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Chapter 396
397. Chapter 396: I Will Slaughter Everyone Here!
At this moment, he slightly lowered his head, like a deity presiding over judgment, looking at the hesitant Nixon, and said coldly, "Ten seconds left."
The surroundings became increasingly silent, as if one could hear Nixon's increasingly heavy breathing.
"He absolutely wouldn't dare kill me! If I die, governments from various countries will unite to exterminate the Mutants!"
Nixon, feigning calmness on the surface, was roaring madly in his heart. Unconsciously, he had clenched his fist tightly, his palm was covered in sweat.
"What if this guy is a lunatic?" A terrifying thought suddenly surfaced, and Nixon's temples were instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"Ten, nine…" Xia Shang's expression grew colder and colder, his gaze towards Nixon was like looking at a dying person.
"This guy is a lunatic!"
Nixon gritted his teeth and nodded heavily, "Alright, I agree to cooperate with you, but I have two conditions."
There was no other way, he truly didn't dare gamble with his life on whether the other party would kill him. Even if the possibility of him being killed was only 1%, the probability was ultimately not zero.
"What conditions?" Xia Shang put away the fireball and asked.
"First, it's impossible for us to have long-term cooperation. Second, during my term in office, you absolutely cannot step foot into the White House."
Nixon knew very well that if the information about his cooperation with the Mutants leaked out, the consequences would be far more severe than the Listening Device Incident. By then, he would be cursed at and pointed at by the American public, and might even become the most infamous President in history textbooks.
Furthermore, he didn't want today's incident to happen a second time, because his heart truly couldn't handle it.
After hearing this, Xia Shang was silent for a moment. The two conditions Nixon proposed weren't excessive, he could barely accept them.
"No problem. After the incident is over, contact the person on the business card." Xia Shang, as if performing magic, produced a black business card. "I believe regarding our relationship, you will keep it a secret, otherwise, I don't mind coming again."
Flinging out the card, Xia Shang instantly vanished from the spot.
"Weiss Newspaper Agency… Mr. Jervis." Nixon bent down to pick up the business card, looking at the content on it, his expression was extremely grim.
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Half an hour later, wearing a black suit, Nixon, with his shoes polished to a shine, arrived at the scene of the press conference amidst the unusually intense sound of camera shutters.
"Please quiet down, everyone."
Nixon, facing the flashbulbs, stood at the Public Stage and spoke into the microphone.
Instantly, the scene became much quieter. Whether they were reporters or others, their gaze at this moment all fell upon his face.
"The main reason I called this press conference is to explain the Watergate Scandal that occurred some time ago." Before Nixon could finish speaking.
A bold reporter from The Washington Post raised his hand and questioned loudly, "Mr. President, it is said that in a month, the Judicial Committee will decide to announce and impeach all the evidence related to you. May I ask, given the current conclusive evidence, are you holding this conference to cover up and absolve yourself of your crimes?"
What the reporter said was undoubtedly a public slap in Nixon's face.
Nixon suppressed his anger and tried his best to make his voice sound calm and natural.
"Before the Judicial Committee passes the articles of my impeachment, I still have the authority to defend myself. In fact, this was merely an accidental incident. Furthermore, regarding the installation of the Listening Device, I was completely unaware." As soon as these words came out, the reporters present couldn't help but smile knowingly. This kind of excuse that even a child wouldn't believe actually came out of the President's mouth. It seems this Mr. President is truly cornered.
"Mr. President, we hope you can hand over that tape recording. We already have sufficient evidence to prove that your assistant, at your request, was involved in this matter."
Several prosecutors walked out from the crowd and spoke to Nixon.
Just as they raised the documents in their hands, a ball of flame descending from the sky slammed into one person's head with a bang. The prosecutor who was hit let out a shrill scream and was instantly completely engulfed by the flames.
In just a few breaths, he was burned into a charred corpse by the flames and amidst the screams of the crowd, fell onto the Lawn.
Everyone's first reaction was to raise their heads and look up at the sky.
However, the sight they saw terrified them to the core.
They saw a man wearing a black robe hovering high in the sky, surrounded by rings of crimson, composed of countless fireballs. And the man at the center of the rings, his expression was indifferent, overlooking the Ground like a deity.
Mysterious! Powerful! These words instantly appeared in everyone's minds.
"Butcher! Billy Butcher!" Camille in the crowd cried out.
Besides him, several other reporters from Washington all looked horrified, "Mutant Butcher! How could he be here?"
"Butcher? Is there such a person among the Mutants?"
Under the deliberate official blockade, reporters from other cities simply didn't know about a person named Billy.
"I said, within a week, if Mystique is not handed over, then I will carry out indiscriminate slaughter throughout the United States.” Xia Shang's figure slowly descended. The high temperature emitted by the surrounding ring of fire even made the reporters on the Lawn feel their skin burning.
"Unfortunately, the effect wasn't good. You seemingly have no intention of handing over Mystique. Therefore, I believe you don't care about the lives of ordinary people."
He extended his right hand towards the crowd. In an instant, a large number of fireballs fell like meteors.
However, under Xia Shang's deliberate control, the fireballs hit only some prosecutors or some high-level government officials, while the reporters on the scene were spared.
For a moment, the crowd scattered and fled, but some bolder reporters still aimed their cameras at Xia Shang in mid-air.
Especially after the reporters discovered that the fireballs weren't aimed at them, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Notify the Army! Send the Army over quickly!" A military officer in uniform hurriedly shouted around.
At the same time, the Guard responsible for the Meeting Hall's security nervously raised the guns in their hands, aiming at Xia Shang in the air, and continuously pulled the triggers.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!!" Gunshots rang out loudly, countless bullets shot towards Xia Shang.
Facing the incoming bullets, Xia Shang calmly waved his hand, directly altering their flight path, causing them to shoot into the Lawn.
"You have five minutes to hand over Mystique, otherwise I will slaughter everyone here."
"Quick! Notify the Mutant Research Institute and tell them to bring Mystique over quickly.” Nixon On Stage tried his best to cooperate with Xia Shang's performance. Pretending to be panicked, he grabbed the collar of the assistant beside him and said urgently.
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At this moment, he slightly lowered his head, like a deity presiding over judgment, looking at the hesitant Nixon, and said coldly, "Ten seconds left."
The surroundings became increasingly silent, as if one could hear Nixon's increasingly heavy breathing.
"He absolutely wouldn't dare kill me! If I die, governments from various countries will unite to exterminate the Mutants!"
Nixon, feigning calmness on the surface, was roaring madly in his heart. Unconsciously, he had clenched his fist tightly, his palm was covered in sweat.
"What if this guy is a lunatic?" A terrifying thought suddenly surfaced, and Nixon's temples were instantly soaked with cold sweat.
"Ten, nine…" Xia Shang's expression grew colder and colder, his gaze towards Nixon was like looking at a dying person.
"This guy is a lunatic!"
Nixon gritted his teeth and nodded heavily, "Alright, I agree to cooperate with you, but I have two conditions."
There was no other way, he truly didn't dare gamble with his life on whether the other party would kill him. Even if the possibility of him being killed was only 1%, the probability was ultimately not zero.
"What conditions?" Xia Shang put away the fireball and asked.
"First, it's impossible for us to have long-term cooperation. Second, during my term in office, you absolutely cannot step foot into the White House."
Nixon knew very well that if the information about his cooperation with the Mutants leaked out, the consequences would be far more severe than the Listening Device Incident. By then, he would be cursed at and pointed at by the American public, and might even become the most infamous President in history textbooks.
Furthermore, he didn't want today's incident to happen a second time, because his heart truly couldn't handle it.
After hearing this, Xia Shang was silent for a moment. The two conditions Nixon proposed weren't excessive, he could barely accept them.
"No problem. After the incident is over, contact the person on the business card." Xia Shang, as if performing magic, produced a black business card. "I believe regarding our relationship, you will keep it a secret, otherwise, I don't mind coming again."
Flinging out the card, Xia Shang instantly vanished from the spot.
"Weiss Newspaper Agency… Mr. Jervis." Nixon bent down to pick up the business card, looking at the content on it, his expression was extremely grim.
…………
Half an hour later, wearing a black suit, Nixon, with his shoes polished to a shine, arrived at the scene of the press conference amidst the unusually intense sound of camera shutters.
"Please quiet down, everyone."
Nixon, facing the flashbulbs, stood at the Public Stage and spoke into the microphone.
Instantly, the scene became much quieter. Whether they were reporters or others, their gaze at this moment all fell upon his face.
"The main reason I called this press conference is to explain the Watergate Scandal that occurred some time ago." Before Nixon could finish speaking.
A bold reporter from The Washington Post raised his hand and questioned loudly, "Mr. President, it is said that in a month, the Judicial Committee will decide to announce and impeach all the evidence related to you. May I ask, given the current conclusive evidence, are you holding this conference to cover up and absolve yourself of your crimes?"
What the reporter said was undoubtedly a public slap in Nixon's face.
Nixon suppressed his anger and tried his best to make his voice sound calm and natural.
"Before the Judicial Committee passes the articles of my impeachment, I still have the authority to defend myself. In fact, this was merely an accidental incident. Furthermore, regarding the installation of the Listening Device, I was completely unaware." As soon as these words came out, the reporters present couldn't help but smile knowingly. This kind of excuse that even a child wouldn't believe actually came out of the President's mouth. It seems this Mr. President is truly cornered.
"Mr. President, we hope you can hand over that tape recording. We already have sufficient evidence to prove that your assistant, at your request, was involved in this matter."
Several prosecutors walked out from the crowd and spoke to Nixon.
Just as they raised the documents in their hands, a ball of flame descending from the sky slammed into one person's head with a bang. The prosecutor who was hit let out a shrill scream and was instantly completely engulfed by the flames.
In just a few breaths, he was burned into a charred corpse by the flames and amidst the screams of the crowd, fell onto the Lawn.
Everyone's first reaction was to raise their heads and look up at the sky.
However, the sight they saw terrified them to the core.
They saw a man wearing a black robe hovering high in the sky, surrounded by rings of crimson, composed of countless fireballs. And the man at the center of the rings, his expression was indifferent, overlooking the Ground like a deity.
Mysterious! Powerful! These words instantly appeared in everyone's minds.
"Butcher! Billy Butcher!" Camille in the crowd cried out.
Besides him, several other reporters from Washington all looked horrified, "Mutant Butcher! How could he be here?"
"Butcher? Is there such a person among the Mutants?"
Under the deliberate official blockade, reporters from other cities simply didn't know about a person named Billy.
"I said, within a week, if Mystique is not handed over, then I will carry out indiscriminate slaughter throughout the United States.” Xia Shang's figure slowly descended. The high temperature emitted by the surrounding ring of fire even made the reporters on the Lawn feel their skin burning.
"Unfortunately, the effect wasn't good. You seemingly have no intention of handing over Mystique. Therefore, I believe you don't care about the lives of ordinary people."
He extended his right hand towards the crowd. In an instant, a large number of fireballs fell like meteors.
However, under Xia Shang's deliberate control, the fireballs hit only some prosecutors or some high-level government officials, while the reporters on the scene were spared.
For a moment, the crowd scattered and fled, but some bolder reporters still aimed their cameras at Xia Shang in mid-air.
Especially after the reporters discovered that the fireballs weren't aimed at them, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Notify the Army! Send the Army over quickly!" A military officer in uniform hurriedly shouted around.
At the same time, the Guard responsible for the Meeting Hall's security nervously raised the guns in their hands, aiming at Xia Shang in the air, and continuously pulled the triggers.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!!" Gunshots rang out loudly, countless bullets shot towards Xia Shang.
Facing the incoming bullets, Xia Shang calmly waved his hand, directly altering their flight path, causing them to shoot into the Lawn.
"You have five minutes to hand over Mystique, otherwise I will slaughter everyone here."
"Quick! Notify the Mutant Research Institute and tell them to bring Mystique over quickly.” Nixon On Stage tried his best to cooperate with Xia Shang's performance. Pretending to be panicked, he grabbed the collar of the assistant beside him and said urgently.
(end of chapter)
