjing is walking out of the airport.
Because he already knows his goal, the only thing missing is "finding the other party", so he is not in a hurry now.
We don’t even want to rush into the hypersonic realm now.
As he said himself.
He felt that he had given the United States great patience and respect.
Taking a civil airliner to enter the country, they will not be held accountable for hijacking their video and call signals.
But even so, it seems that everyone in the United States has no intention of cooperating with him.
After weighing the situation, they finally chose to defend Armstrong.
This choice made Bai Tangjing feel a sense of absurdity in his heart.
——Do they know who they are dealing with?
Perhaps, it is to give those guys who can "amuse" themselves some time to gather together.
Perhaps, it is simply to crush the spirit of the United States.
Anyway, Baitang Jing does not plan to fly or enter hypersonic speeds.
Instead, it was like a sightseeing trip, heading towards Washington at a "tourist" speed.
He can give the United States time to mobilize its forces, and it doesn't matter if the president escapes from the White House.
He just planned to crush that house that represented the pinnacle of power.
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