People in Marvel: I am a super native of the motherland

Chapter 107 You are truly the worst American government I have ever led.

With inexplicable panic, Jason spread out the paper handed over by John.

It is densely packed with names, and the first name is Blondie Harry, the name of the current President of the United States.

Just by scanning, he also saw the names of the Vice President, Secretary of State, and the current mayor and governor of New York.

"Since you want to be my dog, I can't treat you badly." John smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Check off one-third of the list and hand it over to me after eight o'clock."

"Then, they will -" John put his fingers together and said in a sinister tone: "They will die artistically."

After saying that, John walked into the room with a smile and closed the door, leaving Agent Jason at the door looking at the list in a daze.

He knew in his heart that if he really checked off this list, there would be no turning back, but thinking about the colleagues who were following him, he gritted his teeth and went back with the list without hesitation.

As soon as he returned to the meeting place, the team members looked at him in surprise and said, "It's almost time. Captain, what were you doing just now?"

"I just made a deal with the people of my motherland." Jason spread the note in his hand in front of everyone and said: "Don't say that as the captain, I won't take you to play. Each person will pick three names and tick them off."

"What do you mean?" Everyone was stunned.

"We have obviously been abandoned by those BYD people. There is only half an hour left and there is no news over there. When the time is up, I don't know whether those people will survive, but we will definitely not survive."

"So I just went to join the people of the motherland, and this is the certificate of surrender." Jason slapped his right hand on the list, glanced at his team members and said: "Of course, if any of you decide not to go with us, I will never stop you. On."

The atmosphere became tense for a moment, and everyone looked at each other without speaking.

Half an hour later, when John opened the door again, Jason had respectfully presented the list with both hands. Behind him were all Secret Service members who had turned from the dark to the bright.

John took the list and scanned it, and then he was happy: "It's so decisive. Most of the powerful officials and generals in the United States, including the president and vice president, have all been ticked."

"Okay, since you have chosen these options, it is up to you to fill these vacancies." John said lightly.

"What?" These agents didn't expect the people from the motherland to say that. They all opened their mouths in surprise and froze on the spot.

Changing from being an agent to becoming the president is no longer a three-step leap, it is a direct step to the sky.

John ignored their surprise and turned around to leave, but at this moment the door of the room next to him opened with a click. Gwen poked out half of her head and said with sadness on her face: "Can you not go?"

"I gave them a chance." John said calmly, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only Gwen with a complicated expression.

At the same time, around the White House, a large number of special forces were ambushing and began to charge with firearms. Hundreds of tanks were also roaring towards the White House.

During the charge, these soldiers endured the unspeakable absurdity in their hearts. The last time a large-scale battle occurred in this location was more than 200 years ago, when it was not called the White House.

"Kakkaka!"

Just as they were advancing, the soldiers in the front row heard a large crisp sound of bones breaking from behind, but before they could react, the next moment their eyes fell into darkness and eternal silence.John pulled the soldier's head directly from his shoulders with one hand, and threw it casually. After the head drew an arc, it fell into the S-shaped hole that had been previously lasered.

At this moment, this pit is densely packed with thousands of heads.

The expressions of each of these people were either solemn or solemn, and their looks were also all kinds of strange. Some even had their brains ripped out along with their cervical vertebrae.

The only thing they have in common is that they don't feel any fear or pain, and they don't even realize that they are dead.

In just one second, this temple composed of the heads of American soldiers was formed.

But it was not over yet. John retrieved the lists ticked by the agents from his memory, and then flew out in a random direction.

In the sky above a small country in South America, the President of the United States was flying around in a special plane in disorder, while looking at the computer screen in front of him, his expression was extremely panicked.

"What did you say? All the troops that went to attack the alien at the White House lost contact within three seconds, and all the tanks and planes were destroyed?"

"That's the truth, and maybe we should have agreed to meet with him from the beginning," the vice president sighed via video.

"Do you want me to meet that kind of terrorist?" the president snorted coldly: "If bullets don't work, use missiles. If missiles don't work, use nuclear bombs. The United States will never compromise."

But just as he finished speaking, a red light flashed, instantly splitting the plane and the laptop in front of him into two. After a moment of spinning, his whole body was pulled up by a hand.

"I wasted three minutes of my time looking for you. Isn't that special?" John was suspended in mid-air, holding the president's collar with his right hand and said coldly.

"A native of the motherland?" The president obviously knew John's appearance through surveillance, so he recognized him immediately, but the next moment he was taken directly towards Washington.

Returning to Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington, the entrance to the White House is now completely packed with people kneeling on their knees.

All of these people had their hands and feet tied tightly behind their backs by the agents, and each one was so frightened that they could not even speak a complete sentence.

Because in front of them, the heads of the soldiers were lined up, staring at them with wide eyes. Even in the morning when the sun was shining, it almost made them break into a cold sweat.

"You are simply the worst first U.S. government I have ever led." John threw the president into the kneeling crowd in front of him, his tone full of disappointment.

Kneeling in front of him were the president, vice president, governors and generals, almost all of the upper echelons of the United States.

"You are a devil, you will..." A slightly tough official wanted to speak, but his head rolled down the next moment.

"He was not on the selected list, so he didn't have to die." John said with a pity on his face: "Tough bones have to be divided into places. The harder you are, the more I want to chew on you."

"And the reporters over there, why are you standing so far away? I won't kill you for no reason. Come over quickly and take a clear picture." John looked at the reporter holding a camera in the distance and urged.

"Oh...I...I know!" When John looked at him, the reporter's legs immediately softened, but he did not dare to disobey, so he could only move here step by step, so that the picture taken in front of him could be transmitted to The whole world.

(End of this chapter)