"I understand," Pierre's father gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do about it. The gods were too terrifying. A family was no match for the gods. If they invaded rashly, their own family would not be enough to kill them.
"That's good, but please tell the two Presidents Bush that I will go to your place for a drink when I am free," Xing Luo smiled. After finishing speaking, the phone in his hand suddenly turned into metal powder.
, eyes flashing with cold murderous intent.
It was not only Doyle who was shocked by Xing Luo's murderous intent, but even the president of a country stood there numbly. The three young sons of the four major American families were also trembling with fear.
"Mr. President, I hope you will fulfill your promise," Xing Luo looked at the president and said softly.
"Haha, haha, this is natural," the president wiped the sweat from his forehead without leaving any trace, and nodded with a smile.
…………
Within the Bush family, Peele's father, George Prescott Bush, looked so gloomy at the moment that it frightened many people. He was commonly known as Bush Jr., that is, the eldest grandson of Bush Sr. and the younger brother of George W. Bush.
nephew.
As the first eldest son of the third generation of the Bush family, he received unprecedented attention from the family when he was born, and was named after his great-grandfather, Senator Prescott Bush.
He has had political ambitions since he was a child. He once served as the Youth Representative Chairman of the Republican National Convention. He is currently a successful real estate developer and is expected to become the new generation "head" of the family.
Likewise, as the third-generation eldest son of the prominent Bush family, he is also regarded as the most potential rising political star in the Republican Party.
"Pierre...,"
On a seat, an old man in his sixties with white hair on his temples sat there. His blue eyes always had a smile on his face. He looked at Prescott and asked.
"He's dead," Prescott said, clenching his teeth and clenching his fists tightly, like a furious beast.
Pierre is the fourth-generation eldest grandson of the Bush family. He was talented and intelligent since he was a child. If he put in some effort, he could definitely succeed in his father's footsteps, but now he was killed by a god.
"Your Majesty, the God of Death," the old man sitting on the main seat murmured softly, with a glimmer of light in his cloudy old eyes as he said, "I never thought that your Majesty would be Thanatos, the God of Death,"
"Father, what should we do now? The God of Death is obviously trying to seek justice for K. If we don't resist, the Bush family may fall." Bush, who was in his sixties, looked at his old father.
, asked in a deep voice.
"Then do you think that with all our strength, we can defeat the most advanced technology and the king of the gods?" Bush Sr. looked at Bush Jr. and asked softly.
Hearing this, George W. Bush was immediately stunned. He has a war spirit in his heart. He launched the war in Afghanistan to overthrow the Taliban regime and eradicate the power of Al Qaeda, and then launched the war in Iraq to overthrow the Hussein regime.
From all these, we can see that George W. Bush is not afraid of war, nor is he afraid of others invading him.
"Grandpa, don't we have Blue Storm, and we also have the CIA, and the gods say they can't kill without reason. We might as well use these powers to avenge Pierre," Prescott gritted his teeth.
said.
"Bullshit,"
Bush Sr. suddenly shouted loudly and said: "Using the power of the country to fight against the gods is simply a fantasy. Just now the leader of the Blue Storm, Doyle, was in the President's office. The God of Death did not even give Doyle the face." , can the power of the country defeat the gods?"
When Prescott heard this, he shrank his head slightly in fear. Although Bush Sr. had already stepped down, his vigorous and resolute methods still made them extremely afraid.
"Father, as a god, he should also have his own enemies. The enemies of our enemies are our friends. And here in the United States, there are also gods to whom we can ask for help," George W. Bush said with a twinkle in his eye.
When Bush heard this, after being silent for a long time, his old face relaxed for the last time and nodded.
…………
At this time, in the same villa, Arnold went home early and told his father. When the director of the FBI heard that the king had come to the United States, he quickly spread his power to find out what the king wanted to do.
However, when he found out that Xing Luo was in the White House in Washington, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground.
It didn't take long for even bigger news to follow...
The king is Thanatos, the god of death.
This major news swept all the forces in the United States. Some of the forces that participated in the encirclement and suppression of K. were also frightened. Everyone knew how terrifying the power of a god was.
More than a hundred years before Columbus discovered the Americas, state power had actually appeared on this continent. However, in the end, it was because he offended a god. In anger, the gods destroyed the country for thousands of years. With a population of 10,000, some remaining populations are also scattered around the world.
Such a terrifying nightmare has always been stored in the drawer of the Intelligence Bureau, which also let them know how terrifying the gods are, and they can never be messed with by mortals like them.
"Father, what should I do?" Arnold was frightened and his face was full of panic. He remembered that he had overestimated his capabilities and found hundreds of soldiers to besiege Xingluo. In the end, Xingluo burned his hair with fire. Even my scalp was burned a lot.
His father also spent a lot of effort over the years to get his hair to grow back.
But this nightmare has always been buried in Arnold's heart. When he remembered that Xing Luo had just arrived in the United States today and then arrived at Arnold Castle, a large amount of sweat appeared on his back.
"No, it's okay. We didn't join in the fun back then. If His Excellency...the God of Death wanted to kill us, he would have done it in the castle a long time ago," the FBI director took a deep breath and said somewhat happily.
Arnold nodded. At that time, there were many people here who tried to persuade them to get a share of the pie. The director of the FBI was also a little tempted at the time, but Arnold held him back tightly. Otherwise, their family would definitely suffer from today's disaster. Can't afford it.
"Son, it's a good thing you were smart back then, otherwise we would have been really miserable today," the FBI director looked at Arnold and sighed softly.
"With him coming back so strongly, we can see that the United States is once again in a bloody turmoil..."