Chapter 658 - Blow up (2/2)

What?

The entire country was in chaos. The words delivered by the masked man made the Mei nationals doubt their federal government, which had always advocated freedom, fairness, and equality. So how could the Mei nationals allow this kind of government to lead the nation? Fear rapidly spread across the country like the plague.

At a villa in Washington, Ian sat on a sofa watching the broadcast. A strange look swept across his face. Some memory seemed to have jolted him. He looked like he had remembered something dreadful. A nightmarish image was flashing through his mind. Sweat began forming on his forehead. His eyes narrowed, and he unconsciously squeezed the beer can in his hands. The froth from the beer dripped onto the floor.

“Alright, the moment has come for me to fulfill my promise. The White House is just the beginning. My next target will be the FBI headquarters. To all the Mei nationals, may God be with you!”

Xiao Luo ended the broadcast. Suddenly, the screen switched back to the meeting room at the Pentagon. When the switch happened, the camera was still on President Bama, who was standing at the rostrum. The audience saw a grim-faced president.

At that moment, a long-range missile rose from the western military base. It flew across the sky about a thousand meters high, like a comet, and its trajectory was sending it directly to the White House, Washington DC.

WHOOSH.

Hearing the missile and knowing its destructive power made everyone’s hair stand on ends. The Mei nationals in Washington were so scared that they started screaming. Many people working in their offices rushed out to look. They lifted their heads and saw the missile flying across the sky about a thousand meters above them.

The police officers, FBI agents, and the SEAL teams deployed around the White House grounds lifted their heads and watched the missile coming toward them in horror. They had thought of countless ways that an enemy could attack the White House, but they never expected this.

“God damn it! Hurry and stop it!”

President Bama finally got his senses back and quickly shouted out.

But it was too late to stop it. The missile landed on the White House, just as he finished his sentence.

BOOM!

The blast reverberated across the city and the White House suffered a great of damage and crumbled. In an instant, debris from that explosion spread all over the vicinity. The police officers and FBI agents around the White House suffered injuries from the falling debris, and many of them were bleeding. There were cries and moans of pain from the injured as they laid writhing on the ground.

Smoke and dust rose into the air. The White House had turned into a heap of debris, and as the dust slowly settled, a large wooden oval table was burning up in flames in the center of the wreckage.

Some reporters who reacted quickly were already at the scene. They covered the story live, and their cameras captured footage of the place as it happened. President Bama was in shock. Then he lost control of his emotions when he saw the footage. He kicked the lectern in front of him, turned around, and left the podium. He recognized that oval-shaped wooden table—it was his office desk.

Shame, anger, and an unwillingness to accept defeat. These three emotions were tearing through the president.

“F*CK!”

Not long afterward, they could hear President Bama shouting out in anger in the long corridor. It was a voice filled with heart-wrenching sorrow.

The Vice-President, the Minister of Defense, the Minister of Justice, and the other cabinet ministers were furiously issuing the same order with grim looks on their faces. The order was to find and kill the Thousand-Faced Killer, Xiao Han, no matter what it took!