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"boom!"

A loud bang echoed in the silent room, breaking the peace and solemnity. Everyone in front of the screen focused their attention on the president, his body trembling slightly, and James' fist still remained in the air.

There was a clear red mark on the president's cheek. Blood flowed from the corner of the president's mouth and dripped down his chin. His teeth mixed with blood were violently knocked out of his mouth and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

This scene was captured by the camera and seen by countless viewers. Their reactions varied, some with tears in their eyes, some gloating. Those with tears in their eyes were probably shocked by the sudden violence, and their hearts were filled with anxiety and worry. They could not imagine that such a thing would happen in this country, the country they loved and believed in. The president of this country, which was known as the greatest country in human history, was captured by armed men and humiliated by them in front of the whole world.

As for those who gloat over other people’s misfortune, they may have deep dissatisfaction or even hatred towards the president. They see the president being humiliated and failing, and their hearts are filled with pleasure.

However, no matter how these audiences react, this scene has already happened and cannot be reversed. This country, once full of hope and dreams, seems to be heading towards an unknown abyss.

"Oh~, my dear Mr. President, do you have any last words?"

James was so excited that he was trembling slightly, and his eyes were filled with inexplicable pleasure. The executioner who personally ordered the killing of his family finally fell into his hands.

"I solemnly swear...,"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, suppressing the fear in his heart, the President turned his head to look at the screen and said with a 'righteous' attitude: "I will faithfully perform the duties of the President..."

"boom!"

Seeing the president's righteous and fearless look, James punched the president in the face again and knocked him to the ground.

"This bitch's bastard!"

In front of the screen, everyone in the White House who was watching this scene felt a sense of grief for the loss of the rabbit and couldn't help cursing out loud.

"The presidency...I will do my utmost to uphold, preserve, and defend it...~Ah!"

The president struggled to get up and stared at the camera. Before he could finish his words, he was knocked to the ground by James' punch again.

After knocking the President to the ground, James picked up a Damascus knife and walked towards the President.

The atmosphere in the dark room was extremely tense. James clenched his fists and looked cold as ice. He walked towards the powerful president with firm steps. Yes, he was going to knock him to the ground.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. The air around him became heavy, as if countless eyes were watching this scene. James' muscles were tense, and he placed the flashing Damascus knife on the President's neck, with the blade close to his skin. The President's eyes were full of fear, and his body was trembling, but he suppressed the fear in his heart and refused to beg for mercy. He knew that no matter whether he begged for mercy or not, the result would be the same. Begging for mercy would only bring endless shame to himself and his family.

The atmosphere around them became increasingly tense. James did not hesitate and skillfully made a knife move. The tip of the knife gently scratched the president's skin, leaving a shallow wound. Blood oozed out and dripped onto the ground.

At this moment, James has become the focus of the whole world. His every move is closely watched, and his decision will affect the fate of countless people.

When James knocked the President to the ground, the whole scene became unusually silent. The audience's heartbeats seemed to stop, and their eyes were fixed on the screen, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

"Oh my god!"

“I can’t stand it anymore!!!”

In front of the screen, the audience held their breath, their hearts beat violently, tension and fear filled their chests. They couldn't believe that this scene would happen in this great country, and their president would be threatened like this.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into silence, and people could not accept this cruel reality. The heroes and leaders in their minds had suddenly become so helpless and vulnerable.

As the audience watched the knife slowly slide down the president's neck, they realized that this scene was not just a sudden attack, but also a contest concerning the fate of the country.

The audience was filled with mixed emotions. They were worried about the safety of the president, and angry and shocked by James's behavior. They prayed silently, hoping that this crisis could be resolved as soon as possible and that peace and tranquility could be restored to the country.

At this moment, the whole country seemed to be united, and people had only one common wish in their hearts: praying that the President would be safe and that the future of the country would be full of hope and light.

James' heart was like a raging sea, and excitement surged in his body, making him unable to calm down. He hesitated to use the knife, as if he was enjoying this exciting moment. His eyes were solemn, revealing an extremely focused light. His fingers trembled slightly, not because of nervousness, but because of inner excitement.

Perhaps it was because James was too confident that he forgot the famous saying that villains often die because they talk too much.

"boom!"

After hesitating for a few minutes, James raised the sharp Damascus knife with both hands and prepared to chop the President's neck fiercely, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. Then, a gunshot echoed in the room.

"Bang! Bang bang! Bang!"

James fell to the ground with several militants. Fortunately, he was wearing a bulletproof vest, so he was not shot through the body. But his ribs seemed to be broken and he even heard the sound of bone cracking. He fell to the ground in pain and rolled around, trying to find a safe place.

At this time, the President's bodyguard Mike rushed into the room. When he saw James lying on the ground, he raised his gun without hesitation and shot him in the head, quickly clearing out the several armed men in the room.

When James saw Mike, he was frightened and gritted his teeth. He struggled to stand up, but his body seemed paralyzed and unable to move.

Mike looked at James coldly and approached him step by step. James closed his eyes and waited for death to come. However, what he waited for was silence.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Mike stopped in front of him, with the gun pointed at his head. James' heart beat faster, he knew he had no way out and could only resign himself to his fate.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the room. Mike immediately turned around, ready to deal with possible threats. James saw this opportunity and rushed to Mike without hesitation, trying to snatch his gun.

A fierce fight ensued, the two fought back and forth, but no matter how hard James tried, he could not defeat Mike, who was on the righteous side. In the end, Mike subdued him and pressed him to the ground.

"Do you know what you did wrong?"

With endless anger, Mike grabbed James and pressed him against the wall, clenching his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force. His eyes were as sharp as a blade, stabbing at James. James, who was severely injured, trembled slightly, and he tried to struggle, but his struggle seemed so powerless in front of Mike's powerful strength.

Mike's face was expressionless, his eyes were filled with hatred and anger. He raised his fist slowly, then brought it down hard, hitting James hard each time. James' screams echoed in the quiet room, but Mike had no intention of stopping.

"We are more than a building, more than a flag, more than one person. It will take a long time for bastards like you to kill us, but you know what? We will still be alive and well in another 1000 years."

Fists rained down on James, each time with great force. James' body slowly slid down, and finally leaned against the wall weakly, his face full of pain and fear.

"be careful of bombs!!"

The president, who was thrown into a corner by Mike, watched the injured computer expert take out a grenade from his pocket and throw it out. His face turned pale in an instant. He hurriedly shouted:

"Mike, be careful!"

Mike quickly put down the dying James, and threw the President to the ground. With a loud bang, the whole room was instantly covered with smoke and flames. Mike and the other man rolled to the ground, avoiding the center of the explosion. The shock wave generated by the explosion instantly destroyed the surrounding furniture and equipment, and the broken fragments flew everywhere.

The president lay on the ground tightly, his heart beating wildly due to fear and shock. He looked at Mike with his eyes full of gratitude and admiration.

"Damn it, they ran away!"

When the dust settled, James and the computer dealer were nowhere to be seen. Mike frowned and looked around with a cold look. "Why did you come just now?!"

Seeing that he was safe, the frightened president stretched out his hand and asked Mike to help him untie the ropes on his hands, looking at Mike with some complaint.

"Sorry, I had to run something!"

He couldn't lose his temper with his boss, so Mike responded casually, stood up and looked around, picked up a communicator from the ground, put it in his pocket, picked up a submachine gun, and turned to look at the president: "Okay, we have to go, are you okay?"

"Get out of this crappy place!"

Mike ran out of the building with the president and finally met the SWAT team that had arrived late.

"Command Center, we have found Mr. President, he is still alive!!"

"Yeah!! That's great!! He's still alive!"

As the special forces team leader spoke, there was a burst of warm cheers and applause in the White House.

The Vice President's face seemed to grow even darker, but he forced a smile and joined in the applause.

There was also a cheer from the London Metropolitan Police. If the president died here, Dad would definitely turn against him. Even if he wanted to repair the relationship, it would cost a huge price. Now he finally doesn't have to take the blame. After all, other Western countries are dead, but you are at least alive. I have suffered heavy losses and even killed my old lover with my own hands. Oh, you are a traitor. Do you have the nerve to turn against me?

...............

Saltillo Border, a suburb on the border of this city in northern Mexico, gives people a desolate feeling. It is quiet all around, and only when the breeze blows can you hear the rustling of leaves. On the edge of the city, there is a group of earthen buildings, which seem to be isolated from the world and quiet enough to make people a little uneasy.

In a group of earthen buildings, a group of armed men stood on alert with tense expressions. They wore black tactical vests, held weapons, and kept a close eye on the surroundings. Their faces were full of seriousness, and they exuded a strong smell of gunpowder.

Simmons was enjoying lunch alone under the patio of the house.

"Boss, phone call from the Vice President."

One of his men came over and handed over the phone.

"Mr. Vice President?"

Simmonds answered the phone.

"I don't think you'll refuse, Mr. Simmons."

This time the offense and defense changed, and the Vice President's tone was slightly proud.

Simmons said coldly: "Do you think this war started by you is over? I will spend my whole life looking for you to kill me. This war will never end!"

"Maybe you should look out the window..."

The Vice President smiled grimly.

"what?"

Simmons looked up at the skylight...
After a while, Simmons smiled and said, "Mr. Vice President, do you think you can locate me by picking up a communication device? Because you read that the missile should have been launched, right? Look where it is flying to?"

"What?!!"

The smile on the Vice President's face froze, and he hurriedly shouted to the Minister of Defense: "Oh no! Detonate the missile quickly!"

"What happened..., the missile has been launched and exploded successfully..."

The Defense Secretary looked at the Vice President in confusion.

"Mr. Vice President, have fun, and see you next time! This result should be what you wish for. Congratulations, Mr. President! Hahaha..."

Simmons hung up the phone, stood up and said, "We should go and meet our good friend. This time, thanks to him. I think the Vice President, Mr. President, should give him a medal."

With a smile, Simmons straightened his suit, and quickly drove away from this desolate place with a group of his men.

On Air Force One.

The wounded president had just recovered from his injuries and was toasting with his bodyguard Mike.

The President had a look of fatigue on his face, and there was still blood on his clothes.

At this time, there was a dark night sky outside the plane window.

"We'll be home in ten minutes. Let's go back and have a good rest. This is truly an unforgettable experience."

The president was quite pleased with himself for his heroic performance. Perhaps he could be re-elected in the next term, just like that guy. After all, the attack on London would give them a perfect reason for war.

"Of course, your courageous behavior is seen by the whole world... You are a great president...,"

Picking up the glass and taking a sip, Mike flattered.

"Beep beep~beep beep~,"

"Oh no, our plane has been locked by a missile..."

"patriot?!!"

"What? Impossible?!"

Mr. President and Mike's faces changed color at the same time. How is it possible?

"Sir, we've been locked in. Thirty seconds left... Jump down quickly!"

Hearing the pilot's words, Mike's face changed drastically. He quickly opened the safe and took out two parachutes, then put them on the President.

"boom-!"

Just as the two men were standing at the cabin door preparing to jump out against the strong wind, the missile hit the plane accurately. Feeling a burning pain in their bodies, the two men no longer had any consciousness, and their consciousness fell into endless darkness.

(End of this chapter)