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At the main table of the meeting, the four big figures expressed their opinions and suggestions according to the procedure. There were hundreds of people in the audience, including officials from various countries and reporters from all over the world. There are also cameras everywhere, broadcasting live images in real time.

Zhang Ming and Natasha stood in inconspicuous corners, guarding against the big boss' sneak attack.

If I were the big boss, what should I do to break through the obstacles and inject the medicine into the bodies of the four big shots?

Zhang Ming has been thinking about this question.

The situation at the scene was even more optimistic than Zhang Ming expected.

Because of the detection equipment, the blue potion could not be brought into the venue.

A large number of security teams can also ensure that these important figures cannot be easily taken out of the venue.

Medicines can't get in, people can't get out, can it be threatened by hostages?

Threatening the big shots to go out, or actively injecting drugs?

Zhang Ming dispelled this idea, regardless of human nature and selfishness, from the perspective of national security, it is impossible for them to do so.

What should I do?

A Bizhan coin appeared between his fingers, and his index finger and thumb slowly rubbed the pattern of the coin, Zhang Ming racked his brains to think.

The meeting proceeded according to pace, and soon came the question and answer session for reporters.

"I heard that vicious demonstrations are breaking out in New York. It's about the superhero culture that is popular in the United States recently. I don't know Mr. President. What do you think?" A reporter stood up and asked.

"Superheroes?" Mr. President said with a smile. "I prefer to call them enthusiastic citizens."

"But these 'enthusiastic citizens' are committing atrocities against ordinary people. I would like to ask, is this behavior legal under the US Constitution? If it is not legal, why did you not take action?"

It's a sharp question, but it expresses the feelings of many journalists.

Now New York is full of turmoil. As the saying goes, good things don’t go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. When it comes to attention, the riots in front of the New York City government are much bigger than the current high-end meeting.

"I don't think this issue has anything to do with this meeting—" Mr. President chose not to talk about it.

But before he finished speaking, gunshots suddenly came from outside the conference building, and they were not ordinary gunshots, but very dense, as if this was not Vienna, the capital of music, but a battlefield in the Middle East.

"Protect!"

Security teams from various countries surrounded them, and the four important figures were protected together.

When Zhang Ming walked to the window, there were gunshots and explosions everywhere. Nearly a hundred militants were attacking the building with guns in their hands.

"Not militants!"

Natasha gripped the railing tightly, the backs of her hands turned white from excessive force.

"It's a group of ordinary people, ordinary people controlled by the big boss!"

When I walked in, I found that among the crowd were office workers in suits and leather shoes, women in floral skirts, and even elderly people.Under the control of the big boss, they charged the line of defense with guns in hand, regardless of life and death.

"This lunatic! Does he want to force his way in?" Zhang Ming couldn't believe it.

Natasha stared at the bottom, "Maybe, as long as there is enough blue potion, he can create unlimited soldiers who are not afraid of death."

Zhang Ming looked at the corpses on the ground. There were ordinary people and security personnel.

Every second, tragedies are happening.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming's heart seemed to be caught.

He saw a group of children.

With immature steps, the children ran towards the building with open arms and sweet smiles on their faces, and their bodies...

Strapped with a bomb!

"What am I-"

Zhang Ming stepped on the window, and the anger in his heart was instantly ignited.

He turned his head and glanced. The four big figures were protected in the center. Except for the government officials, the reporters were all driven out of the venue.

Still foolproof.

At least until the army of puppets outside broke through the defenses.

"I'll go down, you stay and protect them." Zhang Ming made a decision, "Arrange agents to find the trace of the big boss. He is in this city now. We must find him!"

Natasha nodded heavily.

The kids are getting closer, the security staff are top notch veterans, but their guns are dangling.

Nobody wants to shoot a child.

but……

A choice has to be made.

A security guard's eyes were red, he gritted his teeth, tried his best to stabilize the muzzle of the gun, and he was about to pull the trigger.

At this moment, a silver-white hook came over, and several children were tied together, and then a figure flashed past, and the children fainted, and the bombs on them were also defused.

Zhang Ming threw the bomb aside, countless pairs of puppets stared at him, showing a grim smile.

"I knew you were coming."