From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 473 Designated Survivor

地球-38宇宙
A secret safe house in Worthington, D.C.
The heavy blast door blocked out all outside sounds. Kevin Grant, the youngest cabinet member in history, 29-year-old Secretary of Science and Technology Development, was sitting on a sofa, holding a remote control. Beside him, his newlywed wife, Lena Luther, leaned against him. On the screen, a race car was speeding wildly on different roads, while his other hand roamed over Lena's body. The scene was gradually shifting towards an ambiguous direction.

Sudden--

"Beep beep beep beep—!!" The piercing alarm blared without warning inside the safe house, red light flashed wildly, and two bodies that had almost merged into one suddenly separated. The heavy, airtight inner door of the safe house slid open slowly with a heavy hydraulic sound.

Three men dressed in black suits, with eyes as sharp as eagles and expressions as hard as granite, rushed in. Then, the granite-like expressions on their faces began to falter.

What's happening here?
Lena awkwardly straightened her clothes, while Kevin looked on with displeasure, partly due to unfulfilled desires and partly due to his annoyance at the intruder.

“It’s not patrol time yet. I need an explanation, sir!” Kevin glared at the man in the lead. “I don’t recognize you, but I feel like I’ve seen you before…”

“Presidential Secret Service, Mr. McConnell.”

The man in the lead had already realized what was happening, and his expression returned to its cold hardness. Without any further pleasantries, he said in a low and urgent voice, "Minister Grant, please come with us immediately."

"Go with you? Where to?" Kevin looked bewildered. "Wait, you're from the Secret Service, what are you doing here?!"

“The White House!” McConnell’s answer was concise and forceful. He stepped aside, gesturing for Kevin to follow. “It’s an emergency; there’s no time to explain. Please!”

“No matter how urgent it is, there’s still time for a couple of sentences. A few seconds won’t make a difference.” Kevin didn’t move, just quietly looked at McConnell. Lena walked over to him and took his hand.

McConnell's Adam's apple bobbed, as if he were suppressing something, and his voice was hoarse: "Capitol Hill... there was a massive terrorist attack. The entire building was razed to the ground."

His voice trembled slightly before he continued, "The president, vice president, all cabinet members, leaders of the House and Senate, and the vast majority of members of Congress... have all lost contact."

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Lena's hand tightened suddenly, her face turned pale instantly, and her eyes were filled with disbelief and shock, but the political acumen ingrained in the Luther family made her realize the more critical issue at once.

"All... have lost contact?" Lena's voice trembled slightly, her gaze fixed on McConnell.

McConnell nodded heavily, then turned to Kevin with a complicated expression.

"Let's go!" Kevin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and didn't say anything more. At this moment, saying too much would only make things worse.

Without a word, the agents sprang into action, forming a tight protective circle and escorting Kevin and Lena swiftly out of the safe house. Several black full-size SUVs were parked outside, their engines revving low like beasts poised to pounce. Kevin was escorted into the back seat of the middle car, with Lena following closely behind.

The convoy sped away silently and rapidly into the night like arrows released from a bow. Outside the windows, city lights flashed by.
He leaned back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously stroking the wedding ring on his ring finger. Lena's hand covered it again, a hint of excitement flashing deep in her worried eyes.

President, Vice President, Cabinet Members, Members of Parliament...

What's it to her? Are we that close?

I'm quite familiar with the designated survivor!
When they arrived at the White House, everyone sensed an unusual atmosphere. The corridors were filled with hurried figures and hushed, urgent voices. A tension, sadness, and apocalyptic fear permeated the air.

Kevin was taken directly to the underground situation room, which was brightly lit and displayed real-time satellite images of the Capitol Hill ruins on a huge electronic screen.

The gaping crater and rubble silently testified to the devastation of the attack. Other screens scrolled through emergency news reports from around the world, intelligence summaries, troop deployment statuses, and the ever-rising domestic fear index. A group of people had already gathered inside: the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the Director of the CIA, the Director of the FBI, the National Security Advisor, and several lower-ranking senators who had survived the attack because they were absent from Congress.

When Kevin walked in under the protection of secret agents, all eyes were on him, filled with scrutiny and concern.

Over the past two or three years, Kevin Grant has become a rising star in the technology world of the United States. During his year as Minister of Technology Development, he achieved remarkable results. His integration of extraterrestrial technology with various measures and methods to promote technological development has provided a new path for the nation's growth. His capabilities are undoubtedly exceptional…

But the President...

God help him, he's not even thirty yet!
At that moment, a Supreme Court justice in a judge's robe was already waiting, holding a Bible and an oath of office. The atmosphere was extremely solemn.

"Please raise your right hand and repeat the oath."

Kevin, his face solemn and tinged with sadness, walked up to the Chief Justice and straightened his back. Lena stood a little behind him, and the Chief Justice handed her the Bible.

Kevin Grant took a deep breath, placing one hand on the Bible and raising the other. His gaze swept across the ruins on the screen, a symbol of endless sorrow and responsibility, over his seemingly grieving colleagues, each with their own distinct thoughts, finally settling on a point in the void, as if he saw the doors to parallel universes opening…

Then he spoke, his voice initially a little hoarse, but quickly becoming clear and firm, echoing in the silent command room:

"I, Kevin Grant, solemnly swear..."

boom! ! !
Almost at the same moment he took his oath, dark clouds suddenly gathered over Worthington's clear sky, a sudden gust of wind arose out of nowhere, and a huge thunderclap resounded. Almost simultaneously, Karakhai, clad in Kryptonian armor, appeared in the air, whipping up a gust of wind that dispersed the dark clouds.

"Celestial phenomena, humph...!" After dispelling the dark clouds, she stood high in the sky, looking at a few bright stars in the night sky, a cold smile flashing across her lips.

Earth 167, Smolwell

As Kevin began to take his oath, Smallwell's battle was nearing its end.

In mid-air, Kong Kenan revealed his ultimate yang form, his eyes bursting with dazzling light, fiercely shooting towards Grek, who was standing on the head of a giant insect beast.

Bang! ! !
Grek's speed was completely insufficient to withstand the white ray; upon contact, he was instantly separated, transforming into countless tiny flying insects...

Kong Kenan sneered, opened his mouth, and blew out a gust of polar wind, seemingly trying to freeze the flying insects. But at that moment, the insect beast, which was five or six meters tall, suddenly let out a silent howl, and a dense, high-frequency vibration spread out violently.

"This is……"

Under this subtle, high-frequency vibration, one spatial passage after another opened, and the tiny flying insects, as if finding an escape route, scrambled inside...

At that very moment, much like Worthington on Earth 38, the clear sky suddenly became overcast with dark clouds and thunder rumbled.

Eastern Kingdom, Chang'an Supernatural Writers Association

The middle-aged Director Chu stared at the flashing alarm and the exploded secret room, completely stunned. He clutched his back, trembling as he looked at the shattered magical tortoise shell inside. After a long pause, he suddenly realized what was happening, rushed out of his office, and shouted as he ran, "A great calamity is coming! A great calamity is coming...!"

(End of this chapter)