"Barack, you don’t have to do this..."
"Mr. President, your actions right now are very, very dangerous..."
In a certain cave among the mountains, a group of people in black robes sat in distress, wearing handcuffs and shackles, next to a tal pipeline close to the ground.
Among these people were Epstein, the British Prince, a forr leader of Israel, and even... the forr first couple of the United States.
These two, during their tenure, held a heavenly cover over everything. After leaving office, they still wielded power over the political scene.
Any White House advisor, White House intern, writer, agent, journalist, prosecutor attempting to expose their scandals would mysteriously die under inexplicable circumstances, so even committing suicide with eight shots to their back.
As dangerous as a Death Note.
"Barack, listen to ,"
Secretary of State Hillary’s expression was steady, but her voice couldn’t conceal her panicked fear, "Even if you kill us, how will you explain it to Congress when you leave?"
The person she was speaking to, Obama, was sitting in a relaxed manner, reclining on a chair. In front of him was a large screen displaying the thermal image of an F16 fighter jet.
Beside Obama stood an entire squad of Special Service Bureau agents, fully ard, expressionless, as if they had no thoughts about the President’s illegal detention of the Secretary of State.
The entire cave was spacious and vast, with computers, servers, radio stations, air filtration and circulation systems already set up, and a nearly one-ter thick alloy door at the entrance.
Such a massive project, yet even the owner of the island, Epstein himself, didn’t know about it, or rather, he once knew, but had his mory of it wiped clean.
"Madam Secretary, I’m afraid you’ve got sothing wrong."
Obama swiveled in his chair, looked at his colleague, and chuckled, "If my plan progresses smoothly, the United States will no longer need Congress in the future."
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At the sa ti, at the island’s pier, guests in loose beachwear, service staff in bikinis, and bodyguards who accompanied their employers to the island,
were all stopped by ard security outside the yellow caution line, forbidden to board the luxurious yacht just a few steps away, no matter what they said.
"Give back the satellite phone!"
The Hollywood star George Clooney shouted at the ard security who took his phone, "Do you know who this phone is ant for?!"
This George Clooney is a famous supporter of the Democratic Party, with close personal relationships with several of their notable politicians and a long-term, intimate friendship with the Obamas themselves.
Now, several naval vessels had already surrounded the island, with fighter jets flying overhead, even a child could guess that the military had intervened.
Once the army takes action, with many eyes on them, the island’s secrets could never remain hidden,
The pressing task is to distance himself from the scandal.
The ard guard, shouted at, ignored it, and when George Clooney attempted to cross the yellow caution line, he struck him with the butt of a rifle, knocking the Hollywood star to the ground, even causing a few teeth to fall out.
The surrounding crowd gasped in horror and so even whimpered, yet the ard guard was unfazed, bending down, and coldly said to the moaning Clooney, "The order was given by the President."
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"...So, the final boss of this task is the darkened Obama."
On the path leading to the mountaintop, Zhongtian Beiji asked with furrowed brows, "Can we trust him?"
"The integrity of a politician is like the approval rating of Three Kingdoms Kill, you can’t say it’s nonexistent but it can be ignored."
Li Cheng said casually, "Rember the failure penalty for the task?"
"Of course I rember," Zhongtian Beiji replied imdiately, "If we fail to kill 8 SVIPs, we will be permanently trapped in the script world."
"Did you notice that this ti it’s not a Punishnt Task, and it doesn’t say that we retain our current form if we fail. This ans if we fail, we will be left in this world and restored to full strength,"
Li Cheng said, "If you were Obama, would you let a group of enraged Transcendents stay in your world?"
"Certainly not."
Zhongtian Beiji mused, indeed, for players, staying in the parallel world of 2009 is of no benefit, after losing slum, the biggest resource platform, it’s hard for players to survive in increasingly difficult Script Tasks.
But for Obama, having several Level 25 Transcendents appear for no reason is also a disaster——unless intercept using a series of intercontinental missile strikes or bombing directly with a nuclear weapon, it’s incredibly hard to kill these otherworldly travelers.
"That’s precisely why, from Obama’s perspective, he only has two options."
Li Cheng raised two fingers and said casually, "One, ensure that we kill the remaining seven SVIPs, help us complete the task, then escort us out of here."
Two, take advantage of the Transcendents being in their infant form, directly execute all players on the spot, and have his people take over the qualifications.
There isn’t a third option."
As they talked, the two arrived at the mountaintop, and sure enough, they saw a gigantic rock with a slightly different color. The sand in front of the rock had traces of being dragged, with footprints still visible.
Sensing soone’s arrival, a voice ca from the speaker hidden in the hollow tree trunk, "Welco, gentlen."
Li Cheng stopped, "Aren’t you going to invite us in?"
"Haha, Mr. Pifu, you’re really humorous,"
Obama laughed, "Although you are trapped in infant bodies, with Spiritual Power Value locked below 100 points, I’m very certain that if this door were opened, you’d definitely be able to kill everyone here in two minutes."
"That’s overstating it a bit, two minutes isn’t enough, two and a half might be more like it."
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