While I was chanting a curse, the system said I was Xiao Yan?

Chapter 166 Frontal Assault

The old man spoke, his voice hoarse: "Isn't your brother here?"

He tilted his chin slightly towards the pink-haired boy.

Zhang Xiang withdrew his gaze from the distance, landing on the pink-haired boy. He lingered for a moment before looking away: "Besides Itajō, the other two younger brothers are Xue Tu and Huai Xiang."

The old man's expression remained unchanged: "Is that so? My condolences."

His fingers tightened slightly: "Whoever did it, I will find them and make them pay!"

He paused, then turned his gaze back to the silhouette of the gray-white building in the distance outside the window: "But for now, let's get this done first."

The building, partially obscured by the gray fog, with its white exterior, robust columns, and a Union Jack fluttering above, was none other than the iconic White House, the symbol of the United States.

Zhang Xiang looked at the building, his tone calm: "According to your plan, we really can help Hu Zhang by coming here, right?"

The old man nodded: "The original plan was to cooperate, to get them to cooperate through some gentle means."

He paused, as if remembering something amusing, and laughed: "But I've changed my mind. There's no need to discuss it with them. Sometimes, a slightly rougher approach is more effective at getting people to obey."

The pink-haired boy raised his head, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. Dark lines emerged from his neck, climbed up his jaw, and covered his cheeks.

"It's been a long time since I've killed anyone."

The boy spoke, his voice no longer clear and childish, but a deeper and more unrestrained tone: "This kid doesn't seem to have any aversion to killing foreigners. I don't know if it's because he's used to it or if he simply doesn't care."

He stretched his neck, his joints making a crisp cracking sound, and the pupils in his eyes changed for a fleeting moment, as if a lion hidden in its eyes had opened its eyes.

"Holding power without any real strength."

Su Nuo's lips curled into a cold smile: "This really makes me feel unpleasant."

Zhang Xiang frowned slightly as he looked at the tattoo covering his brother's face. The thing occupying that body made him instinctively uncomfortable and disgusted. He was determined to get that thing out of his brother's body if he had the chance!

The lawn in front of the White House is neatly trimmed, maintaining an almost rigid sense of order under the gray sky, like a carefully ironed dark green carpet.

But at this moment, the neat blades of grass were being trampled into crooked marks by the footsteps of several people. They didn't care at all and just walked slowly toward the white door.

Four guards stood at the entrance, dressed in dark uniforms with pistols at their waists. They raised their hands the moment they saw the figures walking in their direction. Although people often came and went here, this group of four was still quite strange.

A small child, covered in tattoos, walked in front, followed by a woman, an old man, and a young man—all uncommon East Asians.

However, this didn't stop them from making a standard stop gesture with their palms facing forward, their voices carrying a professional calm and restraint: "Stop! This is a protected area! Don't come any closer!"

Su Nuo didn't stop. He didn't even glance at those people. He just kept walking forward, his steps light and quick, like a tourist visiting a not-so-interesting attraction. He said in a nonchalant tone, "The servants of the people who hold the highest power aren't even sorcerers. What a disappointing era."

Half a step behind him, Rimei, with short white hair and red markings, lowered her head slightly, her steps mirroring Su Nuo's, her voice gentle and respectful: "Yes, Master."

The guards exchanged bewildered glances. They didn't know the purpose of these men, but their intentions were clear. The warning rang out again, more urgent than the first: "Final warning! Stop immediately! Otherwise, we will take enforcement action!"

Their hands were already on their holsters, but Su Nuo didn't stop. His steps didn't even change their rhythm, and he stepped straight onto the police line in front of the White House.

The guards drew their guns, but they only did half the action. Su Nuo casually raised his right hand, his fingers lightly tracing a line in the air as if plucking a string.

Several unseen slashes shot out from in front of Su Nuo, and the four guards froze at the same time, their guns raised, their pupils dilating in that instant.

The next second, they were split in two, gun and all, the cut as smooth as if it had been laser-cut. Their bodies slid to the sides, blood spreading across the ground and flowing down the steps.

Rimei stopped and stood outside the steps, bowing slightly, her voice respectful and clear: "Master, have a pleasant hunt."

Su Nuo's lips curled into a smile, a smile devoid of pleasure, containing only an anticipation of the impending carnage.

The door hinges made a dull creak, as if something was blocking them from the inside, and then opened inwards.

Screams and the sound of chairs overturning came from inside the door.

Su Nuo stepped inside, and the door slowly closed behind him. Then, a scream came out from inside the door, like something being forced out of someone's throat, and it stretched from the first-floor hall all the way up to the upper floor.

Each scream was short and clear, as if it had been cut off before it could fully escape its lips, followed by a dull thud as something fell to the ground, then a commotion in the distance, and then new, sharper screams of terror. The sounds echoed between the marble walls, creating a distinct, chilling reverberation.

Outside the White House, Zhang Xiang and the old man had reached the edge of the lawn and were about to follow the path Su Tan had taken to the steps leading to the entrance when Rimei blocked their way. Her posture became defiant, the light in her eyes shifting from docile to sharp, and her voice carrying an undeniable refusal: "The master is enjoying himself; neither of you are allowed to enter!"

Zhang Xiang paused, his gaze sweeping over the scattered bodies of the guards on the steps. He frowned and glanced at the old man beside him.

The old man didn't seem surprised. He simply stopped, put his hands back behind his back, and gave a calm smile: "Okay, we'll wait here."

Zhang Xiang withdrew his gaze and lowered his voice: "Is this alright? If all those people inside die, won't it affect the plan?"

Rime crossed her arms in front of her, turned her head to look at him expressionlessly: "Nothing is more important than the master's pleasure!"

He pursed his lips slightly, but said nothing more.

On the distant street, the dense sirens of police cars were rapidly approaching, and the red and blue lights were flashing intermittently. The sirens were coming from all directions at the same time, getting closer and closer.

Armored vehicles and police cars poured into the square in front of the lawn from all directions of the street at the same time. The car doors were opened with a bang, and heavily armed special police and ordinary police officers filed out of the vehicles, crouching behind the doors, their guns pointed at the four people.

The lead officer, holding a megaphone, shouted, "You are surrounded! Drop your weapons! Hands above your heads! Surrender immediately!"

Rime turned around to face the steel array of police cars and armored vehicles. Her posture remained calm, even with an elegance like adjusting her sleeves. She slowly raised her right hand, palm up, and then brought it close to her lips, gently blowing a breath.

"Ice Freezing Spell".

The breath that escaped from her lips was like a cloud of white mist exhaled on a winter morning, but the moment it came into contact with the air, it expanded and solidified rapidly at an illogical speed.

The ice spread outwards from her palms, running along the ground like a white carpet being silently unfurled, spreading from her toes towards the armed formation.

When the ice came into contact with the tires of the first police car, it climbed up the wheels, covering the body, doors, and windows, turning the entire car into an ice sculpture in less than a millisecond!

Within seconds, all the police cars and armored vehicles were frozen in place at the same time. The tires were fixed in place by the ice, and the engines were frozen off. The movements of the police officers and special police were frozen the moment the ice touched them. Some were in the position of raising their guns, some were in the position of taking a step, some were half-crouching behind the vehicles, and some were shouting into the walkie-talkie. Their postures were different, and the last look of horror in their eyes was frozen into an eternal image.

The roar of rotors filled the sky as three armed helicopters took off from behind the building, their searchlights locked onto the three people below.

Zhang Xiang looked up and saw that the three helicopters were adjusting their angles, and the machine guns on their noses were starting to rotate.

He clasped his hands together, interlaced his fingers, and pointed his fingertips forward. Dark red blood seeped from his palms, condensing into a bead the size of a thumb in front of his hands. Then, the bead compressed at an extremely fast speed, and its surface began to glow with an unstable, fiery red light, as if it were about to explode.

"Blood Piercing Supernova".

He thrust his palms forward with a sudden burst, and the line of blood shot out from his fingertips at such a speed that its trajectory was impossible to detect with the naked eye.

The bloodline pierced the cockpit glass of the first helicopter with pinpoint accuracy, then emerged from the other side. The pilot's head was pierced in that instant, and the entire helicopter lost control, flipping over. The main rotor cut into the tail of the second helicopter in mid-air.

The two helicopters entangled in the air as they plummeted, thick smoke billowing from their tails, before exploding simultaneously. The flames burst open against the gray sky, like a dark red flower that bloomed and withered rapidly. Fragments and debris fell from the sky, crashing onto the frozen streets with a series of loud thuds.

Zhang Xiang separated his hands, and the line of blood lashed out from his fingertips like a living whip, tracing an arc and precisely slicing across the middle of the fuselage of the last helicopter.

The fuselage was split into two sections. The front section lost power and tilted downwards, while the rear section spun and plummeted to the ground. They then hit the ground simultaneously, emitting a series of muffled explosions.

The fire on the lawn gradually died down after a few minutes, leaving only the eerie light reflected from the ice and the embers of the flames. Zhang Xiang withdrew his hand, and the bloodline on his fingertip quickly congealed and fell off.

The screaming inside the White House had completely stopped at some point.

Rimei tilted her head slightly, as if listening to the silence inside the door for a moment, then turned around and nodded gently to Zhang Xiang and the old man: "You can go in now."

The three stepped over the threshold and walked deeper into the corridor along a carpet that had been cut in half. There were countless thin cuts on the walls on both sides of the corridor, as if they had been strangled from the inside by an invisible array of blades. All the paintings were torn in the middle, and the flags hanging on the walls were also broken in two.

The floor was covered with dark liquid and traces of corpses, which gleamed dully under the light.

The three of them stepped over the shards and walked up the corridor covered with a deep red carpet, passing one open room after another, each containing a similar hellish scene, until they reached the closed double door at the end of the corridor.

The door was ajar. Zhang Xiang reached out and pushed it open. The room behind the door was much tidier than the corridor. At least there weren't as many scattered body parts. It was a wide oval office with a dark wooden desk, a leather chair, and several dark Union Jack flags on the wall.

Behind the desk in the center of the room, Su Tan sat in the chair that symbolized supreme power, his legs crossed and propped up on the desk, his hands behind his head, his posture as casual as if he were passing the time on the sofa in his own living room. His tattooed face showed satisfaction and the weariness of having just enjoyed a big meal.

On the floor next to the desk, a blond man in a dark suit was slumped on the floor, his tie was askew, his shirt collar was open, his face was covered in cold sweat, and his lips were trembling.

When his gaze fell on the pink-haired boy in front of him, his pupils were filled with pure, undisguised fear. He tried to stand up, but his legs felt as if they had been deboned and he could not muster any strength. He tried twice but fell back to the floor.

He heard the door open, his eyelid with dark patterns lifted slightly, and then he yawned: "Ha~ This guy must be the boss here, right? I deliberately spared him. Hurry up and get on with your work."

The old man stepped forward, bent down, and placed his palm on the blond man's shoulder. The pressure was light, yet it made the man, who had long held a high position, tremble violently.

The old man's voice carried a unique calmness and gentleness, like an elder guiding a misguided junior: "You are the administrator of this country, aren't you?"

The blond president's lips moved several times before he finally managed to squeeze out a broken, heavily accented question: "You...who exactly are you people..."

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"Don't be afraid, we are sorcerers. We're just here to borrow a few planes and..."

Just a few large firecrackers.

The old man glanced out the window at the sky stained with black smoke from the explosion, and the smile on his lips deepened: "Don't worry, we'll leave once we've borrowed everything."

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