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Chapter 395
Chapter 395: Butcher Billy! The Press Conference!
Chasing hot topics is an old tradition in the Newspaper Agency. As the second-in-command of the Newspaper Agency, Camille naturally wanted to join the excitement.
"Take a few Reporter and go there yourself. I have a premonition that something unexpected might happen at tomorrow's press conference." Xia Shang smiled slightly, then waved his hand, signaling Camille to leave.
After hearing this, Camille's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but think of Homelander, whom Xia Shang had been heavily promoting recently. Could Homelander appear at the press conference tomorrow morning? Camille didn't dare to think further, turned around, and left the Office.
At this moment, Xia Shang, sitting behind the desk, propped up the newspaper on the table. At the same time, the white suit he was wearing suddenly turned into viscous black liquid, and as it twisted and condensed, it instantly transformed into a black robe.
"The chance to make a name for yourself is here, Mr. President. I advise you not to be ungrateful." Xia Shang slowly lowered the newspaper covering his face. If anyone else were present at this moment, they would surely gasp, because Xia Shang's face was identical to Butcher Billy's.
The nickname "Butcher" was given to him by the Washington Citizen. It specifically originated from something Billy once said: "In a week, I will carry out indiscriminate slaughter across the United States."
It was precisely because of this statement that the Washington Citizen were in a state of panic. Fortunately, a week passed and nothing happened, which allowed them to breathe a sigh of relief.
…………
The next morning, at the White House in the United States.
On a Lawn directly in front of the White House, Reporter holding cameras had arrived at the scene of the press conference early.
Besides the Reporter, those who came included Government Official, as well as prosecutors from the Federal Prosecutor's Office, Representative from the US House of Representatives, and other leading figures.
"I didn't invite anyone from the Committee to the press conference." Inside the Presidential Office, Nixon, wearing a black suit, stood by the window, adjusting his tie while speaking angrily.
He was furious seeing those prosecutors now. These guys were hounding him like rabid dogs. Clearly, installing listening devices was a common and unpublicized minor matter. Normally, everyone knew about it, and besides, every president had done it since President Roosevelt's time; he wasn't the first.
"Shetty! What a bunch of shit." Nixon cursed a few times to vent his indignation. However, he also understood that the essence of this matter was a Political Party struggle. His Political Party was currently in a weak position. According to them, Nixon should ideally give up and resign. But Nixon was somewhat unwilling, which was why he called the press conference, hoping to see if he could salvage the situation, maybe even reverse it.
Thinking of this, he sighed, because the possibility was very small...
"Mr. President, you don't seem very happy." Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice sounded from behind Nixon.
"Who are you?"
Although Nixon was startled, he forced himself to remain calm. He turned his head to look behind him and saw the man who had suddenly appeared. His eyes were deep, his face slightly fierce, and he had a thick beard, looking like a bandit.
"Butcher." Xia Shang smiled, saying Billy's nickname.
"Butcher?" A hint of doubt flashed in Nixon's eyes. "I don't think I've seen you before."
"I am a Mutant." As soon as he said this, Nixon immediately became alert. Looking at the uninvited guest before him, he said in a deep voice, "Are you here to kill me?"
Xia Shang shook his head.
"A living president is of greater value to me."
"What do you mean?" Nixon, whose body was tense, slowly moved his body, groping for the button under the desk. This button was specifically prepared to prevent assassination attempts on the president; once pressed, people would immediately rush into the Office.
"Guess if your speed in pressing the button is faster, or my speed in killing you is faster?" Xia Shang, who had X-ray Vision, smiled after seeing Nixon's small movement.
"Alright, I think we can talk properly."
Seeing that his movement had been seen through, Nixon took a step back and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Guard maintaining order below.
"Mr. President, I'm here to help you solve your troubles. You should be very clear that before long, those people from the Federal Prosecutor's Office will force you to hand over the wiretap tapes and documents. This is essentially a bomb that will blow you to pieces."
"That's interesting, go on." Nixon seemed to guess the other party's purpose for coming this time. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, regaining his usual composure.
"To cover up the sound produced when a bomb explodes, you need to detonate a bigger bomb. And I'm here this time to act as that bomb. As long as you agree to cooperate with me, I will blow all your troubles to pieces."
Xia Shang raised his hand, then opened his palm in front of Nixon. "Bang... The gaze of the entire public will not be focused on you."
"What do you want? Money or something else?" It must be said, the other party's words sounded extremely tempting. Although cooperating with the other party would carry a certain risk, Nixon had no other options available at this moment.
"I want to establish a Mutant Company. You can understand it as a Superhero Group. What you need to do is silently support it from behind."
"You want to turn Mutants into Superheroes?" Nixon narrowed his eyes, his tone solemn.
"I would never betray humanity for my personal future."
"Are you sure?"
Xia Shang clenched his five fingers, and a crimson red fireball shot out from his palm. "Mr. President, I forgot to tell you, I actually have a drug that can turn ordinary humans into Mutants. Think about it, if I were to inject that drug into your children, wouldn't things become very interesting? At that time, your children would also become dissection subjects for researching Mutants."
Instantly, Nixon's face became extremely ugly, and at the same time, a huge wave surged within him. Could there really be something that could turn ordinary humans into Mutants? Why had he never even heard of it? Or perhaps, that drug didn't exist at all, and the other party was just lying to him.
"The press conference is about to start. I'll give you one minute at most to consider. Life or death, you choose."
The fireball in Xia Shang's hand emitted waves of heat outwards. In just a few breaths, the temperature inside the Office had risen by several degrees.
(End of Chapter)
Chasing hot topics is an old tradition in the Newspaper Agency. As the second-in-command of the Newspaper Agency, Camille naturally wanted to join the excitement.
"Take a few Reporter and go there yourself. I have a premonition that something unexpected might happen at tomorrow's press conference." Xia Shang smiled slightly, then waved his hand, signaling Camille to leave.
After hearing this, Camille's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't help but think of Homelander, whom Xia Shang had been heavily promoting recently. Could Homelander appear at the press conference tomorrow morning? Camille didn't dare to think further, turned around, and left the Office.
At this moment, Xia Shang, sitting behind the desk, propped up the newspaper on the table. At the same time, the white suit he was wearing suddenly turned into viscous black liquid, and as it twisted and condensed, it instantly transformed into a black robe.
"The chance to make a name for yourself is here, Mr. President. I advise you not to be ungrateful." Xia Shang slowly lowered the newspaper covering his face. If anyone else were present at this moment, they would surely gasp, because Xia Shang's face was identical to Butcher Billy's.
The nickname "Butcher" was given to him by the Washington Citizen. It specifically originated from something Billy once said: "In a week, I will carry out indiscriminate slaughter across the United States."
It was precisely because of this statement that the Washington Citizen were in a state of panic. Fortunately, a week passed and nothing happened, which allowed them to breathe a sigh of relief.
…………
The next morning, at the White House in the United States.
On a Lawn directly in front of the White House, Reporter holding cameras had arrived at the scene of the press conference early.
Besides the Reporter, those who came included Government Official, as well as prosecutors from the Federal Prosecutor's Office, Representative from the US House of Representatives, and other leading figures.
"I didn't invite anyone from the Committee to the press conference." Inside the Presidential Office, Nixon, wearing a black suit, stood by the window, adjusting his tie while speaking angrily.
He was furious seeing those prosecutors now. These guys were hounding him like rabid dogs. Clearly, installing listening devices was a common and unpublicized minor matter. Normally, everyone knew about it, and besides, every president had done it since President Roosevelt's time; he wasn't the first.
"Shetty! What a bunch of shit." Nixon cursed a few times to vent his indignation. However, he also understood that the essence of this matter was a Political Party struggle. His Political Party was currently in a weak position. According to them, Nixon should ideally give up and resign. But Nixon was somewhat unwilling, which was why he called the press conference, hoping to see if he could salvage the situation, maybe even reverse it.
Thinking of this, he sighed, because the possibility was very small...
"Mr. President, you don't seem very happy." Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice sounded from behind Nixon.
"Who are you?"
Although Nixon was startled, he forced himself to remain calm. He turned his head to look behind him and saw the man who had suddenly appeared. His eyes were deep, his face slightly fierce, and he had a thick beard, looking like a bandit.
"Butcher." Xia Shang smiled, saying Billy's nickname.
"Butcher?" A hint of doubt flashed in Nixon's eyes. "I don't think I've seen you before."
"I am a Mutant." As soon as he said this, Nixon immediately became alert. Looking at the uninvited guest before him, he said in a deep voice, "Are you here to kill me?"
Xia Shang shook his head.
"A living president is of greater value to me."
"What do you mean?" Nixon, whose body was tense, slowly moved his body, groping for the button under the desk. This button was specifically prepared to prevent assassination attempts on the president; once pressed, people would immediately rush into the Office.
"Guess if your speed in pressing the button is faster, or my speed in killing you is faster?" Xia Shang, who had X-ray Vision, smiled after seeing Nixon's small movement.
"Alright, I think we can talk properly."
Seeing that his movement had been seen through, Nixon took a step back and glanced out of the corner of his eye at the Guard maintaining order below.
"Mr. President, I'm here to help you solve your troubles. You should be very clear that before long, those people from the Federal Prosecutor's Office will force you to hand over the wiretap tapes and documents. This is essentially a bomb that will blow you to pieces."
"That's interesting, go on." Nixon seemed to guess the other party's purpose for coming this time. He slightly raised the corner of his mouth, regaining his usual composure.
"To cover up the sound produced when a bomb explodes, you need to detonate a bigger bomb. And I'm here this time to act as that bomb. As long as you agree to cooperate with me, I will blow all your troubles to pieces."
Xia Shang raised his hand, then opened his palm in front of Nixon. "Bang... The gaze of the entire public will not be focused on you."
"What do you want? Money or something else?" It must be said, the other party's words sounded extremely tempting. Although cooperating with the other party would carry a certain risk, Nixon had no other options available at this moment.
"I want to establish a Mutant Company. You can understand it as a Superhero Group. What you need to do is silently support it from behind."
"You want to turn Mutants into Superheroes?" Nixon narrowed his eyes, his tone solemn.
"I would never betray humanity for my personal future."
"Are you sure?"
Xia Shang clenched his five fingers, and a crimson red fireball shot out from his palm. "Mr. President, I forgot to tell you, I actually have a drug that can turn ordinary humans into Mutants. Think about it, if I were to inject that drug into your children, wouldn't things become very interesting? At that time, your children would also become dissection subjects for researching Mutants."
Instantly, Nixon's face became extremely ugly, and at the same time, a huge wave surged within him. Could there really be something that could turn ordinary humans into Mutants? Why had he never even heard of it? Or perhaps, that drug didn't exist at all, and the other party was just lying to him.
"The press conference is about to start. I'll give you one minute at most to consider. Life or death, you choose."
The fireball in Xia Shang's hand emitted waves of heat outwards. In just a few breaths, the temperature inside the Office had risen by several degrees.
(End of Chapter)
