"Mr. President! Things in New York City can no longer be delayed!"

In Washington, in the White House, an old man in military uniform rushed into the president's office in a fierce manner and shouted at the idiot who was holding a beef burger and enjoying lunch with cool hair:

"The situation is deteriorating rapidly, and the official forces must intervene. The scope of that illusion also has signs of an expansion, and if we sit still, it will swallow up the entire New York City."

"Yes, Mr. President."

There was also a leader from the official intelligence organization fib in the office, and he also responded and persuaded:

“According to our internal members’ estimates, with the power level it currently shows, swallowing New York is just the beginning, and if we give up there, the entire East Coast will be threatened within three days.”

"I know who caused these disasters."

The blonde president looked calm, biting the hamburger, looking at the scene projected on the big screen in front of him, focusing on the weird guys who were escorting the people away.

He bit the food in his hand hard and said:

"No one knows these better than me! Look at these pictures, those weird people in white suddenly appear, who do they call themselves? Spartans? The guardian of the world?

Don't want to hide it from me!

They are just a bunch of superheroes in disguise!

They just wanted to take this opportunity to put my country in an era guided by those freaks again.

I can't order to help them!

This will make my voters scold me for not being tough enough.

My daughter showed me last week and 70% of my voters hate superheroes, and this share is still increasing.

We can protect ourselves. The constitutional amendment gives us the power to hold guns. Isn’t it just to deal with the current situation?”

"When is this?"

The old man who came forward on behalf of the Ministry of National Defense widened his eyes and said in amazement:

"Our people are being attacked by supernatural forces! You actually let them protect themselves with guns and bullets? Are you kidding? Mr. President!

Now is not the time to consider votes. There are also your supporters in that city. If you don’t act, and when they are all swallowed up by the illusion of the evil god, no one will vote for you.”

"No, no, no, there is something wrong with the way you look at the problem."

The blonde president disagreed.

He threw away the burger in his hand, picked up the coke at his hand and tucked it in a comfortable burp. Then he slowly wiped his hands and said:

"In my opinion, this is not a disaster. Afterwards, we can launch a propaganda offensive and attribute the source of this disaster to those superheroes who are unwilling to be lonely and mess around.

They signed the agreement I proposed, which they voluntarily retired, and now they went back on their word and jumped out to make trouble.

This will make the people hate them even more!

My voters will increase significantly, and this will help me win the midterm elections! My publicity team is ready to go, no problem, don't worry, two of you.

All this is under my control.”

"But the people will die!"

Fib's head is not a good thing either.

But even he was shocked by the president's thinking logic. In fact, this is not a bad idea, but the problem is that this is not the style of action that a president should have.

He said in a fierce tone:

"If the people know that you make such a choice in the face of such a thing, they will despise you! They don't even think about any midterm election.

Although your voters are not good at thinking, they will not support a cold-blooded person who regards people's lives as nothing to come to power."

"Who won't die? Besides, aren't there any freaks going to help them?"

The president glanced at him and said in a weird tone:

"As for the truth, are you still less hidden from fib? Just do it again, don't let them know the truth. Also, don't think I don't know, you ask your subordinates to investigate me secretly!

You have to do what I said!

Otherwise I will make your secret files public and we will be done together.”

The atmosphere in the entire office suddenly became silent.

The old man from the Ministry of Defense clenched his fists, he said:

"At least let our super warriors be dispatched and intervened in the situation. We have submitted that plan to you, and you have signed it. You think our warriors and superheroes are not the same concept.

It can be used to show your toughness and win the support of your irritable voters.

At least let them be dispatched in the official name...

Showing a little kindness occasionally will not affect your vote.”

"Um..."

The President touched his cool hair, and he opened his hands and closed them together. He repeated this several times, like playing an accordion, which was his unique way of thinking.

After more than ten seconds, he nodded and said:

"Yes. Let our awesome guys come out, but after they save the people, they will still arrest all the superheroes who are trying to make trouble!

My voters will definitely support me more because of this just cleanup.”

"Where are the street heroes of Dream Company? Should we catch them together?"

The old man from the Ministry of National Defense asked softly.

The president waved his hand immediately and said righteously:

"Street boys, unlike the annoying superheroes, are the guardians of the community, and the people like them very much. Their power is weak and they cannot cause a big mess.

Besides, the generous Mr. Roger and Saen have invested a lot of money in my midterm elections. They are both great people and great partners.

They can't chill their hearts."

"I'll go and arrange it right away."

The old man from the Ministry of Defense turned around and left. After walking out of the White House, he looked around, took out an encrypted mobile phone call, and said to the other end:

"My friend Roger, it took me a lot of effort to convince that idiot, but everything was done. Our super soldier was able to make an official debut."

"Very good, my friend, after this matter is over, Dream Company will open more advanced technologies to your labs. You will get the more powerful special gene warrior you have dreamed of."

The black fox's voice came from the other end, and he lowered his voice and said:

"And the magical 'Eternal Medicine' will be handed over to you together, and you will soon return to your energetic youth. Let our awesome guys take action.

We set up a war zone on the edge of New York City, where there are specially distributed equipment for them to use.

By the way, my friend.

Do you want to go to the battlefield and show the courage of the soldiers? Since that idiot can sit in the White House, why don’t you try to enter the political circle to develop?

Don’t worry about money. We are friends and we will try our best to support you.”

"Um..."

General Ross of the Ministry of Defense hesitated for a moment, and after a few seconds, he said:

"Indeed, I should think about my retirement career, and maybe becoming a senator or secretary of state is a good choice."

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A few minutes later, outside New York City, in the war zone.

A super soldier of hundreds of people strode out of the transfer talisman provided by Dream Company in full armed manner. As soon as they appeared, they won the cheers of the crowds who took refuge in the rear.

This means that the official forces have finally intervened in the disaster.

Although many people have complained about the government formed by this idiot president, it is always reassuring to see the official power in this critical moment.

"Mr. Cooper, we're meeting again."

As soon as this team of super soldiers entered the war zone, Cooper, led by the leader, heard a familiar call.

He turned his head and saw that his previous acquaintance Mike was standing in front of several large pots, cooking something.

"Mike, long time no see."

Cooper smiled at him, put the round shield in his hand behind him, and took a glass of weird, silvery light and cold water from Mike.

He asked:

"What's this?"

"This is a good thing, a potion made with magic potions."

Mike winked and said to Cooper:

"Drink it. Drink it can ensure that after you enter the nightmare, you will not be infected by the will of nightmare for thirty minutes. You only have thirty minutes to move.

Once the time comes, you must withdraw immediately."

"Um."

Cooper glanced at the strange illusion of evolution and transformation in the city ahead, and the Spartan warriors were rushing into it one after another, as if fighting some weird things.
To be continued...