At one o'clock in the morning on December 25, a phone call entered the White Palace in the Seahawk Kingdom.

"I need to pick up Mr. President."

"Mr. President is on vacation." The operator said calmly.

Of course, the President's Christmas holiday is a routine. After all, the world is so quiet and peaceful now that there is nothing that can make Mr. President stop spending the Christmas holiday.

"So please tell me the contact information of Mr. President." The other party refused to give in.

"Is there something important?" asked the operator.

"There is very, very important news. I even think that if Mr. President is temporarily inconvenient, please help me transfer to the Vice President or Secretary of State." The other party said.

The operator paused for a moment: "Okay, I'll transfer the president to you now, please wait for a moment."

Three minutes later, Mr. President, who was on vacation in the manor west of Seahawk, was broken into the room and turned on the lights in the room.

"Mr. President, your phone number."

"I don't want to answer the phone!" The sleeping president was very angry. After all, for the elderly, every sleep is a date with his beloved. It is indeed a heinous thing to interrupt his date.

"Mr. President, it's a very important thing." The straight guard held his cell phone in his hand, with a serious expression.

"How important!" the President muttered: "Can it be that the polar bear country fired missiles at us five minutes ago and needed me to take out my safe to fight back now?"

"It's not that bad situation yet." The guard sighed and handed it on his cell phone: "But it does need to sacrifice your precious sleep time to hear the report and decide on the measures."

"By the way, Mr. Secretary of State asked me to warn the President to try not to tweet first this time."

As he said this, the phone had been handed to the President. Since the words had reached this point, he reluctantly tried to make it difficult for the blonde president to take the phone on the bed, say a few words to the person inside, and then put the phone flat. A holographic projection was cast upward from the screen of the phone. At the first moment of seeing the scene in front of him, the president did not hold the phone firmly. The phone fell from his hand and rolled a few times on the soft quilt. The projection image just above his head was also closed.

The president was still in shock and looked at the guard: "What did I see just now?"

The guard shook his head: "I'm not sure if it's specific."

"Pick it up." The president pointed to the cell phone at his feet. The guard nodded, took out the cell phone, lit the screen, and after it was placed smoothly, the projection that appeared in front of the two people was re-displayed. Only the night view of this bustling city can be seen, and the tall buildings were filled with drones like wasps. There were various parade machines on the avenue. These machines were mainly cars, but also cult products such as washing machines, sweeping robots, and even bread machines and refrigerators.

Of course, the most conspicuous thing is a black robot that is two meters tall.

For some reason, the president always felt inexplicably familiar when he looked at the robot.

"Have I seen this robot somewhere?" the president looked at the guard.

"If I remember correctly, Mr. President should have posted a video about this robot a few months ago," the guard replied.

The president clapped his hands and said, "I said we must be secretly developing this kind of war weapon, but the Secretary of State always told me that this is impossible! Look, isn't the evidence coming out now?"

"No, I think this should be just a model made by ordinary people?" The guard touched his nose and said uncertainly: "Because the one in front of him looks only two meters high, only less than half the height of the video you posted at that time."

"Is that true?" the president nodded: "Perhaps we are doing the mini version?"

"Forget it, don't care about that." The president waved his hand and decided not to argue whether this was a mini version.

"Where do you think this place looks like?"

Although the big cities of Seahawk Kingdom always have some similarities, the guards still recognized at a glance where the place in the image should be.

"This seems to be, Los Santo?"

"Yes, this is the capital of Los Angeles who was killed in heaven." The president nodded, and his sleepiness had almost been expelled.

"Are you sure what they gave me is not a clip from a game or a science fiction movie? It's like the one I accidentally sent out?"

This is obviously something you can do. The guard complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it. He just said erroneously: "They shouldn't dare because you will fire their squid, but no one can fire your squid."

The president thought carefully and found that the guards were right.

No one dares to fool themselves like this. Although there is no charge for deceiving the monarch in the Sea Eagle Kingdom, the consequences of saying that you dare to use such videos to joke with the president will actually be quite serious.

Even if the president cannot be beheaded, at least he will be scolded and removed from office and said that you are fired.

"Can I tweet this first?" The president looked at the guard and began to log in to his tweet account smoothly when he said this.

"So what title do you want to match?" The guard looked at the president: "Let the sea eagle burn again? Or a beautiful landscape?"

If the situation was not special, the guard would not have chosen to directly confront the president like this. Although his position is not as high and powerful, he can at least serve around the president, with a prominent position and a very generous salary.

But this is a matter that the Secretary of State repeatedly instructed the President not to tweet.

"Probably, we are in crisis?" The president looked at the guard hesitantly: "After all, our election is coming again, which will allow the general public to see the importance of having my strong leadership."

"But please wait until the crisis is resolved." The guard sighed, took the president's mobile phone, skillfully helped the president withdraw from his blog account, and then took out another mobile phone from his pocket.

"This is the call from the Minister of Defense. He wants to ask His Excellency the President for advice, after all." The guard looked at the President's blonde: "We have not had much time."

"Yes, we don't have much time." The president nodded, realizing the seriousness of the matter: "How is the casualties? Get me another bottle of Coke, which will keep me awake."

The guard handed the president a cold coke and poured it into a high-legged cup. He also thoughtfully added ice cubes. The president drank a big gulp and then answered the phone.
Chapter completed!