The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel

The White House, this world -renowned building, has always been famous for its US President's residence.

It is not only a grand palace piled up by masonry, but also a symbol of American power and prestige, which carries countless historical memory and political weight.

Although the president of the United States is often criticized, the spokesperson of the wealthy capitalists behind it.

But the president really represented the face of the United States.

The face is in a country, like a signboard to a shop. Once this level is lost, the so -called "li" hidden behind it will inevitably not be uncomfortable.

"Do not face a face", this is the common sense in interpersonal communication. It is also applied between the game between the country, the country, the power and the forces, and it is also applicable.

However, Wesburn didn't care. Only

Seeing that he was like an electricity, he was wrapped in a momentum, galloping towards the White House. "

Quickly notify the White House! Intersection "

The person in charge of monitoring the situation noticed that Wity's trend, he shouted in panic, and his voice became sharp and harsh because of anxiety.

"It has been notified, the military has sent F -35 interception."

The assistant next to him hurriedly responded, the sweat beads on his forehead rolled down, his fingers kept operating on the communication equipment, trying to coordinate the strength of all parties to deal with this sudden crisis.

But all this did not seem to play a slightest role in front of Wes.

Wes has stood on the roof of the White House.

Highly overlooking this building that symbolizes power.

"Freeze !!"

The agents of the Special Service Bureau are indeed a elite that has undergone rigorous training and responded agile. At the moment when Wes appeared, they discovered this uninvited guest.

With this short and powerful shout, the agents quickly rushed out of the hidden corners, and the weapons in their hands were aimed at Weis.

The movement is neat and uniform, and there is no panic, obviously there is a sufficient response plan for this emergency.

At this time, the president was surrounded by a group of bodyguards and was urgently escorted to the Baobao to take refuge.

The land castle is hidden in the underground of the White House. It has an indestructible defense work and is equipped with the most advanced security system. It is specially built to deal with such extreme crises.

Agent agents of the Special Corporation knew their responsibilities. Their mission was extremely clear at this moment, that is, to stop Weas at all at all costs, and never let him be close to the president, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just when the two sides were deadlocked and the atmosphere was almost coordinated, there was a low and shocking thunderous thunder.

At first, the thunder was like a sullen drum in the distance gently sounding, and gradually, gradually, became more loud, like a thousand horses growing roaring, rolling.

The soldiers and agents couldn't help looking up at the sky in doubt, and their faces were full of surprise and puzzlement.

"Didn't I hear that there are thunderstorms today?"

A young agent whispered, revealing a trace of anxiety in his eyes.

At this critical juncture, any abnormal situation may cause variables, not to mention this unprepared and aggressive thunder.

They have a hobe in their hearts. This seemingly sudden thunderstorm may have a inextricable connection with Wes, but they have no time to investigate at this moment.

You can only press the doubts in your heart, focus on the crisis in front of you, the gun in his hand is tighter, and the sweat on his forehead is rolling faster.

"Click" "

A deafening loud noise seemed to tear the sky away.

Immediately afterwards, a thunder light that was thick like a bucket was split down from the sky -dense clouds, and the thunder light flickered with a blue and white light. Wherever the air was, the air was left. sound.

The agents were too late to make any reactions, and they were instantly hit by the powerful current. The body was instantly burned, exuding a pungent burnt smell. In just the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of dark darkness. The coke fell on the ground, and the original defensive formation was instantly disintegrated.

With the raging of Lei Guang, the White House was not spared.

In the face of this destroyed power, the walls of the White House were easily destroyed like fragile paper paste, splashed around the brick and stones, and raised the dust of the sky.

After a while, the main building of the White House collapsed, leaving only the land that was hidden underground, and it was exposed on a ruin.

The president hiding in the castle was so scared that his face was pale, and the sweat beads on his forehead rolled down. He swallowed nervously and spit, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"Rest assured Mr. President, this fort can defend the nuclear bomb attack ..."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

The director of the Special Service Bureau was calm and tried to comfort the president, but the slightly trembling voice betrayed his inner anxiety.

Although he said so, he was not in his heart. After all, everything that happened in front of him had completely exceeded their scope of cognition and response.

However, he hadn't finished his words, as if he was holding his neck and closed his mouth suddenly.

I saw the roof of the ground castle, which was bragged, and slowly expanded automatically, making a dull mechanical sound, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for a long time, opened its huge mouth.

Wes floated down slowly from the open roof with an expressionless face. His figure was particularly eye-catching in the dim bunker, as if he was a messenger from hell, exuding a chilling atmosphere.

In the bunker, all the senior officials of the White House were hiding at the moment, and almost all of the president's staff gathered here.

Seeing this, the agents did not hesitate to protect these dignitaries behind them. They held their weapons tightly in their hands. Although their legs were shaking constantly, they still forced themselves to put on a defensive posture.

However, the president knew very well in his heart that all this was just in vain. In the face of Weiss's overwhelming power, they had no room for resistance at all.

"Mr. Erwin, you are also an American..."

The president said in a trembling voice, trying to use the relationship of nationality to arouse Weiss's sympathy or sense of identity, but before he finished speaking, Weiss reached out his hand, put his index finger on his lips, and made a gesture to signal him to shut up.

"It doesn't matter what you want to say or what you're thinking."

Weiss said coldly, his voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, without any emotion.

When the president heard this, his face flushed, his eyes full of anger and humiliation.

In his political career, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this, but now, at this critical moment of life and death, he could only swallow his anger and dare not refute it at all, because he knew that his life was hanging on a hair at this moment, and if he was not careful, he would fall into an abyss of no return.