"Bang" A fat package fell at Qin Wuyang's feet. Including the three next to it, it was as high as one person. After a while, two middle-aged men and women ran out of the corridor panting.

"Henry, come and carry the package. We should be faster. We are already too far behind others!" The red-haired woman jumped twice, and her fat body was shaking. Because the congestion on the street was too strong, all cars were paralyzed, and their speed was not much faster than that of the turtle. Therefore, at this time, the long-distance running athletes needed. A fat man like Mr. Henry obviously did not meet the requirements.

"Susan, let's go to the White House. In the entire United States, the White House is the safest! No one dares to attack the White House in the United States. Russians dare not, and aliens dare not." Henry looked at the endless road, touched a cold sweat, had an idea, and came up with a brilliant idea to his wife.

Susan was stunned when she heard this, then jumped into Henry's arms, and her overweight body trembled Henry's legs, "Henry, you are the best! This idea is simply awesome! Maybe we still have the chance to sit on the President's Air No. 1? That's a treatment that only a few people can enjoy!"

Henry took the opportunity to put down Susan, took out a cigar and put it in his mouth, laughed and said, "What are we waiting for?"

Susan shook, "Come and carry your bag!" and twisted her butt to walk towards the city center. Henry sighed and looked at the pile of luggage that looked like a hill, and was speechless. He carefully put the cigar into the aluminum box sealed by tin foil and put it away. Henry accepted his fate and pulled up the bag of luggage, as if Yugong was moving a mountain, and resisted it on his shoulders.

Facing Qin Wuyang's surprised gaze, Henry said earnestly: "Young man, don't get married!" Seeing his appearance, he seemed to cry!

Qin Wuyang was surprised and even more funny. These two people were so lively.

Following them and walking towards the White House, Qin Wuyang really wanted to see what happened to them. Will the US President let them in?

Countless journalists outside the White House stay here like stinky flies. If they want to get first-hand news, they have to take great risks.

Fortunately, the young US president and his staff are still in the White House, which means that everything is still under control. Dozens of gun-carrying military and police patrol outside to prevent idle people from entering and disturbing many political leaders.

The Secretary of Defense and Cabinet members have left Washington and hid. Now the White House is full of the president's direct descendants, and here he is full of words.

The government is now in a state of turmoil and communication with the aliens above its head is extremely unsuccessful. No matter what password the US government issues, the other party will not respond.

When Henry and Susan arrived at the door, they were stopped by the military and police. Although the two complained and protested, they finally had to surrender to reality and turn back sadly.

Qin Wuyang sneered and said, "It's really like a crow in the world!"

Just as he was about to leave, a sudden change occurred. A man in a robe slowly stepped out of the crowd and walked towards the cordon of the military and police with a smile on his face. This man was dressed in Indian clothes and looked typical of Central Asian ethnicity.

"Stop!" Two nearby soldiers and police immediately raised their guns and aimed at them. At this moment of panic, the soldiers and police were particularly irritated. If they were to break into the White House in normal times, even if someone broke into the White House, they would not let the police shoot. But now the sword of Damocles hung above their heads, which made the police act a little excessive.

"Your behavior has violated American law. If you take another step forward, we will shoot!" One of the military police still remembers the warning, while the other black military policeman has a very hot temper. He takes big steps and will beat someone up.

While walking, he cursed and said, "You bitch, haven't your mother taught you to respect the superiors?"

The man in white robe smiled and watched the other person approaching, reached out and pointed forward, saying, "May Shiva bless you!" This inappropriate sentence made the military and police stop immediately.

Then it split into pieces in an instant.

"Fuck, bitch!" Another military policeman immediately opened fire, and a series of bullets shot out of the muzzle of mp5, sparks splashed everywhere. The bullet made of fine steel ran towards the white-robed man at an unprecedented speed under the powerful push of gunpowder.

"May Shiva bless you!"

Facing the warhead that was shot like rain, when he came to the white-robed man's body three feet away, he hit a thin layer of golden light, and then he ran out of kinetic energy and landed on the ground with crackling sound.

"Monster, he is an alien!" The onlooker shouted, while the policeman who was spotted by the white robe exploded like an over-inflatable ball.

Blood rains are flying, both journalists and ordinary people have only seen such cruel pictures on TV screens. When one day the picture becomes a fact and ketchup really turns into flesh and blood, they only know how to do one thing - scream and run away!

"Call the firepower, if the enemy invades, it is a monster, call for the firepower support!" The leading military police were sweating profusely and shouted loudly at the phone. Other military police were pouring bullets at the white-robed man, but their actions were obviously futile. The white-robed man did not entangle with them, and broke directly into the White House. If someone stopped him, it would immediately turn into blood rain. The sentence "May Shiva bless you" was not known as a curse or a magical technique, but its power was very terrifying.

In Qin Wuyang's perception, the man in white robe pointed out that there was no fluctuation of energy, which was shattered by convenience. This was not a simple spell, but a certain kind of magic. In the vast and boundless selection space, there were too many mysterious stories, and no one dared to claim that he was familiar with all the skills.

However, all magical techniques must have level suppression. This magical technique looks extremely powerful, but can only be used to slaughter ordinary people. Once they face a strong man, their effect will inevitably be greatly reduced. Once they face a divine master, unless Shiva arrives in person, this magical technique is only worthy of Qin Wuyang to scratch it.

The riots outside made many politicians in the White House uneasy. The young president once participated in the Gulf War. Although he was an air force, he had experienced a cruel war after all. He was enough to calm everyone down.

The military and police deployed outside were enough to resist the attack of a company, but now it is difficult to delay the opponent's progress. Such strength is no longer something that ordinary people can resist.

Although the president's face was a little gray, he was still calm. He slowly stood up from his seat and said lightly: "Start immediately from the back door, take a helicopter and leave for Air No. 1. Don't panic, leave in order!"

The president's calmness made everyone admire him. Several agents took out pistols to escort the president, ready to block the enemy's attack for the president at any time.

But when you think about it with your knees, you will know that dozens of military and police officers outside could not stop the other party, and these small pistols could only play a psychological role of comfort.

A group of dozens of people came out of the back door, but they walked not far away and saw a man sitting on the blades of the helicopter, staring at them coldly, as cold as a poisonous snake.

The pilot fell at the door, and blood slid down drop by drop, forming a pool of blood on the grass.

Seeing everyone's horrified expressions, the man grinned and said, "Gentlemen, this road is not open!"
Chapter completed!