"Hey, Miss, this is a military order, don't you understand?" At this point, the black soldier had already raised his gun.
The beautiful reporter's momentum was suffocated, and she was about to say a few harsh words and leave, but at this moment, countless lightning flashes were reflected in her eyes, and she screamed in panic on the spot: "Oh, God!"
The black soldier joked: "You can't even call me God..."
"Zi Zi"
Before he finished speaking, two bolts of lightning struck down, hitting the black soldier and his companion in the forehead. The two were immediately shocked with sparks flying all over their bodies, and fell limply to the ground, twitching continuously...
The beautiful reporter felt bad when she saw this scene: "This, this, this...oh my god!"
Male reporters from several other media outlets also looked horrified. One of them said: "Here, these two soldiers are dead, are they dead?"
Only then did the beautiful reporter come back to her senses, glared at the man, and yelled: "Don't care if he's dead or not, call an ambulance!" As she said that, she winked at her photographer and stepped across the door.
Two black soldiers trotted toward the White House.
The male reporter who was about to call an ambulance saw this scene and shouted from behind: "Hey, the lightning just now must be a super power. Do you want your life?"
Unexpectedly, the beautiful reporter didn't look back, but just waved her hand back, saying it was okay. Unfortunately, what she didn't know was that the male reporter had a right premonition. In fact, not only the two soldiers at this intersection were struck by lightning,
All National Guard soldiers within a few kilometers of the vicinity were killed by Fearon.
It has to be said that the light consciousness, which is more powerful than the Heart Network, is not ambiguous at all in searching people, and the hit rate is very good. Even the signal shielding station near the White House and the temporary mobile shielding truck have been hit.
Disaster of electricity.
As for those reporters, Phelan deliberately let them go in order to let them live broadcast the dilapidated scene of the White House. As long as he didn't plan to show his face, he would never be photographed by the media cameras.
More importantly, Phelan "heard" Bush's phone call informing the Department of Defense to send military planes to bomb the White House. Naturally, he wanted more people to appreciate the beauty of "bombing the White House". As for those who had the audacity to risk their lives for the sake of news
Reporters can be dispensed with, but under the bombing, what does it matter whether they live or die?
"Ta-ta-ta..."
Fearon walked alone in the empty White House. Any camera in the corridor would add a flash of lightning. As for the surveillance cameras in each small room, as long as others didn't intend to enter, they would ignore them. He would just pull them off all the way to the archives room.
Alloy security door. Throw a gray black fire into it. The conscious command given to the gray fire is to burn all the files inside, and then ignore it.
Afterwards, Phelan went to the President's Office, the Assistant's Office... a series of places. Whenever there were rooms with documents and computers, he would throw ashes of fire into them and burn all the information inside.
In the meantime, I met a guy pretending to be dead on the corridor and killed him casually.
"Hmm... It's almost time, right? The fighter jet formation should be here too." After muttering, Ferran's light consciousness dispersed and he easily found the mixed flight formation flying rapidly towards the White House.
The next moment, he had completely disappeared from the White House and was standing on the back of one of the wingmen, unable to be shaken even by the strong airflow.
Underground nuclear defense facility.
"Mr. President, the mixed flight formation is expected to fly over the White House in one minute. Are we really going to carry out an attack?" the security chief of the special service team asked impatiently.
You know, once something as ridiculous as ordering the bombing of his own White House occurs, no matter what the reason is, George W. Bush's political future will not be better. If the security chief hadn't gotten along quite harmoniously with the Bush family, he would never say anything at this moment.
Such words.
Upon hearing this, Bush glared at the security chief and sighed, "Let's get over this hurdle first before we talk!" As soon as he finished speaking, the confidential phone rang, and the security chief took the initiative to step back a few meters.
Good luck. Bush grabbed the microphone and said, "Hello!"
"Mr. President, I, Field, will fly to the best attack position in thirty seconds. I want to confirm again whether we really need to attack!"
He turned his head and glanced at the data room that was burning silently on the big screen. Bush gritted his back molars and squeezed out one word: "...Yes!" Although most of the White House's information is backed up in the National Data Center
, but there are also a very few who are the only ones, and are now being charged
If Phelan is destroyed, George W. Bush, as the current president, will be criticized by the opposition party just for this responsibility. He cannot help but hate it. Moreover, if Phelan can be killed by bombing, not only will it be regarded as a serious problem, but also the suggestion of the chief staff
It's really possible.
Field received Bush's approval and immediately conveyed the order to the lead aircraft of the mixed formation through an encrypted channel.
The pilot in charge of the plane was actually quite uneasy after receiving the order. After all, bombing the White House was very exciting, right? However, he did not dare not to carry out the order given by the Secretary of Defense, so he had to bite the bullet and communicate with the formation.
The channel shouted: "Ten seconds to reach the best attack position, attack target, the White House!"
"Hiss..."
There was a gasp in the communicator, but all the fighters and bombers in the formation began to shift into a preparatory attack posture. The missiles and bombs of each aircraft had entered the accurate launch position and could be ignited and flew out at any time.
"Sir, this order..."
Before the other pilots could ask their questions, the commander of the lead plane interrupted the other pilot abruptly: "Five seconds countdown to attack...four, three, two..."
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"...
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"...
Pairs of heavy bombs fell out of the belly of the plane, and dozens of ground-attack missiles left the wings. There was only one target, and that was the White House, which was still burning in electrical fires in several places below.
Fearon, who was standing on the wingman, couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this scene: "The blow is quite powerful!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"...
Inside the nuclear defense facility, Bush watched the White House being shattered and collapsed by countless explosions on the big screen. He couldn't help but shed tears: "Open your eyes wide and see if you can find Allen, that bastard!"
Hearing this, the security chief shook his head and said: "With such a heavy bombing intensity, I guess that guy has been torn to pieces." In fact, someone was really torn to pieces, but it wasn't Fallon, but the beautiful reporter and her photographer who sneaked in. Well,
These two people were not caught in the first explosion, so the tragic scene of the White House being bombed was transmitted in real time, causing thousands of households in the United States to exclaim, another ninety-one thing, and it was made by the Department of Defense.
"That's necessary, otherwise Allen Fei would really be a superman!" Another member of the special service team echoed, but as soon as he finished speaking, one of the fighter planes passing by the big screen exploded and turned into the night sky.
A beautiful firework.
"What's going on?" Bush was suddenly startled.
"No, I don't know!"
"Look, there seems to be a person on the wings of that fighter plane..."
"How is that possible!?"
"Really, there is someone, no, it can't be Allen Fei, right?!"
Bush could not help but stare at the big screen with his eyes wide open as he listened to the chatter among the people below.
Then technicians quickly called up spy satellite footage over the Washington DC area and captured several real-time shots from excellent angles.
Although the satellite picture sent back was not only black and white but also only had the back and side, Bush could tell at a glance that the person on the picture was Feren: "It is indeed him, Allen. Fernando, Three Lotus Roots and Bibi Pond!"
As soon as the curses ended, "bang", another bomber disintegrated in the explosion on the big screen.
Then another fighter plane had a section of its right wing broken off, and then it began to fly towards the ground.
"Zhe Te! What's going on with that incision? It's as neat as a cut!"
"It shouldn't be the problem with the fighter plane itself, but with that person's superpower..."
Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, another bomber suddenly broke into two parts on the big screen and fell towards the ground.
"Bastard, this bastard!" Bush gritted his teeth and glared at the human-shaped black dot on the big screen that kept jumping back and forth between the planes, almost exploding with anger.
In less than a minute, nearly twenty aircraft of the entire mixed formation disintegrated in the air, while the humanoid black dot (Faerun) on the big screen disappeared from the back of the aircraft when the last fighter plane fled and disintegrated.
"Huh?! Where's Allen?"
Not long after, the smoke cleared from the ruins of the White House, and Phelan's figure reappeared on the big screen. He even smiled disdainfully at Bush and other loyal audiences, and then he started speaking English word for word.
Talk to yourself.
"...The White House has been destroyed, and it will definitely have to be rebuilt in the future, but clearing it will be troublesome, so I will reluctantly make some contribution!" Although the big screen in the nuclear defense facility has no sound, Fearon spoke slowly, which did not hinder Bush.
The chief staff member next to him reads lips.
"What do you mean? Did he find the camera?" Bush asked his chief staff.
"I don't understand what he means either." The chief staff member answered while shaking his head, "But he should have discovered the camera long ago, otherwise we should have been able to see Allen Fee walking through the White House corridor!"
"But now this lens is installed outside the White House!" A technician said puzzledly.
The chief staff member curled his lips and said: "Don't analyze the magic of ability users from an ordinary person's perspective..." At this moment, Faerun on the big screen moved.
On the ruins of the White House, Phelan, who had already used at least 50% of the black hole energy while speaking, finally used the Space Wind Blade, his trick against the Mariana Islands and Hawaiian Islands.
"Buzz..."
The huge invisible space wind blade passed through the ruins without any hindrance. The underground nuclear defense facility trembled for a moment and then returned to calm. However, Feilun, who had his back to the big screen, was dumbfounded. His original intention was to destroy those in the White House.
The remaining ruins were beaten into powder, and the result...
(To be continued.)
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