I, the native, do as I please

Chapter 292 Sword Holding Plan
early morning.

White House.

As usual, Mr. President walked into his office surrounded by several secretaries and officials.

As soon as a few things were arranged, a secretary squeezed in and whispered in the president's ear.

The president nodded and said, "Everyone, I have guests, please go out first."

After the people left, a figure walked in, Wilson.

The President pulled out a box of Cuban cigars and pulled out one of them: "One?"

Wilson shook his head and said, "Mr. President, I'm here to ask you to allow me to launch the 'Sword Holding Project'."

The movement of the president's hands paused, and then he said while cutting the cigar cap: "Are you absolutely sure?"

Wilson shook his head again: "Only half sure, sir."

The president asked back: "Half sure, you want me to authorize this plan?"

"Wilson, what we are going to face is the most powerful superhuman in the world."

"I'm afraid not even a nuclear bomb can kill him."

"Come and tell me, facing a superhuman who is invulnerable and has been bombed by cloud bombs but still can't die, how do you kill him?"

Wilson pointed to the garden outside the office: "I would like to ask professionals to answer this question."

The President lit a cigar, turned around, and watched several lightning bolts appear in the garden, and then a woman fell from the sky.

"storm?"

The president immediately changed color, stood up, and looked at Wilson warily.

He suspected that Wilson had defected to the enemy. After all, the storm belonged to the group of seven. Wilson and her came together, and they might have joined forces with the enemy.

Wilson quickly said, "Don't be nervous, Mr. President."

"Storm has the same goal as ours. She also wants to deal with the people of the motherland."

"Exactly, Mr. President."

Storm walked into the office with a smile: "The people of the motherland are our common enemy. If he is not cut off as soon as possible, I believe he will threaten the Federation."

The president cast a questioning look.

Wilson took out his phone and played a video.

It was the massacre at Sage Grove Mental Asylum.

The president looked at it for a few seconds, then raised his head: "This is?"

Storm explained the nature of the Sage Grove, and then said: "Mr. President, the Homelander has released these experimental samples, and now he has an army of superhumans on hand. You can't hesitate any longer."

The president smoked a cigar and said, "Back to the question just now, how are you going to kill the people of the motherland?"

"His eyes, Mr. President."

Feng Feng pointed to his own eyes and said, "The eyes of the people from the motherland are his greatest weakness."

"As long as it can hit his eyes, even with a pen, it can penetrate into it, stir his brain, and kill him."

"Of course, it's not easy to do that."

Mr. President wondered: "How do you know?"

Wilson introduced: "Storm is the first superhuman produced by Chemical No. 5. She is the wife of the founder of Water Company. She knows the people of the motherland better than anyone else."

Storm held up the two corners of his cloak as a virtual salute.

The president said in surprise: "You are that man's wife? Aren't you very old now?"

Storm laughed and said, "Mr. President, it's too hurtful to say that. Age is always a pain for women."

"I'm lucky, I seem to have a long lifespan and be able to stay young forever."

"I went to my daughter's funeral not too long ago and it was a sad thing."

"I hate my near-immortality, but now, I know what purpose it has given me."

"God let me live until now, just to kill the people of the motherland and solve this huge threat for the Federation."

The president exhaled a puff of smoke: "It really shocked me, but are you sure you can kill the people of your country?"

Storm glanced at Wilson: "Mr. Minister mentioned to me the 'Sword Holding Project'. With the assistance of this plan and one more person, I believe there is still a chance."

The President looked at Wilson: "Guardian?"

Wilson nodded: "Yes, Mr. President."

The president frowned and said, "He is still a child, and a child of the motherland. Can he do it?"

"He's always ready for the day and, as a kid from his homeland, he has his strengths," Wilson said.

"He will soften the hearts of the motherland and show his weakness."

The president closed his eyes and pondered for a moment: "Even if there are storms and guardians, how do you plan to let the people of the motherland go to the site of the 'Sword Holding Project'?"

Wilson suggested: "The Federation can invite him to the project site, as long as this excuse can impress him."

"A few days ago, people proposed that a native of the motherland should be the Minister of Defense. Otherwise, just use this reason?"

The president said decisively: "No."

"Wilson, I hope you can understand."

"Even if you say that you are [-]% sure that you can kill the people of the motherland, I must be prepared for your plan to fail."

"Therefore, in this matter, neither I nor the Federation should have anything to do with it."

"If you fail, I don't want the people of the motherland to blame the Federation and me."

"Not only do I want to disassociate myself from you, but even when you fail, I will stand on the side of the motherland."

"Only in this way can we guarantee that the Federation will not be destroyed by that demon."

"I can provide all the assistance needed for the plan, including personnel, but whether it is weapons, supplies or personnel, it must not have the slightest relationship with the Federation."

"So, you have to think carefully about how to let people from the motherland go to the project site."

Storm suggested: "Perhaps Little Ryan can help us with this."

Suddenly, the president and Wilson looked at her.

in a room.

"No!"

"I do not want!"

The eight-year-old boy flew into the air because of his excitement, and both eyes lit up red: "I don't want to go back to the demon that killed my mother, absolutely!"

The storm guard stood in front of Wilson and smiled, "Little Ryan, this is only temporary."

"If you can gain his trust, then you can let him go to the site of the 'Sword Holding Project'."

"That way, we'll be able to kill him."

Wilson also said: "Lane, think about your mother."

"She finally escaped from that demon and lived a peaceful life with you, but he ruined everything about you."

"He killed your mother, don't you want to avenge your mother?"

When Ryan heard this, his eyes became redder: "Of course I want to!"

"Then, you have to learn to restrain yourself."

"You need to learn to endure, so that you will have the opportunity to take revenge with your own hands."

"Lane, you can do it."

Encouraged by Wilson, Ryan hesitated, but finally nodded.

Storm exhaled and said: "Then next, I have to write a script for Ryan so that he can have a legitimate reason and come into the sight of the people of the motherland."

(End of this chapter)