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Chapter 216 The Enemy is in the White House!

Boom————

Amid the explosion, debris and earth flew from the second floor of the American symbol, the White House, creating a huge gap that revealed the oval-shaped presidential office.

The White House has been attacked before: in 1814, the American militia were driven to Washington and burned the White House black. To cover up this humiliating defeat, President Monroe ordered a layer of white paint to be applied to the gray sandstone, which is how the 'White House' came to be.

Over the decades, there have been frequent attempts to infiltrate the White House:

Even though the entire Pennsylvania neighborhood was populated by three generations of pure-blooded, staunchly white people, there was still a lot of commotion and alarm.

but:

It's still extremely rare for half a wall to be blasted away like this.

"Commander-in-Chief, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine!"

Amidst the smoke and dust, the blond old man stood up and straightened his suit.

"Chief, my Special Operations Chief—"

Although he was 78 years old, the president appeared to be full of energy, and the blood on his face only added to his fighting spirit.

"Why betray me?"

After all, he had taken some extraordinary potions and could dodge bullets with his bare hands.

If it weren't for the sudden defection of these Secret Service agents around me, I wouldn't have been humiliated by being forced onto my desk.

"Pah, just a president who only serves a four-year term."

The Secret Service director, whose entire body was pierced by black thorns and who was unable to move, was also desperate.

"Since you have rejected the Father's grace, then await divine punishment!"

"Our Father in the sea, be glory to your name, come to your kingdom, and do your will in America as in—"

boom,

The prayer was not yet finished,
Flames erupted from the Secret Service director's face, engulfing her head.

Our Father in the sea, may your name be thy name.

Other Secret Service personnel also looked up and shouted, with bursts of flame coming from their mouths, noses, ears, and eyes, causing Agent Mike, who was holding them down with 'virus tentacles,' to frown slightly.

This method of death is indeed typical of the Cthulhu Church.

?

"These guys."

The blond young gambler's eyes were serious.
These people were all his colleagues: they had all defected to that 'church' and, coincidentally, all chose to commit suicide.

"They are all members of the Cthulhu Church."

? !
He was facing the gambler, the priest, and the chief commander who turned to look at him.

Mike, codenamed 'Agent', continued:
"I have some personal grudges against them,"

“I’ve investigated them; it’s an organization of unimaginable size: a phenomenon beyond your comprehension!”

"Being able to be in this building,"

"An attempt to kidnap the President of America is truly beyond imagination."

The nearly 80-year-old blond president straightened his tie.

"But they failed!"

"Because of righteous people like you, there is no chance that the conspiracy will succeed!"

Ah this
Faced with impassioned words,

The three veterans of 'Nightmare Space' found it both amusing and admiring.

Not everyone can immediately launch into a morale-boosting speech after being kidnapped, even though they don't need it.

"Commander-in-Chief,"

The blond youth codenamed 'Gambler' suggested,

"We don't know how many of the other side's people are still in the White House; we must purge from within first before we can..."

"go a head!"

Pick up the chair from the ground.
The president sat at his desk, which was covered in dust and gravel.

"My Secret Service Director, get rid of all the pests in the White House!"

"Yes!"

The gambler gave a military salute, his gaze falling on the 'priest' and the 'agent'.

"I'll help you,"

The detective spoke first.
"I used to be an FBI agent."

"I will stay behind to protect the President."

Fiona, codenamed 'Priestess', volunteered for the mission. Her 'vampire' enhancements grant her formidable eyesight and flight capabilities; even if a hypersonic missile were to strike, she would have enough reaction time to take down the Grand Commander.

"President, you can trust them."

"certainly,"

"Your willingness to stand up at this time shows that I have complete trust in you."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

New York,

Governor's Island
"what?"

"Failed again?!"

Old Edgar almost thought he was hallucinating, and couldn't help but turn to look at his two other colleagues, and:
The 'Hidden Lady' sits in the main seat.

"Given the strength around the Grand Commander, there is no possibility of resistance."

Colonel Anderson spoke first, saying that their Cthulhu Church possessed two powerful weapons, the 'Gifted Potion' and the 'Gifted Array,' and their missionary work in America was so successful that no one dared to challenge them; the powerful and wealthy would rush to their door to beg to join the church.

If it weren't for the need for stability, the Church, with its power, would have already converted the entire American elite into 'baptists'!

The director of the Secret Service, and most of its members, are from the church.

And the FBI, CIA
How could an accident possibly happen under such circumstances?

"Unless there is external intervention."

At this point, Colonel Anderson frowned slightly.

"Could it be the deputy director of the Secret Service?"

The Secret Service has a deputy director who secretly runs a 'mercenary guild' to provide services to superhuman forces.

However, those extraordinary individuals were all 'second-rate' types, and compared to the Church's hound force composed entirely of 'Deep Ones,' they were like children compared to adults.

Moreover, above the 'Deep Ones' are the 'Favored Ones'; and above them are the 'Priests' who are responsible for missionary work, and the even higher-ranking 'Bishops'.

How did they manage that with just a few mercenaries?
"No matter where the plan went wrong, the president should have realized it by now."

Dr. Ramley spoke, a cold glint in his eyes.

"Then we don't need to hide anymore,"

"On the one hand, they push our 'President' to the forefront and claim that the one in the White House is a fake."

"On the other hand, they rallied forces around Washington to carry out—"

Decapitation operation!

Kill that president in the White House!

By then, won't they be the ones calling the shots in America?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Waaaaaah! Waaaaah! Waaaaah!

The long, drawn-out air raid sirens echoed over Washington, causing everyone to instinctively look up at the sky.

Air raid siren?

Is today April 1st?

What kind of person, or what kind of existence,
Could it strike at the heart of the strongest nation on this planet?

Upon hearing the air raid siren, instead of anyone seeking refuge, small groups of people emerged from the buildings, looking around in confusion.

until--

Buzzing

Amidst the whirring of propellers, a fleet of classic AH-64 attack helicopters, also known as Apaches, flew in from the distant sky, finally confirming to the people of the city that war had truly arrived!
But who is the enemy?

With these questions in mind, most people rushed home and took out pistols, rifles, and even sniper rifles of varying lengths for self-defense.

Then they took their families to the nearby subway and basement. As the heart of America, this city is essentially a huge military fortress.

Rumble,

Tank tracks left deep marks on the road. A large number of National Guard troops are stationed near Washington, D.C., and various rapid reaction forces can be deployed from other areas in a short time should a need arise.

such as:

"Buzz buzz buzz This is the 10th Mountain Division Air Defense Battalion."

"Warning, RAH-66, you have intruded into our division's defensive zone. Halt immediately!"

"Repeat that."

The 10th Mountain Division, which arrived first in the Pennsylvania area, deployed its MRIC anti-aircraft vehicles, and aimed its Iron Dome anti-rocket missiles at the sky.

This air defense system has been thoroughly tested and has a high success rate in intercepting low-speed rockets; even the United States has equipped itself with a considerable number of them.

"This is the 82nd Airborne Division. We have received orders to proceed to the White House to expel terrorists."

"My division received orders to guard against any enemy approaching the White House!"

"Leave immediately, RAH-66!"

"Otherwise, as per the President's orders, we will shoot down the invading enemy in accordance with the law!"

"Hey, wait a minute."

The next second, just moments before, beneath the exclamations of the armed helicopter, an AGM-114 anti-tank missile roared out and hurtled towards the ground-based air defense vehicle.

boom----

The missile, nicknamed 'Hellfire,' accurately hit an deployed anti-aircraft vehicle.

Flames erupted, and metal parts mixed with severed limbs flew out, startling the ground troops. Then:

"Fire! Fire!!"

"Target: All RAH-66s, shoot them down!"

"The President has ordered the 10th Mountain Division to be declared a rebel force and to be eliminated—"

In an instant, the two forces that had arrived clashed: air-to-ground missiles and machine guns, and surface-to-air missiles and close-in weapon systems roared deadly as they unleashed their firepower at each other!

Both sides received orders from the 'President,' and with the 'church members' mixed in among them firing first—those who didn't want to die had no choice but to fight back desperately.

boom! boom! boom! boom! boom!
Explosions and smoke filled the sky, and the ground was engulfed in flames.

A century later, the city is once again engulfed in war: the last time was because more than 2 veterans were demanding unpaid wages.

Now, not only the 10th Mountain Division and the 82nd Airborne Division, but also units belonging to the police department, the National Guard, and other units that have rushed from various places are fighting around that white building under the leadership of their superiors!

Both sides are fighting 'for their country,' yet they are fighting to the death in the wrong place and at the wrong time!

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"Commander-in-Chief, please look!"

In the dilapidated White House Oval Office, a clerk stumbled in carrying a laptop.

"New York claims that the White House has been hijacked by extraordinary terrorists; the President has established a 'provisional government' in New York and has ordered rapid reaction forces across the country to eliminate the extraordinary terrorists entrenched in the White House."

'Our country is facing its most severe test,'

On the clerk's computer, the president's speech in New York was being broadcast live.

'A supernatural terrorist has hijacked the White House, impersonating me, and is attempting to take control of the country.'

'But they are wrong! The Americans will not yield, their loyal army will crush them, and the Stars and Stripes will once again fly over the White House. God bless America!'

Behind the president was the figure of the American vice president, his head bowed.

???

Thump,

"Shameless!"

"Traitor! This is betrayal!"

The blond-haired commander, his face still bearing traces of blood, suddenly stood up, furious.

"These devils who deserve to go to hell, how dare they so fool the great America?!"

"Issue orders to all troops: There are no cowards in America who run away; this is the White House, and I am the President!"

"But, Your Excellency."

A high-ranking official hesitated before speaking.
"With endorsements from the Vice President, the Secretary of Defense, the Secretary of the Treasury, the Speaker of the House, the Mayor of New York City, and others, ordinary people simply can't tell the difference between the truth and falsehood."

It wasn't just ordinary people; if they weren't working at the White House and happened to witness this event, their first reaction upon seeing the live broadcast from New York would also be that the White House had fallen. After all, it looked so realistic, it was practically unbelievable.
In the dilapidated presidential office, everyone couldn't help but glance at the blond old man one last time.

"Then let him connect with me,"

"I will expose the true face of this imposter in front of the entire nation!"

When it comes to on-the-spot debates, the President believes he is second to none—even at nearly eighty years old, his mind remains sharp and his eloquence undiminished.

but:

"Commander-in-Chief, the rebels are advancing steadily."

"Troops that obey our orders"

Not a match at all.

The 'church' that had been lying in wait was well-prepared. When it suddenly launched its attack, a large number of troops around Washington were caught off guard and rushed toward the White House under the command of their officers.

The resistance they encountered along the way, in their view, only served to corroborate the claim that the 'White House' had fallen.

"Please move to Air Force One, President."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

The blond old man waved his hand, decisively rejecting the Secretary of State's proposal.

"Contact all the military and police, and tell them that as long as I stand, the conspirators will not succeed!"

Not
The rebels have already stormed into the city; if we don't leave now, it will be too late!
Just when other officials were in a panic, wishing they could just grab the president and run away:
call out----

In the distance, a giant bird trailing long flames flew in and plunged into the fierce battlefield.

Who are the rebels?

The figure that descended from the sky had a pair of demonic wings behind him, and flames burst forth from his hands: he had just used the 'flame recoil' method to speed up his journey.

???

“They are—” X2
The two sides, locked in fierce combat, simultaneously pointed at each other.

This answer only fueled the already enraged agent's anger.

"In that case,"

The agent, whose pink suit was being torn into strips at high speed during the flight, revealing his red skin, suddenly squatted down and dug his five fingers into the ground.

The next second, he forcefully pulled a weapon from the concrete floor:
A flaming longsword covered in serrated edges.

Sword of Purgatory!

"Then I'll kill you all!"

With a flap of his wings, the agent, codenamed 'Devil,' charged toward the army facing the White House.

tear-

With a single swing of his flaming longsword, he ripped an armored vehicle in half.

A barrage of fireballs!

With his other hand raised and swung, a series of fireballs the size of human heads roared out, blasting the fully armed soldiers into a bloody mess, with limbs flying everywhere.

"Go to hell, all of you!"

???

Faced with the 'demon' who was wreaking havoc, the morale of this army plummeted.

Upon discovering that bullets only sparked when they hit the other person's reddish skin, he completely broke down instantly.

"We...we swear to protect the White House to the death!"

As the 'demon' turned around after slaughtering the army, a soldier trembled and raised his gun.

"Are you guarding the White House?"

After venting his frustrations, the agent, codenamed 'Devil,' calmed down.

"Why aren't you setting up a defensive line yet?"

Not only 'demons', but also various other places were constantly erupting with the brilliance of extraordinary power; one after another, extraordinary beings arrived and began to attack the troops who were trying to break into the White House.

"Good, good, very good!"

Standing on the edge of the dilapidated presidential office, watching the battle turn around by the superhumans, the blond president, with his back to everyone, couldn't help but clench his fist and swing it heavily towards the sky, full of vigor.

"Destiny is with me!"

No, no, no, amidst the admiring gazes of numerous high-ranking officials who seemed to understand but were actually quite impressed, 'Priestess' Fiona curled her lip.

They're just here to do a mission.

(End of this chapter)