The sirens flashed out of the window from time to time and then disappeared. Feiren leaned against the sofa, picked up a bottle of Coke, and looked at the TV in front of him. On the TV, the spokesperson in a suit and tie stared at him seriously.

"We confirm that this series of murders in Washington are all done by terrorists. The President has ordered a huge team led by FBI to form a specialized team to find these terrorists! We swear that they will never escape the United States. As long as they find his traces, we will do whatever it takes to completely eliminate the culprits that endanger the security of the United States and the world! We will never compromise with terrorists!!"

"He's really hard..."

Looking at the hysterical ugly appearance of the spokesperson on TV, Faren took a sip of Coke, then he turned his head and looked at the man sitting beside him with a smile.

"Are you right? General Marshall?"

“……………………”

Hearing Feiron's inquiry, General Marshall looked at him coldly, opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't say anything at this moment. The only thing he could do was to express his anger with anger full of anger. He held his hands tightly, and the murderous intent revealed in his eyes would be enough to burn Feiron to ashes if it could turn into a raging fire.

Unfortunately, all this is of no use.

"It seems that you have never experienced a real war."

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

"Did you see it? General? This is war, the real war, the war between us capable people and you lower creatures. This earth belongs to you and ours, but in the final analysis it belongs to us. Since you don't understand this principle, then be prepared to face the test of iron and blood."

"………Idiotic, you monster…”

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

"You are fighting against the entire country, and you will not succeed. If you can, I really hope to see you die miserably, which will definitely make me happy!!"

"Wrong, General Marshall."

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

"I am not fighting the whole country, but the whole world, but so what? This world is ours, and you have withdrawn from the stage of history. It would be fine if you can understand this truth. Unfortunately, now it seems that you plan to go against the will of heaven... Well, this is wrong. Survival of the fittest is the law of nature. As humans, you must abide by the laws of nature. Young people are so naughty now... I don't even talk about the rules."

Speaking of this, Feiren looked at the TV in front of him again. At this moment, the spokesperson was saying, "In order to combat the arrogance of terrorists, the president will give a speech in the White House..." Hearing this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a strange smile appeared. Looking at Feiren's expression, General Marshall's expression suddenly changed.

"What do you want to do?"

"What I want to do is what you are thinking about now. Well... it's almost time to say hello to this President. If I remember correctly, the one who dealt with my companion before would be his troops."

"That's FBI! It's a team led by Director Cliver and has nothing to do with Your Excellency the President!"

"But he must be on the scene, right?"

Facing the general who was pale and trembling, Faren's expression was still so soft.

"Just like you were dealing with the bearded uncle in the Middle East before, he must be in a secret small room and watching the live video with others... Maybe after seeing the death of my companion, he still applauded and cheered, and had a glass of champagne with the others to celebrate?"

“……………………………”

"Okay, it's almost time for me to leave."

"No, you can't..."

"No, I can."

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

"Look, this is the difference between me and you lower creatures, and you don't know what you have been provoking... Oh, I guess you may have watched too many science fiction movies, and you really think that humans can be reborn in front of Martians or something else? But now, I can tell you clearly, don't talk about aliens... Just relying on me is enough."

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

"So, byebye."

"Puff."

With a slight sound, the white man in front of Feiren suddenly trembled, and then turned into pieces of corpses like an invisible sharp blade cut. His head rolled to the ground with "dongdong", turned on the floor with blood, and then stopped like a football without strength. Looking at this scene, Feiren nodded with satisfaction, then put on his sunglasses and turned to leave.

In the White House, the lights are brightly lit.

Countless media reporters were holding up the camera and microphone, looking at the rostrum in front of them. They had many questions to ask, but now, everyone could only forcibly suppress their excitement and anxiety in their hearts and wait for the arrival of His Excellency the President. Not long after, the small door next to the rostrum opened, and then the President walked in from the door with a gloomy face. Seeing his face, everyone was stunned, but before the reporter could think about how to speak, the President said with a gloomy face.

"I'm sorry, first of all, I'm going to inform you of bad news here - just two hours ago, our senior general of the Ministry of Defense General Marshall was murdered at home. The other party's methods were extremely cruel. Even General Marshall's five-year-old son was not spared... After investigation, we confirmed that this was the work of the terrorist who has caused bloody storms in the country......"

"What?"

"God, how could this happen?"

"Mr. President, is there no way we can do that damn terrorist?"

"Please be quiet!!"

Faced with everyone's inquiry, the president raised his hands and shouted loudly. When he heard his voice, the reporters who were extremely anxious had to shut their mouths and stare at the president in front of him, and the camera kept aiming at their targets from all angles. The president's face turned red and he clenched his fists.

"This is a war! This is a declaration of war by terrorists on us! We will never succumb to this violent threat and intimidation! I swear that no matter what the price is paid, we will catch that terrorist! After we investigate which organization the terrorist belongs to, we will launch a war against it! The majesty of America cannot be provoked, God bless the United States!"

"No, no one can save your God."

However, before the president could finish his words, suddenly, a voice with a little laugh sounded behind him, and then everyone saw a figure suddenly walked out from behind the president and stood beside him. Seeing this scene, everyone was suddenly in an uproar, and soon they saw the security guards next to him raise their guns and aim at the unexpected uninvited guest.

Even so, Feren was still smiling. He reached out and sorted out his collar and tie before turning his head, and nodding at the president beside him with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. President, the first time we met...well, this may be the last time we met."

"Who are you?"

Facing Faren, the president frowned and his whole body tense. He instinctively wanted to retreat to the back. As long as he rolled, he could jump off the rostrum, and then security guards would come to protect himself. But for some reason, facing the young man in front of him, he didn't even dare to move. It was as if the person in front of him was not a human, but some kind of ferocious carnivore, who was opening his mouth wide and planning to hunt himself.

"You don't have to know my name, and I'm not interested in letting dead people know my name. Excessive self-awareness is also a disease, and I think you need treatment."

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

“……………………………”

The entire venue was silent, everyone stared at the corpse that was split from the middle. Even the guard who was supposed to rush forward was stunned. The scene in front of him was too dramatic. In just a blink of an eye, the president who had just yelled to fight the terrorists to the end was killed in front of him...... Killed?

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

"ah-!!"

"Run!Run!"

For a moment, the entire venue suddenly became riots. The angry guards raised their guns in their hands and aimed at Feiren, but just before their fingers pulled the trigger, the bodies of these guards suddenly trembled, and then they split like building blocks and scattered all over the ground. Seeing this scene, the reporters screamed repeatedly. For a moment, the entire venue was filled with screams, begging for mercy and gunshots, but all this lasted less than a minute and was over.

“It’s much better now.”

Looking at the completely broken corpse on the ground in front of him, Feiren nodded with satisfaction, then he tidied up his collar again, then looked at the camera in front of him and showed a charming smile.
Chapter completed!