The two presidents walked into a room, and only one escaped alive.

"How about we start this debate with gun politics?" Ryan said as he loaded his Beretta pistol. "Then we can move on to the war on terror. Spoiler alert: you're going to lose badly. ”

"I was about to suggest a dietary policy, Laddie," the living Michelin ad replied with dark humor, his left hand hidden behind his back. Ryan had been through this before, and he knew exactly what he was keeping, or who he should say. "You'll be the second person you care about the most."

He held out his left hand, and Ryan didn't flinch.

Big Fat Adam brings a hostage, just as he did when the messenger committed suicide. An Arab boy under the age of fourteen, tears of horror rolling down his cheeks. A Rusty Town resident is kidnapped as cannon fodder against the bunker's defenses.

"Although I prefer to eat French food," Adam said with a wicked smirk, grasping his prisoner with his right hand like a sandwich, "but I can eat the skewer—"

Ryan quickly fired three shots at him, one in the face and two in the left hand.

The big fat man Adam instinctively closed his eyelids, but the first bullet hit the giant's left eye and bypassed the carbonskin. The eye organs exploded into shrapnel and a rain of blood, and other bullets blew off the thumbs of the mentally ill.

A startled Adam let out a roar of pain as his victim slipped through his bleeding fingers.

"I'm sorry, Fatty, you made that joke before," Ryan said as he lunged at the fallen victim, activating his energy. "And it's not funny the first time!"

Adam's right hand reached out to grab his hostage, but stopped a few inches from his neck as the world turned purple. Ryan took his "girl in distress" in his arms and immediately walked out in the opposite direction.

As soon as time returned, Adam's carbon fist slammed into the metal floor, bending the steel.

"Run!" Ryan said as he helped the hostage to his feet.

"But—" He began to speak in the Turkish dialect, too frightened to react.

"Run through the hallway to the nearest polling station and stuff your ballot in!" Ryan shouted in the same language, and Adam rushed at them with murderous incarnation. "Vote for me!"

The hostages are too frightened to fulfill his patriotic duty, so Ryan decides to narrow down his vote. He began to freeze time, just as ogre Adam was protecting his face with his right hand.

Well? Strange timing.

However, Ryan still likes fixed targets, and he fires three shots at the psychopath's left leg. One bullet bounced off his knee, but the others blew holes in his calf.

"Let me introduce you to my friend Poor." Time begins again. Adam stumbled on the cold, hard ground, his hands still out of reach of the courier. "The surname is uranium."

President Romano was not in favor of gun control.

Where Ryan's presidential charisma fails, the fear of the opposition is like a charm. The hostages ran through the entrance hallway as fast as they could, leaving the two presidential candidates fighting for the White House.

"I remember that voice......" Adam stood up in a hoarse voice. Despite the calf injury, his enhanced genomic metabolism allowed him to persevere. "You are a child of blood. Caesar. You're here to settle accounts with us?"

"Actually, I'm here to claim your presidential office for myself," Ryan said, circling the giant from the left, waiting for his time to stop cooling down. "Even the people on your campaign voted for me!"

"The dead have no right to vote," Adam replied, though there was no false pleasure. He opened his jaw, stretched out an uninjured hand, and pulled out a grenade engraved with the McKellen logo. "You forgot to abstain."

He set off the bomb and threw it at Ryan.

The courier froze time and rushed to the left to dodge, and Adam lowered himself as if to sprint.

Ryan can't afford to waste his precious special ammo because he only has a limited amount of ammo. To make matters worse, although the quality of the bullet was top-notch, the caliber could not penetrate the carbon shield of the Colossus. The bones below the knee can be as hard as the skin that protects them, unlike lightning butts, where the bullets don't have enough force to destroy them.

The courier will write "rock-solid bullets" on his Christmas list, but in the meantime, he needs to aim for Adam's throat and stomach. Ryan wondered how a psychopath's second ability would react to an intestinal wound.

It's time to find out.

The messenger shot the psychopath in the abdomen, which was too large for him to even bother to aim. Over time, the bullet tore a hole in the carbon skin, but no blood came out of the wound. Ryan noticed that air was being sucked into the hole.

The live ammunition exploded, the burning red particles did not hurt anyone, and the big fat Adam rushed towards his opponent. Ryan had to dodge one punch sideways and then crouched down to dodge the second. The ogre's movement speed and agility outgrew his size, leaving his enemies with no breathing room.

To make matters worse, Ryan soon realizes that the psychopath's attacks are not random at all. While the Courier dodged the combo by retreating, he relied on the colored vat closer to the room.

Some of them contain counterfeit elixirs, or equally dangerous substances.

"Say no to drugs, kids," Ryan replied as he raised his gun and prepared to fight back, freezing time for better firepower. But the big fat Adam quickly covered his head, once again covering his only remaining eye.

A hint of doubt flashed through Lai's peace of mind.

The courier fired another shot into the frozen Adam's esophagus before diving between the giant's legs. The bullet made a hole in the madman's throat, but still no blood came out. Big fat Adam had a pocket-sized thing in his guts, but it seemed to extend all the way to the esophagus.

When time started again, Ryan had moved as far away from the knockcat vat as he could, while Ogre Adam quickly turned.

"Eight seconds, man." The leader of the Powers Gang said, glancing at the distance between Ryan's current location and his previous location. The wound in his throat made his voice hoarse, but he was still able to speak. "If you press it, it's 10. This is your limit. ”

"How do you know I'm Violet?" Ryan asked, holding Beretta pistol in one hand and grabbing a flying knife from under his trench coat with the other. "You didn't recognize me then."

"Call it intuition, boy," Adam replied, then grabbed the blue bucket of liquid with both hands and ripped it off the ground. Cables hung from the device, spraying the carbon-skinned man with a sky-blue, glittering liquid. "Acquaintance with the same kind."

Acid rain.

Adam is like acid rain. He could feel Ryan's power, at least instinctively.

For a long time, the Courier had never dueled with the leader of the Powers Gang. Each of them usually had backups, so Ryan never paid full attention to his movements. But the way the psychopath obscured his vital signs when the messenger tried to freeze time, or how quickly he reacted when time returned......

Ryan remembers the first time he met the big fat president, only to be the courier talking back and walking all the way through the room. He thought the guy was fast enough to hit him when his time stopped and it was over, but now, the Courier wondered if Adam really felt him.

That bastard! Even after so many cycles, he still has a trick hidden in his sleeve!

Thankfully, unlike acid rain, Fatass doesn't take full advantage of the reflexes and teleportation capabilities of this knowledge. Ryan still has the edge and, most importantly, he has experience.

The madman threw the vat at the courier, just as Ryan threw the knife at his right eye. Adam closed his eyelids, and the blade bounced back at it, but it gave the Courier time to adjust his target.

His bullet passed through the gap between the two fighters faster than a glass bucket, knocking out Adam's other eye. Ryan froze time before the vat hit him, quickly rushing to safety, counting his ammo.

He still has half left, but he is depleting reserves faster than the defense budget.

The vat exploded on the ground, squirting blue liquid and shards of glass in all directions. Ryan had fled to safety, but a puddle of liquid had been spilled on the steel floor.

If the water droplets pass through his clothes, reach the skin underneath......

"You know me, man," Adam said angrily, then picked up another vat of liquid, this time red. His face turned red from the blood coming out of his eyes. If anything, it's that the level of horror on the outside is now on par with that on the inside. "You know how I fight. Your movements are like a dancer rehearsing his performance. This is not the first time we have participated in an arena. ”

"But it will be the last time," Ryan replied, then realized his mistake as the blind psychopath threw the vat in his direction. He may have been blind, but he could still hear his enemies.

The courier dodged another projectile, but another red puddle joined the blue puddle, both covering half the room floor. Adam dragged a heavy flail out of his esophagus and swung it quickly with his right hand.

Realizing that he couldn't continue fighting in this arena without risking being exposed by the knockoff, Ryan rushed to the exit of the room. When Adam stepped on a drop of liquid, his boot made a sound, alerting him to his position.

The ogre's flail swooped down on Ryan's head so fast that the messenger had to stop time, lest it become a painting of Picasso, and rushed into the corridor without looking back. The Time Traveler heard the flail's spikes hit the wall with a devastating impact, but he made it out of the chamber safely.

At least that's what he thought.

A sharp pain swept across his waist, causing him to stumble down the hallway.

A panicked Ryan glanced at his stomach and saw an arrow sticking out of his trench coat. Bow and crossbow, the messenger heard footsteps behind him and realized. Crossbow bolts.

"There's nowhere to run around, isn't it?" Adam said as he put down the flail and walked into the steel hallway, his head hitting the ceiling. "You've been here before."

He grinned even harder, and a crossbow bolt came out between his teeth.

"I've been through it before."

Defecate.

Ryan endured the pain and fired with a Beretta pistol. He makes a hole in the throat and chest of the blind Adam, while the psychopath hits back with a barrage of crossbow arrows. First one, then two, then ten.

Ryan used his time-limited move to dodge the first volley, but the lightning embedded in him slowed him down. Time restarted, and one of the enemy's projectiles hit his right leg below the knee. The messenger collapsed on the cold, hard ground, and the ogre's footsteps drew closer.

"I can smell your fear," said Adam, who caught up with the messenger. These wounds did not slow him down. "When I saw you on camera, I knew something was wrong. Your timing is too perfect and your team is too well prepared. And then I thought...... If you can control time and make it stop, maybe you can turn it back as well?"

Ryan tries to shoot his enemy again, but realizes that he has run out of ammo. With the last card in hand, the Courier reached into his trench coat and grabbed his secret weapon.

It's time to see how far your pockets can stretch, than Bendam, Ryan thought.

"But if you could keep doing this, you'd have turned the clock back by now. If you're so scared of alternatives, the real deal will do even more harm. Adam opened his mouth, and the tip of the blue elixir syringe protruded from his esophagus. It's time to eat your Medici—"

"Obstructionist!" Ryan replied, and threw the detonator down Adam's throat.

Surprised, Adam instinctively swallowed and swallowed both Ah and his own blue elixir. The psychopath covered his mouth with his hands, perhaps trying to spit out the bomb, but it was too late for him to make a change.

Ryan immediately climbed as far as he could, while the gunshot wounds in the chest and throat of his enemies began to glow. "Good luck with you," he said, taking time to taunt his enemies one last time.

"Uh......" Adam belched, then spat out a mouthful of atomic fire.

It turns out that he has a lot of pocket space, but it's not unlimited.

As flames erupted from the mouth, nose, and gunshot wounds of the psychopath, the messenger barely had time to dive down. They hit the ceiling and walls of the hallway straight and melted the steel of the bunker. Ryan himself used a quick time stop to keep himself away from the path of the flames.

Just as the balloon deflated by the escape of air, the force of the flames tossed the ogre Adam backwards, his body bouncing off the wall. A beam of light came out of his empty eye sockets, and the blood dried up. The air in the hallway was heated 20 degrees, enough for Ryan to sweat under his coat.

Then, the flame goes out as fast as it spreads. Bibenton ended his escape at the threshold of the corridor, just in front of the vat room. By the time Ryan finally mustered up the courage to look up at him, the psychopath's face had turned into a volcanic landscape, his metallic skin melting from the charred hole that had once been his skull.

Adam's pocket space contained most of the explosion, but the flames from the explosion passed through his esophagus, nostrils, and the opening in his abdomen caused by the depleted uranium bullet, burning his organs from the inside.

"Spicy dessert, whale," Ryan said to Adam's corpse when he heard the footsteps of his companion. His vision was blurry due to blood loss and pain, but he couldn't help but giggle. "Served with karma sauce."

Ogre Adam did not answer.

The presidential debate of the "Yuan Gang" ended in a death

Like any good administration, Ryan's first thing when he takes office is to clean up the house.

Although, after the expulsion of the former vice-president, he had to call the shots in the infirmary. Thankfully, Livia knew exactly what to do with F

a

Agent K said something to guide him and even managed to get the overdose of Psyshock out of his care. She pretended to send him to a special doctor.

A doctor named Sykes.

"Thank God, you have an MD degree," Ryan said to Panda while lying on the operating table, his assistant was removing the crossbow bolt during the surgical operation and quickly bandaging the courier's wounds. Throughout the procedure, Livia sat next to her boyfriend and held his hand. "Except physics, philosophy, and almost every other discipline."

"I'm not a fast learner anymore, master, but I remember everything!" The panda replied as he bandaged his wounds. "Does it hurt?"

"I'm a Vietnam veteran," Ryan replied, "and I can tolerate anything." ”

Livia said thoughtfully, "Be careful, fake veterans won't stay in the office for long."

"I've experienced more wars than colds!" Ryan protests, then apologizes to his partner for losing the elixir. "I'm sorry you can't get twice as much strength this time. Do you want an easy job as an apology? What about Air Force One?"

He owes his victory to the panda. In the previous cycle, Bear's fight with Adam taught Ryan that the leader of the Spirits was vulnerable to internal damage, so he came up with the idea of using Ah as a deadly main course.

"He might have a second wish," Livia said with a wistful smile. "The elixir of life is a superdimensional entity that is resistant to a large amount of damage. I've seen the possibility of extracting it from Adam's pocket dimension. ”

Ryan hopes so. He can't see this cycle as a perfect run with casualties, Elixi

It is also a sentient creature. "What's going on on the scene?" The president asked. "How are the troops?"

His first lady explained: "Others are helping Lane transport mentally ill people in captivity to underwater habitats." "We are also administering first aid to the hostages."

"Casualties?"

"No," she said, and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Thank you."

The news came as a relief. In order to get from Meta-Ga

g hands to save Rust Tow

, Rya

After more than 10 cycles, he finally succeeded.

After being warned, the Alchemist and the Carnival will leave for New Rome. They will conquer the bunker, exploit its resources, and lay the foundation for its eventual destruction. Eventually, McLaren's ghost will be buried back six feet underground, never to be a threat to the world again.

However, Ryan couldn't rest on his laurels. Upon recovery, he will smash the hammer at Dinas and bury his past. As for Augustus......

"And what about Geist—" Ryan asked, but Livia was amused and put her index finger against his lips. "Hmm!"

"Shhhh "Before we start tomorrow's challenge, let's celebrate today's victory, Ryan. We deserve it. ”

He couldn't argue with that.