"You..." Rolando was a little moved.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to help you." The glimmer of light flashed in Gathia's eyes, "It's just that I have never tried to resist fate. This time, I want to try it occasionally."

"You can enter that house. The Vishanti magic barrier should be able to withstand these ion cannons for a while."

Roland nodded, "I understand."

Gathia turned his head and looked at the other magicians standing on the roof, "Now you should believe me, right?"

They nodded and looked around in amazement.

"It's really incredible. Parallel time and space actually exist." Watson sighed.

"Nothing is strange, the so-called incredible, and the so-called miracle belongs to the category of magic."

Daniel said calmly, and he looked at each other with Gathia and Sherlock. This time, there was a little different connection between them, which was the sensation between the two magicians.

"It seems that during this time when I was away, you have encountered many interesting things," said Daniel.

"Same for you," Sherlock said.

"Okay, let's talk about the old words later. If you drag on it, the humans in this world should be damn. Just do what you want to do as agreed in advance."

As he said that, Gathia looked up and murmured softly as he looked at the starship above.

"And I should do what I should do,"

Then, they disappeared from the same place, and the other magicians also disappeared from this place one after another.

"Rolando, who are they?"

After they disappeared, the momentum that made them afraid to speak disappeared. Josie breathed a little relieved and looked at Rolando in confusion.

Claya looked at Gatia's departure back and looked at her palms. She finally knew why Gatia and Rolando's temperament changed so much.

"They are the saviors of this world." Rolando murmured softly as they looked at the direction they left...

......

"Mr. President, please enter the underground bunker of the White House immediately. The situation in New York is not clear. The enemy is likely to enter Washington. The enemy has weapons that are even more terrible than nuclear bombs. Only by hiding in the underground bunker can we ensure your safety."

In the White House office, Secret Service Director Mark said seriously to a white man in front of him.

The white man nodded, then couldn't help saying, "My son..."

"According to the latest information we obtained before the communication is cut off, he is currently trapped in Harvard, hiding in Harvard's air raid shelter, temporarily safe."

"Those bunch of bastards exploded Columbia University!" the white man murmured in absent mind, "Although he was not sure of the specific motive, Harvard was not safe either."

"Don't worry, we know this too. Team 7 and Team 8 have already gone to Harvard to start rescue, but..." Mark paused, and he was a little reluctant to speak.

"Tell me, as a president with Mi Lijian, you still have this ability to withstand it." The white president said with a trembling breath.

Mark nodded, "The enemy's technology is conservatively estimated to be more than four centuries than us. Apart from the ground battlefield, we have some advantages, the air is not the enemy's opponent at all, but it is only relative, we..."

"I see."

The white man slowly closed his eyes. He clearly met him yesterday morning, but he was farewell forever.

At this time, outside the White House office, a worker in a suit walked in with a laptop.

"His Excellency the President, the meeting of the Five Constant Heads of State has begun."

The white man looked at each other and Mark stepped back tactfully, leaving behind the president and Mi Lijian's senior management.

About half an hour later, the office door opened again, and the president and a group of senior officials walked out of the door. At this moment, even an ordinary soldier could feel their solemnity.

"Let's go." The president said in a low voice.

Mark's heart sank.

There was no response, but walked in front of the president to guide the way for everyone. Except for the Secret Service and the top military leaders, the entire team was wearing suits and ties, but everyone had never spoken, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

When he reached the entrance of the bunker, Mark finally couldn't help asking questions he shouldn't have asked.

"His Excellency President, what exactly did the meeting talk about?"

"Mark!" The four-star general Bruce behind the president couldn't help but laugh.

"Sorry, I asked more questions." Mark lowered his head.

“We made a decision together,” the president said.

'His Excellency the President.' Bruce couldn't help but remind.

"It's okay, they are qualified to know all this." The white president said in a low voice. "If human civilization is finally destroyed, no matter what they want, we will not let them succeed!"

At this point, Mark understood the president's meaning, which was nothing more than four words, both jade and stone were burned, which actually coincided with his guess.

Because according to the current trend, humans have no power to resist these sudden outsiders, and this is their only and last trump card.

"I understand." Mark's voice was also low, "this is the only way."

"You can go down with me, Mark." said the white man.

Mark was silent for a moment, then said, "No, I will not abandon my comrades, and I don't like to live underground for the rest of my life. I was born on the ground and should die on the ground."

"Mark..." The president looked at Mark, "You are a hero, and if this accident happens, you will achieve better."

"It is my lifelong honor to be able to be praised by His Excellency the President, so..."

He raised his palm and saluted the president.

"His Excellency the President, goodbye forever..."

The president looked at him quietly and said, "Goodbye."

Everyone was silent, and a depressed and heavy atmosphere gradually enveloped them.

"His Excellency President! That seems to be your son!"

At this time, the screams of someone beside him attracted the president's attention.

I saw a young man in a magic robe standing on the lawn and staring quietly here.

When he saw that person, the president became very excited. Even the sadness just now was diluted by this sudden joy. He shouted excitedly to the young man not far away.

"Sherlock!"

Sherlock looked at Leon, who was both familiar and unfamiliar in front of him with a complicated expression.

At this moment, he is no longer the simple and spiritual vest and shirt that used to be, but a very expensive suit.

His hair no longer drooped casually, but was carefully taken care of, full of the temperament of a social elite.

Although her faces are the same, she would never think of that man who was soaked in water every day with a thermos cup soaked in wolfberry every day and played chess with people under a big tree, and was afraid that his wife would be connected.

He knew very clearly that the man in front of him was the top of the country's power.

"To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe you have this talent." Sherlock complained. "Did we delay you?"

"What are you talking about?" Leon was a little confused, and then said anxiously, "Get out of the bunker with me, those aliens are about to call."

"His Excellency the President."

At this time, Mark suddenly pulled Leon over, pulled him behind him, and looked at Sherlock vigilantly.

"He is definitely not your son. Boston has a total of 707 kilometers from Washington. It takes seven hours to drive without leaving any empty roads. It is impossible for him to appear here at this time. He also broke through the military blockade and entered the White House courtyard."

Mark's words also awakened Leon, who was blinded by joy at this moment.

He thought for a moment and looked at Sherlock in confusion.

"Are you... really not Sherlock?"

“Yes, not.”

Sherlock whispered such a copying statement, which made the black people look questioned.

Leon seemed to want to ask something more, but saw more than a dozen of the latest fourth-generation fighter jets whizzing past their heads low.

They followed the sight of the fighter jets, and their scalp suddenly became numb.

A crescent-shaped spacecraft flew over from a distance, and at the same time, countless x-shaped fighters flew out from the lower abdomen of the starship, an ion cannon shot out from the middle of X, instantly penetrated a fourth-generation fighter.

More than a dozen fighter jets are not opponents of alien fighter jets at all, and are almost unilateral crushing.

Seeing this, several Secret Services were even trying to force Leon into the bunker, but Leon still struggled unwillingly and turned his head to Sherlock and said.

"Child, whether you are Sherlock or not, come into the bunker with me!"

"His Excellency President!" Mark's tone was slightly anxious, "We have not confirmed whether he is an enemy."

The president's face suddenly stopped and looked at the boy in front of him who was almost exactly the same as his son.

For some reason.

There was a moment in his heart that he was his son's affirmation, but...

Mark's eyes kept watching the battle situation above, and the human fighter planes were basically wiped out, leaving only a little entanglement with the aliens.

And at the top of the spacecraft, ionic energy condensed in it, and its target was obviously this area,

Obviously, they discovered the real political system of this country.
To be continued...