Fist Godzilla

Chapter 211 The Devil from the Island Lands in the United States

Today's major TV stations in the United States have urgently interrupted a piece of news.

The strongest human being in the world will arrive in the United States today.

Although the TV station's report was abnormal, it didn't explain the other party's intention to come to the United States.

But in this country, both the people and the officials have sufficient self-confidence.

This is the center of the world, the frontier of the world, and the greatest guardian of the free world.
A series of titles, whether they are self-proclaimed or not, will eventually become recognized anyway.

Since the beginning of the last century, endless glory and wealth have come to this country.

Since thirty years ago, this country has been the well-deserved top player on Earth.

In the hearts of the people, there are famous people in the world, and it is the most unreasonable thing 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 I 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 all, and they know it.

And in this turbulent world, the title of "world's strongest" is indeed very eye-catching.

Almost all young people in the world are fans of giant monsters, but they like different characters.

But in the group that takes the simplest concept of "strongness" as the eye-catching point, the Baitang mirror at the top is undoubtedly the object of everyone's attention.

Half an hour after the news aired, the show's ratings had already surpassed those of the Super Bowl in the United States.

The servers on the mobile and web pages are always on the verge of collapse due to the surging traffic.

The current President of the United States, Walker, is sitting in front of the TV in the White House President's Office with his Secretary of State Underwood.

It was the live broadcast of Bai Tangjing's plane landing.

Walker is a newly-elected president with a lean and elegant appearance, a political elite who is close to the stereotype of the Donkey Party.

There are factors of his own conditions, but more of it is deliberate makeup and image building.

In the current campaign, labeling has become more and more popular.

Being able to highlight one's own characteristics and political stance with the most concise appearance is the best image.

Now, this lean and refined political elite took off his glasses, leaned back in his chair frowning, and tapped his lips with the temples of his glasses.

"Frank, I'm still very worried about whether his reaction will be as peaceful as we speculated."

This is the name of Secretary of State Underwood, who is now Walker's most trusted staff member.

He was a middle-aged white guy with an amiable appearance.

The reception plan for Bai Tangjing this time was arranged by him alone, and he put it into practice after persuading Walker to agree.

"Oh, come! Mr. President!"

Underwood squirmed in his chair with a nonchalant expression, tugging at his suit to make himself more comfortable.

His words and actions fully encouraged the president's swaying heart.

"Mr. President, look at this 'strongest behemoth', look at him!"

The Secretary of State flicked his finger at the picture on the TV.

"A brat who doesn't know much about the world, but has the power to destroy order."

The tone didn't seem to be talking about a person who could affect the situation in the region, but it seemed to be talking about an adolescent boy from the United States with hormones on his brain.

"Of course, such a person is dangerous like a ticking time bomb, but"

"Didn't we call the media?"

Underwood spread his hands at Walker.

"A teenager, he will long for fame, long for attention, long for admiration, long for hot beauties to pester him endlessly, as long as he longs for these, it is impossible to act aggressively in front of the media. Hold on!"

"Like the natives in "Black Robe Pickets"?"

Walker's glasses temple nodded his lips and asked.

In order to build a relationship with voters during the campaign, Walker also worked hard on pop culture.

Underwood snapped his fingers and laughed.

"Yes! It's like a native of the motherland!"

"What's more, he has just moved his hand against Japan's cabinet, and he still wants to complete the separation with us."

"Where did he get the confidence to turn his face?!"

"So relax, Mr. President."

In this room, which represented the highest peak of planetary power, the two old white men sat on the chairs more and more comfortably.

They watched the live broadcast on TV with smiles out of the corners of their eyes.

Confident and calm.

Underwood even poured two glasses of mellow and rich whiskey on the wine cabinet next to the room, and handed them to Walker.

He stood on the edge of the President's chair, and the two of them just held their glasses.

Watching the boy on TV, he walked down the cabin with a gentle expression, shook hands and smiled with every official who went to greet him.

The TV commentators in the show are very familiar with each other and introduce every official who shakes hands simultaneously.

The two old white men raised their lips while looking at each other and toasted each other.

They won again.The country has won again.

They will always be winners.

As has happened in the last hundred years.

But just when the two of them were about to bring the glass to their lips.
The boy 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?"

The last person in the welcome line, suddenly only one arm left!

At the same time, the TV camera was smeared by the spurting blood, a thick blood color.

The commentator on the show was first startled and yelled "oh! shit!", and then, like a duck whose throat was pinched, it squeaked and couldn't finish a sentence.

The wine glass in Walker's hand slipped from his hand.

The second after this picture was broadcast, the entire White House outside this room was suddenly overwhelmed and noisy by the surging inquiries and information.

This is not over yet.

Right in front of the camera, Bai Tangjing shook hands with every official who picked up the plane again from the beginning to the end.

But after this handshake, there will be a hole covered in flesh and blood on the ground.

Before the pothole, there was a complete arm of each of them.

After all this was done, the crowd that joined the fun had already scattered and fled screaming.

Bai Tangjing's long windbreaker was still spotless after crushing more than a dozen people. He bent down and picked up the camera on the ground.

The line of this machine is a live broadcast, and his eyes can see the electromagnetic signals that are frequently transmitted.

In the president's room, the picture on the TV that was skewed due to the downfall of the camera returned to normal again.

A dark figure wiped the blood on the glass on the lens.

After a while, although the lens was still slightly reddish, at least it could be seen clearly.

Bai Tangjing's handsome face reappeared in the program.

On the Internet at this time, because of his on-site killings, there are overwhelming crowds of unbelievable people.

And when these people came back to their senses, they burst out with incomparable anger.

This is the United States!Is the most powerful country on the planet!It is where the hegemony lies!
For the collapse of the two buildings in the mainland, they were able to go thousands of miles away to fight a war involving millions of people!
And what Bai Tangjing is doing now is even worse than the terrorist act back then!
Bai Tangjing knew this.

But he didn't care.

"Well, I think you should be looking here too."

The boy took the camera and slapped himself in the face.

He didn't 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 both troublesome packing and holiday relaxation.

"There are only three things, my friend."

"I didn't care about the people you put on a plane next to me, or the little things you did when I was on a video call. But, even my last request to meet with someone who can manage things in detail was rejected. Perfunctory past."

"Even if you know, my father-in-law died at someone else's hands, and my lover almost died in Abkhazia"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I wanted to deal with these things in a low-key manner."

The teenager smacked his lips regretfully in the camera.

But then, he smiled in relief.

"Maybe there are some miscellaneous things that just don't understand people's words."

Accompanied by the vicious insult, Bai Tangjing's face suddenly turned cold.

"Shame on your face, right?"

In the president's room, two old white men standing at the pinnacle of world power had disgusting expressions as if they had swallowed flies.

"I'd go all the way to the White House and smash that house."

The boy on the TV spoke decisively and raised a finger.

"Your Excellency, whether you want to escape, transfer, or send someone to intercept, I don't care if you are there or not. I can even drive over to facilitate your actions. But there is only one point."

Bai Tangjing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a chill was projected into the hearts of every audience through the screen.

"I'll crush anyone who gets in my way."

"I will tell you, living in the current world, what should be discarded in the balance."

"Crack-"

The video camera shattered, and the television signal was lost.

But the chill in his heart has already lingered in the hearts of every audience.

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 smash the White House.

Even if it is stopped, the face of the United States has been lost!

And all of this is thanks to the Secretary of State's plan!
But Underwood yelled long before Walker accused him.

"How dare he!"

Underwood pointed to the blacked-out TV, watching the president's expression filled with anger that the country was being trampled upon.

A wrath that looks like a "patriot".

His chest heaved 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 looked down at the president with his hands on his desk.

There is uncompromising determination in his eyes.

After Walker stared straight at him for a while, he noticed the cold sweat on his head.

But he didn't say anything, just nodded and called his staff on the phone, got up and walked to the conference room.

They're all millennial foxes, so don't try to fool anyone.

Underwood wanted to pass his responsibility as soon as the accident happened.

At least temporarily, Walker cooperated.

But after that—the debt of favor must be repaid.

The president walked out of the room and walked towards the conference room where his staff was convened.

Only Underwood was left with his hands on the desk.

For example, the deal he just completed while staring at the president had exhausted his energy.

But as Walker's footsteps gradually receded, Underwood seemed to relax slowly.

He has returned to being the secretary of state who can manipulate the international situation with a wave of his hand while holding a wine glass.

He walked around the desk leisurely and sat on the president's chair.

It's as if the teenager on TV who said he was going to smash the White House didn't exist.

He leaned back in his chair, took out his phone and started editing text messages.

The photo of the recipient of the letter is a man with a full face and elegant black-rimmed glasses.

"Underwood: I'm holding back, I hope your plan won't disappoint everyone."

"Armstrong: Take it easy, man! The plan is going great, and we'll see results soon."

"Underwood: I don't want the party to know that I work with the Elephant Party, but! I can't lose my share!"

"Armstrong: Don't worry, Walker will die, and he will step down if he survives. My friends will abide by the agreement, and you will pass the emergency bill to become the new president."

"Armstrong: But please also note that we cannot tolerate a wartime president with unlimited terms."

"Underwood: I promise not to issue wartime clauses."

"Armstrong: So, the Donkey Party and the Elephant Party have joined forces again after decades, and the cooperation is happy."

"Underwood: Happy cooperation."

Mr. Secretary of State put away his mobile phone, got up from the president's office chair comfortably, 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 chaotic and busy crowd because of Bai Tangjing's declaration.

~~~~~~
Bai Tangjing was walking out of the airport.

Because he already knew his goal, the only thing missing was the link of "finding the other party", so he was not in a hurry now.

Don't even rush into hypersonic territory now.

As he himself said.

He felt that he had shown the United States a great deal of patience and respect.

Entering the country on a civil airliner, they will not be held accountable for hijacking their own video and call signals
But even so, it seems that everyone in the United States has no intention of cooperating with him.

After weighing it, they finally chose to defend Armstrong.

This choice made Baitang Jing feel absurd.

—Do they even know who they are dealing with?
Perhaps, it is to allow those guys who can "amuse" themselves to have a gathering time.

Perhaps, it is simply to crush the heart of the United States.

Anyway, Baitangjing doesn't intend to fly, nor does he enter hypersonic speed.

On the contrary, it is like sightseeing, moving towards Washington at a "tourist" speed.

He can give the United States time to muster its strength, and it doesn't matter if the president escapes from the White House.

He just intends to crush the house that represents the pinnacle of power.

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