"Release Steven Rogers!"

"Release Captain America!"

"Punish those criminals and refuse amnesty!"

The crowd was outraged, and the once spacious steel fence gates of the White House were now blocked by bustling crowds holding rudimentary T-shaped planks and shouting similar slogans.

A man with a wide body and a fat body stripped off hundreds of millions, climbed the iron railing with his bare hands amid the cheers of everyone, and was about to climb into the White House lawn with his big pants shaking.

Zla,

The security guard in black body armor pulled a stun gun out of his pocket and knocked the civilian to the ground with a slight aim, his body shaking with the sound of a crackling electric shock.

"Damn!" the chief of security put his head on his forehead, this was the third or fourth civilian in recent days to try to climb over the walls of the White House, and he would be able to go up to the intruder with a 100% military fist and engage in a friendly torture with him.

But now, the chief of security was a million unwilling to provoke these crazy people, and he instructed his men to carefully carry the intruders away on stretchers, while holding a loudspeaker to comfort the demonstrators outside.

"Disperse, everyone," shouted the security chief, "please don't stop us from doing our job." ”

"Release Steven Rogers!"

The cries of the people completely overwhelmed him, and even through a sturdy steel fence, the security supervisor could still feel an inexplicable chill walking through his body.

"It's insane. He muttered to himself, sensing the occasional flash of determination in the eyes of the people.

The burly security guards stood outside the iron gate, swept away the fingers that were clinging to the iron gate railing with a baton covered with thick rubber, and pressed their muscular bodies against the gate.

"Head, do you want to power the gate?"

The secretary behind the director asked softly.

"You dare?!" the director jumped in fright, "No one can do anything to the people without my order, do you hear?"

The civilians of America, now oppressed, can be described as a large pile of dry gunpowder, and the slightest fuse ignites the anger to explode and tear the whole of America to pieces.

Thanks to the discontinued private network technology services, the people of America have returned to the era of radio shortwave communication, various private radio stations have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and programs such as "Brotherhood of Steel" and "Cross Star Alliance" have been repeatedly banned and rectified, but there is never a time to stop.

"God bless America!"

"God bless Captain America!"

The slogan is not neat, the sturdy iron gate is crumbling under the impact of the crowd, and the sharp iron thorn at the top of the fence points to the sky, just like the British flag standing in the Boston tea party.

The head of security gritted his teeth, saying that no matter what he said, he could not let people break into the White House.

He raised his arms high, the walkie-talkie was already close to his mouth, and the tear gas and stun grenades were already ready, just waiting for his order.

"Wait!"

The President walked briskly out of the main entrance of the palace and stopped the head of security from preparing to activate the predetermined plan.

Dressed only in the ordinary, defenseless and thin suit, he walked casually to the iron gate and looked at the indignant people.

"My fellow Americans, please believe in the Confederate House, now that Steven Rogers is in a quarantine cell below us, he has not been tortured in any way, and we are holding him for his own safety. After the investigation of him is completed, everything will be tried and investigated in accordance with the normal legal process. If you wish, I can ask him to come up and clarify this fact now. ”

The president looked directly into the inquiring eyes of the people with great sincerity and said calmly: "There is no need for more innocent blood to be shed." Ladies and gentlemen, look behind you, for the great nation that once had all its glory is now in decay, and the only way to overcome the difficulties before us is to work together and move forward hand in hand....."

"Liar!" a tall, thin young man spat into the bar, indignantly said: "I am fed up with the lies of you politicians, and we have pinned our hopes on you again and again, fantasizing that one day this country will be able to get rid of its ills and rectify its thinking, but how can you devote half of your attention to safeguarding the interests of the common people except for indulging in the game of righteous governance?"

For the sake of votes, you can openly sell out your national interests, and for the sake of support, you can even lure wolves into the house, take the initiative to lower the proportion of the Juche ethnic group's survival, and rely on those leftist remarks to be generous to others, just to get more support from immigrants. ”

He stared disdainfully at His Excellency the President, who needed to be looked up to in the past, and said in the most contemptuous and disgusting tone: "I love this country, but you don't love her." ”

The president tried to argue, but the noise completely overpowered him, and as the iron door was constantly shaking, three or four black super security guards had already rushed to his side and surrounded him.

"Let go, let go of me!"

The president was embarrassed and angry and pushed the security guards to face the crowd head-on, as long as they can convince the people once, they can persuade the second and third times, compromise and mediation, and concessions and cooperation can maintain the operation of the country and achieve a balance of interests.

At this moment, the slightly embarrassed Captain America was led out of the basement by several armed men and walked onto the White House lawn.

Steven, who was wearing heavy shackles, saw the people holding shields outside the iron gate, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he just wanted to speak,

Bang!

As one of the screws of the iron gate suddenly broke, the gate suddenly toppled forward, and the surging crowd wrapped the stunned people in the front row, pushing and rushing towards the depths of the White House lawn.

"Don't attack, don't attack, do you hear?!"

The President's voice was so faint in the crowd that he shouted hoarsely, trying to get orders into the ears of his men.

The scene was extremely chaotic, crowded and stamped, shouting and shouting, and the president was swallowed up by the crowd.

He was knocked to the ground, his head pounding heavily on the solid marble steps, blood pouring out, his eyes closed, and he didn't know if he was alive or dead.

"No!"

Captain America exclaimed, his muscles swelled, and he easily broke free from the shackles, knocked down the two security guards behind him, and rushed towards the president who fell to the ground.

He grabbed the president's shoulders, blood sliding down the hem of his robe, scarlet smearing his pale prison uniform.

Bang!

A dull shot rang out, the sound of a silenced sniper rifle during White House security procedures.

Steven lowered his head a little dazedly, a large opening in his chest, and he could vaguely see the pounding heart.

The sturdy body collapsed, and the last scene that caught Captain America's eyes was a series of muzzle flames blooming among civilians.