I, the native, do as I please

"Listen, people inside, you are surrounded, put down your weapons and surrender!"

Outside the motel, a stern voice sounded.

Mallory looked at Frankie and said, "Is there still a temporary No. 5?"

Frankie nodded, and took out a bottle of green potion: "This is the only bottle left."

"Ma'am, you don't know."

"After using it every time, don't mention how uncomfortable it is, just like soaking in a wine tank all day and all night."

Mallory said, "Now, either you use it to get us out of here, and then think about the uncomfortable problem."

"Either we throw up our hands and surrender, which one do you choose?"

Frankie pulled up his sleeves: "I swear, I will never go back to jail again."

"I won't go back even if I die."

He drew out the temporary No. 5 with a syringe, looked at the TV and said, "I didn't expect Mr. President to be so shameless that he would do such a thing like crossing rivers and destroying bridges."

Mallory smiled, smoking a cigarette, "Do you think he'd be a good guy?"

"Sacrificing you and me is nothing compared to his political career."

"But if he doesn't make it easier for me, don't blame me for being rude."

Frankie looked at her: "Ma'am, what are you going to do?"

Mallory took out a pistol: "You have to get out of here before you do anything."

"Are you okay?"

Frankie pushed all the medicine in the syringe into his body, he closed his eyes, and there were streaks of light shining in his blood vessels.

He took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, there was already a blue electric snake jumping between his hands.

Frankie glanced at Mallory: "Okay, let's have a big fight."

Outside the motel.

The FBI has surrounded the scene, with dozens of police cars forming a circle, and three helicopters hovering in the sky.

This kind of battle, let alone people, don't even think about flying out.

At this time, someone inside shouted: "We surrender, we will come out immediately, don't shoot."

The lights of the helicopter fell on the motel, and two people walked out of the lights.

An operations director looked at the tablet, compared the looks of the two men, and confirmed that they were Mallory, a former member of the Security Department, and a Frenchman named Frenchman whom he wanted to capture.

The operations director picked up the walkie-talkie and called out through the PA equipment on the police car: "Now, you get down on the ground and put your hands where I can see them."

"Ok."

"no problem."

"go to hell!"

Frankie yelled, and pushed his hands in the direction of the action supervisor. The distance between his palms and the action supervisor, the space between his palms and the action supervisor, the electric light jumped.

Then a thunderbolt flashed and struck the police car next to the chief of operations.

boom!
The fuel tank of the police car exploded.

Flames gushed out, knocking the police car and everyone nearby into the air.

At the same time, Mallory, who was lying on the ground, also shot the fuel tank of a police car with a pistol.

At this time, Frankie released a cloud of lightning towards the helicopter in the sky.

The crackling electric current swept through the three helicopters like a whip, the helicopter's engine was immediately scrapped, the alarm sounded in the cab, the pilot desperately pulled the control stick, but he could only watch helplessly as the helicopter crashed into the motel , hit the ground and hit the police car.

Bang bang bang!
Gunshots rang out, and the FBI and police began shooting at French.

But Frankie, temporarily superhuman, is invulnerable, and he feels nothing when the bullet hits him.

"Although that thing has a lot of stamina."

"But every time I use it, I feel very refreshed."

"It's such a joy to feel omnipotent!"

Frankie whistled, and then turned in a circle, and balls of lightning kept whizzing away from between his hands.

When hit by the electric light, the human body was instantly scorched black, and the car short-circuited and exploded.

Frankie turned around, the FBI and the police were dead and injured, and it was no longer possible to arrest them.

Mallory just got up and patted off the plaster on his body: "Let's go."

She walks ahead.

As they passed several police cars, a wounded officer raised a pistol at her.

Mallory didn't even look, and shot the policeman dead.

"Ma'am, where are we going?" Frankie hurried after her.

"New York!" Mallory exclaimed.

new York.

Under the dark sky, the city under the night is like a shining gem, shining with charming light.

Every building and every light in this city tells its own story in this late night, creating an irresistible charm.

Towering skyscrapers, each decorated with multicolored lights, look like majestic giants, silently overlooking the city below.

Manhattan's skyscrapers are even more magnificent at night, and their glass windows reflect moonlight and lights, making the city look even more brilliant.

Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, these iconic buildings, they look more solemn in the night.

Azu stood on the roof of the Tower of Seven, overlooking the city.

It's like the owner is looking around his back garden.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, Azu raised his glass and took a sip.

behind him.

There is a big party going on.

Just on the open-air terrace of the Seven-person Terrace, the shining lanterns decorated the whole venue like a dream.

On the huge main stage, cheerful music was played on the big screen, and bright lights flickered on the stage, stirring everyone's heart.

On the artificial grass, countless balloons and colorful flags flutter in the breeze, as if they are in harmony with the stars under the starry sky.

Food stalls were scattered everywhere, and the aroma of various delicacies such as barbecue, pastries, and ice cream was overflowing. The journalists attending the party held the delicacies in their hands, tasting them while chatting, with smiles on their faces.

In the music booth, a professional band is playing popular music, and the singing echoes in the night sky, causing people to sway to the music.

On the small stage next to it, a dance performance is in progress, and the actors are dressed in costumes, dancing their bodies enthusiastically.

Ashley also invited a popular singer to sing on stage.

The lights and sounds of the party can be seen and heard even a block away.

At this time, Ashley hurried over and handed a tablet to Azu: "Something went wrong, sir."

Azu raised his eyebrows, took the tablet, and saw President Rick Archibald saying with a sad face on the screen.

"My friends from the press, and the audience in front of the screen, citizens of the Federation."

"I would like to take this opportunity to solemnly apologize to the people of the motherland."

"Because I was deceived by Mallory, a former employee of the Ministry of Security, I made a wrong judgment on the people of my motherland."

"I mistook my motherland for destroying the country, so I followed Mallory's advice and secretly met with a metahuman."

Hearing Mr. President's apology, Azuha laughed and said, "I really didn't expect Mr. President to have such a method."

"As expected of the president, he left the responsibility to Mallory. In this way, if I want to do something to him, it will be me making trouble for no reason and not understanding the general situation."

"Ashley, study hard, this is called public relations."

Ashley was sweating profusely, not daring to respond to Azu's words.

She said in a low voice, "Reporter Batalun asked me to ask you that Mr. President has already issued a statement first, so should his news be reported?"

Azu shook his wine glass and smiled, "Report."

"Why didn't you report it?"

"At least let everyone know what Mr. President has done."

Ashley wiped off her sweat and said, "Also, there is a call from the White House. Mr. President wants to meet you."

"look?"

Azu glanced at the party behind him: "Yes."

"but not now."

"Now I have guests to entertain."

"Let him come to the Tower of Seven to meet me tomorrow."

Ashley nodded quickly: "I'm going to reply to the White House right now."

After Ashley left, Azu took out his mobile phone and called Victoria Newman.

After a few seconds, the phone connected.

Azu smiled and said: "Come to the Tower of Seven tonight, I have good news for you tomorrow morning."

After Newman agreed, he smiled and asked, "Why do you have to tell me tomorrow morning?"

"Can't you tell now?"

Azu took a sip of the vodka in the glass and said, "That way there will be no surprises."

"Ok."

"I like surprises best."

"I'll go when I'm done with the work at hand."

End the communication.

Azu put down his phone and saw the starlight looking towards him. He nodded slightly, then turned around and looked at the night scene of New York that was as bright as a jewel.

Xingguang withdrew her gaze and suddenly felt someone watching her. She turned her head and saw Maeve walking towards her with a smile.

Coming to the side of Starlight, Maeve picked up a grilled steak from a food stand and said, "Do you need me to help you?"

Starlight cast a questioning look at Maeve.

"Just now, did you want to chat with the people of the motherland?"

Maeve cut off a small piece of beef, tied it up with a knife and brought it to her mouth.

Starlight reacted violently.

"NO, I have not."

"I just happened to see him."

"It's not what you think."

"I'm feeling sick to my stomach and I need to go to the bathroom."

"Excuse me."

Seeing Xingguang leave the venue as if fleeing for her life, Maeve laughed.

"I don't think so, why are you so excited?"

At this time, the reporters next to him let out a whisper.

"Did you get the message?"

"Mr. President preemptively issued a statement of apology at the White House."

"Mr. Batalon also reported on today's meeting between the president of the military base and the superhuman criminal."

"It's so lively now, I don't know how many people will not be able to sleep tonight."

Hearing these words, Maeve picked up a glass of wine and walked to Azu's side.

Azu glanced at her and said, "Come to my room at night."

Maeve raised her eyebrows: "Can I refuse?"

Azu shrugged his shoulders: "As you like."

Maeve turned around, looked at the reporters and said, "Mr. President has already made the first move."

Azu nodded: "I know, but it doesn't matter."

"Some things can't be saved with one or two PRs."

"Especially, when his opponent is me."

Maeve looked at his confident smile, her breathing became slightly heavy, and she said, "I'm going to be on it tonight."

Azu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "That depends on whether Newman agrees."

Maeve looked at him immediately.

"She can't beat me."

Azu looked at the night sky with a smile: "Tonight will be very lively."

as he said.

It was really lively tonight.

After the president's apology from the White House went out on the street, it caused a lot of doubts.

After Batalun's news came out, the entire federation exploded.

People express their opinions on forums and on the Internet, and they can often quarrel hundreds of floors over one issue or one point of view.

Wait until later.

At issue is whether the president knew ahead of time that the soldier boy he was meeting was a superhuman criminal.

Rick Archibald, the president's insistence, was duped.

The opposing party pointed out that the soldier boy had been wreaking havoc in Midtown earlier, and the president could not have been unaware.

The two factions were arguing so loudly that the number of people online in the Federation broke through a new high that night.

The battle in Azu's room in the Tower of Seven was also intense tonight.

Two women, Maeve and Newman, fight for the initiative.

The fierce fighting continued until almost dawn.

When Azu woke up, he took Newman's hand and Maeve's leg away, so that he could get out of bed.

He took a shower, changed into a suit of civilian clothes, and had breakfast delivered.

As soon as he took a sip of milk, Azu saw a helicopter coming from a distance, and it seemed that it was about to land on the roof of the Tower of Seven.

"It's really early."

Azu drank the milk in two gulps, walked to the door, and knocked on the door.

"Get up, ladies."

"There are guests here."

After a moment.

In the passage on the 99th floor of the Tower of Seven.

President Rick Archibald, accompanied by General Mike, was walking towards the president's office.

The people of the motherland will receive them there.

General Mike's face was as black as the sky before a storm: "It's too much!"

He said in a deep voice: "The people of the motherland actually asked Mr. President to come to see him. What does he mean by that?"

"Does he feel that he can already override the entire Federation?"

President Rick Archibald was less impulsive.

He could even laugh: "Your Excellency, haven't the people of the motherland always been above the Federation?"

"I don't mind putting down my body to see him."

"As long as he is willing to meet, there is still a chance to buffer this matter."

"In any case, it's better than an all-out war."

General Mike also knows this truth, but he still can't accept it.

soon.

The office has arrived.

They saw the assistant of the motherlander from a distance, and Ashley led Walter's executives to greet them in front of the gate.

"Welcome, Mr. President."

"It's such an honor."

"Can I take a picture with you?" Ashley said excitedly.

It was the first time she met the president face to face. After all, in her capacity, normally speaking, it was impossible for her to have such an opportunity in her life.

Rick said generously, "Of course."

So when Ashley shook hands with him, someone was already recording all this with a camera.

"this way please."

After Ashley shook hands with the president and took a photo, she quickly opened the door of the office and invited the president and General Mike in.

She closed the door again, and then said to the person who took the photo: "Quick, send the photo to Batalon and let him publish it in the newspaper."

"As soon as the newspaper comes out, our company's stock will go up!" (End of this chapter)