Crowds of people, many of them teenagers, gathered in front of the Smithsonian museums, many of whom arrived a day early after learning that it was the meeting place.

The banners were pulled there, looking quite Hollywood-style.

"Death to mutants!"

"This world doesn't need your protection!"

Some missionary-looking people are standing on the table, holding a certain scripture in their hands, and wearing hoodies that look quite "fairy-like", but the words they are shouting hoarsely with a big amplifier in their hands sound very ridiculous.

"People, they are devils, and they can only have those powers if they sell their souls to Satan. Their mouths will breathe flames, their eyes will deceive people's hearts, their words will kill believers, they are the embodiment of the devil in the world! We must not allow them to enter our world in a grand manner! Just as vampires are never allowed to enter the Holy See!"

They really have the talent to be pastors or missionaries, and they kneel in front of him not only farmers with low academic qualifications, but also white-collar workers, students, and all kinds of elites, who are bewitched by such words, eager to fight for their lives with those so-called "devil mutants", and then overtake them.

The military has fenced around the museum in front of the museum, with armoured vehicles, barbed wire and a barrier that makes it look like an embassy in Baghdad.

Many reporters crowded at the front of the crowd outside the quarantine circle, their guns and cannons already loaded, just waiting for the arrival of the "actors" they saw as them.

"I'm Johnson, a reporter for The New York Times! As you can see, the atmosphere is very lively! Everyone is waiting for the so-called 'mutants' to arrive, but they are said to have left an hour ago and should have arrived here ten minutes ago. But no, they still haven't arrived, and I've heard that they've received some kind of armed attack on their way here! I'm very curious about whether they'll be coming to the meeting today, and if the so-called 'mutants' are attacked, will they use their abilities to torture those attackers? We'll see!"

A Harley flew high and rolled and dismembered on the road after crashing into a car that had deliberately stopped in the middle of the road. As with it, there is also its owner, or rider, fragmented.

The noisy crowd hurriedly dispersed a space, and a black Cadillac drove unhurriedly, and then rolled over the wreckage of the burning motorcycle impartially.

It is said to be black, but in fact, the car is almost red, and it still has a broken arm and a leg hanging on the front gear and rearview mirror, judging from the integrity of this car, it should not be a member of the car.

When the car drove away, people found out that there was a guy who was stuck under the car and was pushed all the way, which also caused the Cadillac to drive over, leaving three red "ruts" behind the car.

As it rolled over the wreckage of the motorcycle, the Cadillac bounced, and the poor guy was finally completely freed, and there was a scream from the crowd around him, and the guy saw that only half of the ground was rubbed off.

"They're not afraid of the bandits?" someone recognized his clothes.

"What are you kidding, they are not even afraid of the army, they will be afraid of the bikers?"

While people were talking, the Cadillac slowly drove towards the isolation circle. The people who were still impassioned just now seemed to be not afraid of heaven and earth, and when they really came face to face with this car that was almost like being splashed with plasma, they shrank back one by one.

Those big soldiers were also stunned when they saw this car that seemed to come out of hell, but no one thought to get up to lift the pole when the car was parked in front of the gate for a long time, until Wang Ling pressed the horn impatiently, and they hurriedly went to lift the pole as if they had just woken up from a big dream, and let this murderous car in.

Jonathan and Bingning's faces were not very good, as passengers, they clearly watched Wang Ling's operation all the way, and in just a few kilometers, at least fifty bikers died under the wheels of Cadillac.

Wang Ling's muscles were tense, some of them didn't recover from the murderous aura, his eyes were red, and his cold gaze really had a bit of devilish momentum. His mood has been very bad since Franklin's death, and the slander, sarcasm, and abuse in the news in recent days have made his mentality even worse, so to speak, he is now an over-dried explosive barrel, and the slightest spark will explode.

It was the first time he had killed someone, and he had thought that the guys would give up, but the bikers were as disgusting as kraft candy stuck to the soles of their shoes, and from time to time they were trying to fly the four-wheeled tank with explosives.

So, Wang Ling was really angry, and the anger that had been accumulated for a long time suddenly came out, when a guy drove in front of them and jumped on the hood to try to put a grenade on the front gear, he braked the car directly, and the guy immediately ripped off the wiper and fell.

Then Wang Ling drove the Cadillac back and forth four or five times, until he crushed this bastard who was not afraid of death into mud before continuing to drive forward, making Lin Ling almost vomit.

The scene was a little weird for a while, Wang Ling pulled the car door and got out of the car, glanced around the crowd, and no one dared to look at him for a while with those terrible eyes.

"Wang Ling, mentality. ”

At this moment, a cool and gentle voice sounded in the headphones, it was Bingning, at this time she was standing on the roof of a building, looking at this side with a telescope, with a stout Xm109 in front of her, she would not attend the meeting with Jonathan, her task was to eliminate potential threats.

As for those bikers? Bingning believed that unless Wang Ling used tanks after he got into the car, it would be impossible for these "Muggles" to pose any threat to Wang Ling.

Bing Ning's voice calmed down Wang Ling a lot, and he also recovered from the abnormal state of killing red eyes, he shook his head and said sorry softly.

Jonathan lit a cigar for himself and walked straight into the museum, in front of him was a little girl who was acting as a guide, she seemed to be afraid of the three of them, and walked as fast as she could with her head down and her high heels.

Part of the museum has been sorted out as a venue, no media have been allowed to enter here, around which the flags of all the countries of the moment have been placed, and the other attendees have already arrived.

"Please extinguish your cigarettes. A security guard said to Jonathan, not so confident.

Jonathan took a deep breath, spit out his eyes, and asked, "And this rule?"

“… But this is the nations..."

"Thanks for the reminder. Jonathan walked in with a cigar in his mouth.

The setup here is very interesting, the five permanent members are at the front, the other countries are arranged around this venue, and opposite the permanent seats, there is a separate table and chair with a sign on it that reads: Representatives of the Superpowers.

The leaders of these countries were exchanging something, and after Jonathan came in with a big grin, the venue suddenly fell silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on this mysterious "superpower".

"I thought, this is not a trial, why is it posing as a court?"

Jonathan walked over to his place, bowed slightly to the presidents, and sat down in his chair. As for Wang Ling and Lin Ling, they found seats in the back and sat down.

"So, you're just... Kindness... The leader of the Superpowered Order?" President Berry asked, speaking as a bigwig.

"It looks like this meeting is going to be in English. Jonathan shrugged his shoulders and pulled Mike over the place in front of him, "Hello national leaders, it seems like an honor for me to say it, it's hard to believe that in the 21st century, there can be a time when all countries can come together in a very harmonious manner." Okay, without digression, you can call me Jonathan, the leader and the organization of superpowers... I don't know how you came up with the name of such a dirty hat, we call it Soul Hunter. ”

As soon as the words fell, those presidents began to exchange words and began to communicate with each other, human beings are indeed a magical species, and there are always endless wars when there is no external threat.

And when they have the same "threat", you can see that the presidents of Iran and Israel are sitting together, and the two of them are talking with the same solemn faces.

"It seems that I have also contributed to world peace, should I be awarded a Nobel Peace Prize? ”

"Please be serious. ”

President Россия glared at Jonathan, "You must know that you have destroyed hundreds of billions of weapons and equipment in our country! You have also caused hundreds of deaths in the army!

His rhetoric was so intense that the whole room was so quiet that it was an exaggeration to say that a pin could be heard, but everyone waited with bated breath for Jonathan's answer.

Hiss ~ Whew ~

Jonathan snapped out another eye, and he met it without fear, his fingers tapping on the table. After a pause, he said quietly, "I want you to understand one thing, if we don't use those weapons, then don't talk about the world now, at least your country is finished!"

His emotions were suddenly a little excited, and he stood up directly, "Everyone present, didn't anyone see the live broadcast? The enemy deliberately left the helicopters of those media outlets, and you all saw everything on the scene through satellites. If we hadn't done everything we could to kill the apostles, would you still have the chance to sit here and question me?!"

"As for the troops you mentioned, I'm sorry, they were our men in the first place! The best and best commissioners we were! But they all sacrificed for your safety, so that you could still sit here!!"

Jonathan's attitude made the presidents present a little flustered, and even the most elite guards hidden in the venue had quietly pulled out their guns.

"Excuse me, is the apostle you speak of the woman?"

"Yes, she's an apostle, and you must be curious about what that name means. You can understand it as Satan, Lucifer, Hades, Hades, all fit. Her identity is to destroy the world. ”