From time to time, the sound of sirens flashed out of the window and then disappeared. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Fei Lun leaned back on the sofa, picked up a bottle of Coke, and looked at the TV in front of him. On television, a spokesman in a suit and leather shoes stared at him with a serious face.

"We confirm that this spate of killings in Washington was perpetrated by terrorists. Mr. President has ordered the formation of a huge team led by the FBI dedicated to finding these terrorists! We swear that they will never escape the United States, and as long as they find his traces, we will do whatever it takes to completely eliminate the culprits who endanger the security of the United States and the world! We will definitely not compromise with terrorists!! ”

"He's so hard........."

Looking at the hysterical ugliness of the spokesman on TV, Pheren took a sip of Coke, and then he turned his head and looked at the pale-faced man sitting next to him with a smile on his face.

"Are you right? General Marshallese? ”

“………………”

Hearing Faeron's inquiry, General Marshall looked at him coldly, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything at the moment. The only thing he could do was express his anger with eyes full of rage, and he clenched his hands, the killing intent revealed in those eyes, if they could be turned into raging fire, enough to burn Faeron to ashes.

Unfortunately, none of this is of any avail.

"It seems that you really haven't experienced real war."

Looking at the hideous and distorted expression of the white man in front of him, Faeron smiled slightly.

"See? Checkmate? This is war, the real war, between us capable people and you inferior creatures. This earth is yours and ours, but in the end it is ours. Since you do not understand this, then be prepared to face the test of iron and blood. ”

“……… Wishful thinking, you monster ........."

Hearing this, General Marshall finally couldn't help but speak, and he glared at Faeron coldly.

"You're making an enemy of the whole country, you're not going to succeed, and if I could, I wish I could see you die a tragic death, it would make me happy!!"

"Wrong, General Marshalles."

Hearing General Marshall's words, Pheran raised his finger and shook it gently.

"I'm not making enemies of the whole country, I'm fighting the whole world, but so what? The world is ours, and you have withdrawn from the stage of history, if you can understand this truth, it is fine, but unfortunately, now it seems that you are planning to go against the sky......... Well, that's not right, survival of the fittest is the law of nature, and as human beings, we have to abide by the laws of nature. Now the young are really naughty......... I don't even talk about the rules. ”

Speaking of this, Pheren glanced at the TV in front of him again, and at this moment the spokesman was saying, "In order to combat the arrogance of terrorists, the president will give a speech at the White House......... and hearing this, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a strange smile. Looking at Faerun's expression, General Marshall's face changed suddenly.

"You, what do you want to do?"

"I'm going to do the thing you're thinking about right now, huh......... It's almost time to say hello to the President, and if I remember correctly, it was his troops who had dealt with my companion before. ”

"That's the FBI! It is the team commanded by Director Cliffor, and it has nothing to do with His Excellency the President! ”

"But he must be there, right?"

Facing the pale general and his body trembling, Faerun's expression was still so soft.

"Just like the bearded uncle you dealt with in the Middle East, he must be in a secret little room, watching a live video with the others......... Maybe after seeing my companion's death, he clapped and cheered and toasted with a glass of champagne to celebrate? ”

“…………………”

"Alright, it's almost time for me to go."

"No, you can't ........."

"No, I can."

Feren stood up and interrupted the roar of the old white man beside him.

"Look, that's the difference between me and you inferior creatures, and you don't know what you're provoking yet......... Oh, I guess you've watched too much sci-fi and really thought humans could be reborn in the face of Martians or some other mess? But for now, I can tell you unequivocally, don't talk about aliens......... I'm enough on my own. ”

After saying this, Faeron raised his right hand and shook it slightly at the man in front of him.

"THEN, BYEBYE."

"Poof."

With a soft sound, I saw that the body of the white man in front of Faeron trembled suddenly, and then turned into pieces of corpse like an invisible blade. And his head rolled to the ground with a "thump", spun on the floor with blood stains, and then stopped like a weaker football. Looking at this scene, Faeron nodded with satisfaction, and then he put on his sunglasses and turned to leave.

Inside the White House, the lights are shining.

Countless media reporters are holding cameras and microphones high, looking at the rostrum in front of them. They had a lot of questions to ask, but for now, everyone could only force their excitement and anxiety to wait for His Excellency the President's arrival. It didn't take long for the small door next to the rostrum to open, and then Mr. President walked in through the door with a gloomy face. Seeing his face, everyone was stunned, but before the reporter could figure out how to speak, he saw that Mr. President was already speaking with a gloomy face.

"I'm sorry, but I would like to give you the bad news here -- just two hours ago, General Marshall, a high-ranking general of our Department of Defense, was murdered in his home, and the other party's methods were extremely cruel, even sparing General Marshallese's five-year-old son......... After investigation, we confirmed that this was the work of the same terrorist who is currently causing a bloody storm in the country..............."

"What?"

"God, how can this be?"

"Mr. President, are we going to have nothing we can do with that damn terrorist?"

"Please be quiet!!"

In the face of everyone's inquiries, the president raised his hands and shouted loudly, and hearing his voice, the originally anxious reporters had to close their mouths and stare at the president in front of them, and the cameras kept pointing at their targets from all angles. I saw that the president's face was flushed and his fists were clenched.

"It's a war! This is a declaration of war by terrorists against us! We will not succumb to the threat and intimidation of such violence! I swear, no matter what the cost, we're going to catch that terrorist! Once we've figured out which organization that terrorist belongs to, we're going to wage war against him! The majesty of the United States brooks no provocation, God bless the United States! ”

"No, your God can't save anyone."

However, before the president could finish his words, suddenly, a voice with a bit of laughter sounded behind him, and then everyone saw that a figure suddenly walked out from behind the president and stood beside him. Seeing this scene, everyone was in an uproar, and soon saw the security guard next to him raise the gun in his hand and aim at the uninvited guest who suddenly came.

Even so, Fallon was still smiling, he reached out and straightened his collar and tie, then turned his head and nodded at the president next to him with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. President, this is the first time......... Well, this may be the last time we'll see each other. ”

"Who are you?"

Facing Faeron, the president frowned, his whole body tensed, he instinctively wanted to back away, as long as a roll, then he could jump off the rostrum, and then there would be security guards to protect him. But I don't know why, in the face of the young man's gaze in front of him, he didn't even dare to move. It was as if he was not in front of a human, but some kind of ferocious carnivore, opening its big mouth, intending to hunt itself.

"You don't have to know my name, and I'm not interested in letting the dead know my name. Excess self-awareness is also a disease that I think, you need to treat. ”

Facing the president in front of him, Pheren smiled slightly, and then everyone only saw a flash of cold light, and the next moment, everyone saw Pheren raise his right hand and stab a scalpel into the president's chest. Then, he turned slightly, and then saw the president's corpse in front of him "snap" like a watermelon split in two from the middle, and dirty blood spurted out, and the corpse that was cut from the middle only shook slightly, and then fell to the ground with a "poof".

“…………………”

The whole venue was silent, everyone's eyes widened, staring blankly at the corpse that was split from the middle, and even the guards who were supposed to rush forward were stunned in place, it was really too dramatic in front of them, just a blink of an eye, the president who was still clamoring to fight the terrorists to the end was killed in front of him......... Killed?

"Oh my God, he killed the president!!"

"Ahh

"Run! Come on! ”

For a moment, the whole venue was in turmoil, and the angry guards raised their guns to aim at Faeron, but before their fingers pulled the trigger, the bodies of these guards suddenly trembled, and then split apart like building blocks and scattered all over the ground. Seeing this scene, those reporters screamed again and again, and for a while, the entire venue was filled with screams, begging for mercy and gunshots, but all this lasted less than a minute before it came to an end.

"It's so much better now."

Looking at the completely shattered corpse on the ground in front of him, Faeron nodded in satisfaction, and then he straightened his collar again, and then looked at the camera in front of him, revealing a charming smile.

"Trust me, this is just the beginning."