Medical Sovereign

"You fell into the bloody maze and came out so quickly. You are quite capable."

What appeared in Jason's field of vision was a young man with brown curly hair, a pale face, and a well-tailored tuxedo. He looked gentle and elegant, with a decent demeanor. If it weren't for the blood-colored pupils that were so eerie, he would have looked like an elegant aristocrat. .

"Deputy Director of Special Warfare Jason, I've met... I've met your Excellency."

Jason was so excited that he didn't even care about looking around or what he was talking about about the bloody maze. He quickly got up and bowed to greet him tremblingly.

“Where are the Nicholas people?”

The young man frowned, a look of displeasure on his face.

"Sir, something happened to Sir Nicholas and he couldn't come in person, so I came to ask you to take action."

There were heavy drops of sweat on Jason's forehead. He didn't dare to look into his eyes. He lowered his head respectfully and roughly told what happened.

I just don't know why, but he couldn't tell me what happened when he fell into the blood lake. It seemed that there was a strange force controlling his thoughts.

The young man frowned and listened to what happened. He was silent for a moment and then said coldly: "Follow me."

"It's my lord."

Jason secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his life had been saved.

He followed the young man step by step, and then he had time to secretly look at his surroundings.

I was shocked to find that this place was like a wasteland. The ground was a heart-stopping black land, and above my head was a gray sky. I couldn't see the sun, moon, stars, or the scenery in the distance. The air was filled with... There is a cold air that makes people feel extremely depressed.

And in the sky above where he appeared, there was a looming bloody vortex out of thin air. It should be the bloody maze that the young man had mentioned before.

The young man walked very fast, and even though he was holding two unconscious members of the Special Operations Department in his hands, Jason had to use up all his energy to trot just to barely keep up with him.

"It seems that the Special Warfare Department is really in decline. An ordinary person can actually become the deputy director of the Special Warfare Department. No wonder that idiot Nicholas became their prisoner."

The young man didn't look back, and spoke mercilessly with ridicule.

Jason's old face turned red,

He laughed dryly. He didn't dare to say that he became the deputy director of the Special Warfare Department through nepotism. Who knows if this moody young man would suddenly tear him into pieces.

Seeing that he didn't dare to say anything, the young man felt quite bored. He snorted and said nothing more, burying his head and continuing on his way.

Five minutes later, Jason's eyes blurred, and he suddenly appeared in a grand and ancient palace.

This surprised him, and at the same time, his whole body was trembling slightly with fear, because he discovered that this palace was filled with a strong smell of blood. In the palace made of blood-red material, there were seven towers with heights of several dozen. rice, a bone throne made entirely of human skulls.

At this moment, except for the tallest and largest Bone Throne in the middle, which was empty, the other six thrones were occupied by male or female, old or young Hellfire executives, all focusing their attention on him.

Without exception, these people all have a pair of blood-colored pupils, exuding a powerful and heart-stopping aura. Their eyes are cold and ruthless, as if a superior god is looking down at the humble ants.

The young man casually put the two members of the Special Operations Department aside, stroking their chests and bending down with great respect, as if they were reporting something.

But the strange thing is that no matter how Jason tilted his ears, he couldn't hear what they were saying. It was as if everything he saw was just a dream, and it had an extremely unreal feeling.

This made him beat secretly in his heart, and a fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Even if he had a sore waist and backache, he could only

He bowed respectfully, not daring to raise his head, and waited in fear for the judgment of fate.

"In this case, I suggest that we let Ada and Debra go."

I don't know how long it took, but a majestic voice seemed to come from all directions, making Jason feel relaxed and almost crying with joy. It seemed that his life could be saved.

"But the sacrifice seems not enough."

A cold female voice came faintly.

"It coincides with the birth of the God List. There are two birth places. They will be born as the strongest descendants of Hellfire and will not be restricted."

The majestic voice said indifferently.

"That's very good."

"Seconded."

"Seconded!"

…

Before Jason could think about what the God List was, he felt that the world was spinning and he had already appeared in the Dream Valley, making him feel like he was suddenly separated from this world.

"Let's go, lead the way."

A cold voice sounded in his ears, and Jason shuddered. He turned around and realized that there were two young men and women beside him.

The man was the young man who led the way before. Standing next to him was a beautiful girl with short flaming red hair, wearing a tight black leather jacket, and a perfect figure that was outlined with bumps and convexities.

A flash of surprise flashed through Jason's eyes, but when he saw the eternal iceberg expression on the girl's face, as well as the cold and ruthless monster blood eyes, all his desires disappeared immediately, and he lowered his head in awe, respectfully He said: "Yes, you two adults, please follow me."

Ding Ning didn't expect that this hobbit could be so stubborn and still refused to give in. A coldness flashed in his eyes. In this case, don't blame him for being serious.

He took out his cell phone, edited a text message and sent it. He didn't believe it. This hobbit even dared to disobey the orders of the White House.

The surroundings were quiet, and the one after another explosions suddenly disappeared. The ugly-looking Hobbit did not feel any joy. Instead, he felt strong uneasiness in his heart, and he always had a very bad premonition.

Jingle Bell!

The rapid and sharp ringing of the phone made Hobbit tremble all over, with a look of despair on his face.

God knows how much pressure he was under during this period. His mobile phone was drained of battery by all the angry questioning calls and turned off automatically.

Although the phone was out of battery at this time, which would make people mistakenly think that he turned it off on purpose and would cause him a lot of trouble later, but he couldn't care about that at all now.

This bet related to his future left him with no way out. He pinned his last hope on Jason, hoping that he could invite the masters of Hellfire in time to defeat these damn yellow-skinned monkeys. Save his fate.

Therefore, he had been stalling for time, hoping that Jason could ask someone to take action in time, but now, this call directly to the onboard phone made him completely desperate.

He could ignore questions from giants and dignitaries from all sides and even refuse to answer their calls, but he did not have the courage to refuse calls from the White House.

There are some exceptions to military orders abroad, and most of them are just words.

Unless he is absolutely sure that he can turn the tables, otherwise, if he dares to refuse a call from the White House, he will lose everything he owns and may even be sent to a military court.

"Hello, Mr. Clem, I'm Hobbit..."

Hobbit took a deep breath, calmed down his mood, steadily grabbed the microphone, and said politely.

But before he could finish his words, he was directly interrupted by a voice full of anger on the other end of the phone: "I'm not Clem, I'm Daibarang."

"Sir... Mr. President, how could it be you?"

Hobbit was suddenly startled and subconsciously

Standing up, I was so nervous that I couldn't even speak clearly.

"Hobbit, as the Secretary of the Department of Homeland Security, what do you do for a living as an idiot? Not only do you let these damn bastards create explosions everywhere, but now, you even bombed the Rose Garden..."

Daibarang exuded monstrous rage and roared angrily.

Like a bolt from the blue, Hobbit's brain was instantly dizzy. He couldn't believe his ears. He didn't even hear clearly what Daibaran said behind him. The words "blow up the rose garden" were always swirling in his mind. Character.

The Rose Garden, part of the White House, is known as the "Presidential Back Garden" and is also a favorite place to play for the children of past presidents. It has a history of hundreds of years.

But now he heard something. The Rose Garden was bombed. The meaning was self-evident. These people could blow up the "Rose Garden" without anyone noticing, which meant that they had the power to blow up the Rose Garden at any time. The ability to destroy the entire White House has seriously threatened the safety of His Excellency the President. No wonder Daibaran is so angry.

You know, the White House is the center of power in the United States. It is also the residence of the President. It is known as one of the safest places in the world. If it is really bombed, the consequences will be simply unimaginable.

"I don't care what method you use, and I don't care what means you use, put an end to this damn thing right away. Otherwise, just wait and sit in jail."

Daibarang roared angrily and hung up the phone heavily.

"It's over, it's over now."

Hobbit sat down on the chair slumped, with a look of despair on his face, and endless bitterness in his heart. He knew that the winner of this bet had been decided, and he was completely defeated.

Seeing the hobbit reappearing in front of the helicopter's open door with a disgraced face, Ding Ning had a faint smile on his lips. He knew that it was time to end.

"I admit defeat. Stop all this immediately. Your friends and Williams will be sent to you soon, and you can leave the United States safely."

Hobbit said weakly, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"You seem to have forgotten what I said."

Ding Ning lit a cigarette and spoke slowly.

Hobbit was shocked, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "There is an old saying in China, which is: Leave a thin line in life so that we can meet each other easily in the future. I have already given up. There is no need to do things so decisively."

"Make it happen? Haha, you kidnapped and imprisoned the Dragon King for more than 20 years. Not only did you plan to trap and kill my father, but you also kidnapped my friends and threatened me to work for the United States. When you did these things, did you ever think about being a human being? ?”

Ding Ning sneered, and asked in a sonorous and forceful tone.

Hobbit was speechless, his face turned blue and red, and the muscles on his face were constantly twisting. He had to lower his noble head, suppressing the intense sense of shame and softly said: "I beg you, please leave. America."

"What? The wind was so strong that I didn't hear it."

Ding Ning picked his ears out of boredom and shouted softly, but his voice clearly rang in everyone's ears.

The Dragon King and others had happy smiles on their faces, and they felt quite elated. They didn't realize that Kong Lei had quietly taken out her mobile phone and was filming all this.

This bastard must have done it on purpose. He just wanted to deliberately humiliate me.

Hobbit's old face was so gloomy that it dripped water, and the veins on his forehead were popping. He resisted the urge to shoot Ding Ning, and with a sudden heart, he picked up the loudspeaker and closed his eyes in humiliation, shouting at the top of his lungs: "I'm begging you, please leave the United States as soon as possible."