Hardcore crisis

"Woooooooo..."

"blow……"

The RQ/MQ-9 Predator UAV retracted its landing gear, and while the nose indicator light flashed, a reconnaissance/attack squadron was formed, taking off from Andrews Air Force Base and flying quickly towards the target.

…

Under the stars at night, the White House, suspended more than 700 meters in the air, should have been gusting with cold wind, which would have been unbearable. But Banning had been standing on the lawn for a long time. Not to mention the biting cold wind, not even a slight breeze. I didn't even feel that the White House was completely isolated from the outside world at this moment, and it was as if it was alone in another world.

However, Banning would rather be unbearably cold. It is this abnormal phenomenon that makes people feel irritated and restless deep in their hearts. He always looks up to the sky from time to time.

It's been almost ten hours.

It has been almost ten hours since the incident occurred.

Even if Banning doesn't need to receive news from the ground, he can still know what kind of boiling state the whole world will be in. Compared with the simple White House being hijacked by terrorists, the current weird situation is nothing compared to What is adding fuel to the fire should be pouring magma.

"How is Mr. President doing?"

Banning sighed, turned his head and asked the headset.

"We have finished our meal and are discussing with the emergency joint meeting."

"Ah That's good."

Banning's eyes suddenly noticed something was wrong. 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 on alert immediately, targets, targets are down."

In fact, he didn't need to say much. There were always seven snipers aiming their sights at the target. As soon as the target moved, the muzzles of the guns also moved. When they heard the warning from Banning, everyone suddenly shook their bodies. He tensed up and took out the gun with a nervous look on his face.

At a height of only a few dozen meters, the mysterious man quickly landed and stood firm. With such a defenseless appearance, it can be said that as long as Banning gives the order, seven snipers can put a bullet into this man's body. There are many fatal places such as the back of the head, temples, and between the eyebrows.

But Banning did not give an order for such an attack.

He didn't dare to issue it.

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

Secondly, if the attack really had an effect, could we still think that they, who were more than 700 meters in the air, could safely land on the ground?

Anyway, everyone here will definitely die, and there will be no escape.

"Let's make arrangements. I want to have a chat with your president."

Just when Banning was about to report it to his superiors, the mysterious man in front of him looked at him indifferently and actually spoke.

Banning's expression changed as he spoke. He felt that this man spoke with a Northeastern accent. He neither rolled his tongue nor pronounced the long vowels into short vowels, giving him a hint of New Jersey or New York.

"Wait, are you..."

"This is a notice, you can also take it as an order."

The man ignored Banning's opinion and walked forward, just like what happened this morning.

"Click."

Dozens of guns were pointed at the man, but they could not stop the man's every step forward.

Cold sweat kept flowing from Banning's forehead. He knew that everyone around him was waiting for his order to fire, but he must not fire.

"Banning, the president has ordered us to bring him to the conference room."

The sudden sound from the headset made Banning tense up, a little hesitant and hesitant, but in the end, he didn't say anything against it, "Yes."

"Your Excellency, please follow me. Mr. President is waiting for you in the conference room." Banning led the way.

The man seemed to have no airs, or in his eyes, it was nothing at all.

He walked straight and calmly behind Banning, surrounded by guards and agents. He looked extremely nervous as if facing a formidable enemy. Although he lowered the muzzle of the gun under the order, the gun in his hand was still Always in a state of excitement.

Right in the conference room.

The president and vice president, the secretary of state, the secretary of homeland security and many other senior officials were already waiting inside.

No one was sitting on the chairs. When the man walked in, he saw everyone standing. As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by everyone's eyes.

In everyone's eyes, there was uneasiness, fear and nervousness, as well as a lot of curiosity and anger.

All kinds of human emotions are seen by men one by one. This group of high-ranking officials standing in the conference room can basically be said to be the least group of people standing at the top of the global human politics and power pyramid. Their words and deeds are different from any other. Decisions will have a great impact on all human society, and they are the few elites who deserve to be the top class.

The pressure brought by the concentrated gazes of so many elites is simply not something that normal people can bear. But for a man who is already at the top of the earth's biological chain and is basically another kind of creature, these concentrated gazes are no different than ants.

He didn't even have to lift a finger.

With just a small thought, no matter how great the power or wealth, everyone here will be completely reduced to a pulp that no one can tell in 0.01 seconds.

Worse than mashed potatoes.

"I know what you want to ask."

Before the President of the United States could speak, 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 does anyone use the name "Sword Bearer"?

It's not so much a name as it is a codename, a meaning similar to Deterrent.

President Barack pondered for a moment and decided to follow the man's words and refer to him as Mr. "E".

"Mr. E...please tell me everything that happened today..."

"Your guess is correct. The reason does come from me."

The man admitted it simply. He looked at everyone, his eyes were obviously very calm, but it made everyone feel a heavy pressure, and they didn't dare to look at him face to face.

"Why did you do this?" Barack's expression changed slightly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of silver liquid flew out from the man's black windbreaker without any warning. They looked like a mist composed of countless mercury droplets, rolling and rotating quickly expanding into a flat surface. It was smoother than the smoothest mirror, and then the color suddenly changed, and various images appeared like a display screen.

"Regarding the incident that occurred this morning, the U.S. government has not yet made any statement..."

"The situation inside the White House is still unclear, but large-scale demonstrations and gatherings have taken place in New York, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle and other places. It is reported that multiple self-proclaimed New Theistic religions have been established. They believe that the incident in the White House was caused by God. for……"

All kinds of international news were dazzlingly displayed on this plane, leaving dozens of people in the conference room stunned.

Of course, I am not shocked by these news, but the special methods used by the man who calls himself "Executivesword" are at a level that cannot be reached by current technology.

Compared with the so-called gods' opinions, the people present believed that the man in front of them was an extraterrestrial life form wearing human skin.

"..."

Barack watched the news from dozens of famous media quietly, maybe for half a minute, maybe for a minute. In short, when he focused his eyes on the man again, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and recovered. The calmness that a president of a superpower should have: "Mr. E, what is your purpose? You must have your own purpose in doing such a thing, right?"

Most people have their own purposes when doing such a thing.

Of course, this cannot deny the possibility that the other party is a lunatic. However, fortunately, judging from the current exchanges, the possibility that Barack thinks the other party is a lunatic is very small.

The other party's speech was clear and coherent, his eyes were calm and clear, and he was definitely not mentally unstable like a madman.

When this question was asked, the conference room was so silent that a pin dropped, and everyone's eyes focused on the man to see how he would answer.

"It's simple."

The man glanced flatly at everyone present.

"Within one year, all the 'big powers' in the world will unite to form a political, economic and military coalition, eliminate all stockpiles of nuclear weapons, take back all military bases stationed abroad, and reduce most military expenditures..."

(To be continued ~^~)