Two Realms: Don't call me evil!

Chapter 505 Bloody Building (6K)

Black Palace!

Lawrence looked at the hung up phone in his hand with an unpleasant expression, and couldn't help but slapped the table heavily.

"Is he, Turte, planning a rebellion? How dare he act so recklessly? What does he think of the laws and regulations of the country? Is the National Guard his private army?"

Lawrence's hands turned red from clapping in anger. As the president of the United States, one can imagine how he felt when he was ignored by the governor.

More importantly, Tourte called upon the 40th Mechanized Infantry Division of the National Guard to deal with the 20 genetic warriors participating in the Los Angeles Olympics.

Such behavior was intolerable to Lawrence.

Because in three months, the outcome of the U.S. presidential election will be decided. If we are not careful in dealing with the genetic warriors sent by the Jeko Group to participate in the competition, war will begin.

If he starts a war against the Jacko Group during his term, given the current sentiment in the United States, once he loses the war, his approval rating in the polls will inevitably drop and he will completely lose the qualification for re-election.

"Judith, have you found out anything? Why is that bastard Turte so determined to take action? Just because Franco made a fool of himself?"

Lawrence suppressed the fire in his heart and turned his gaze to Judith who was standing in front of the desk.

Judith is the director of the CIA, whose duty is to provide a basis for the president's decision-making. The director is the intelligence adviser of the National Security Council and is responsible to the president. However, because of this, the relationship between the CIA and the FBI, which is affiliated with the Department of Justice, and other intelligence agencies is quite tense.

Judith nodded and reported, "Mr. President, our CIA has actually found some clues. This matter is not that simple.

California is the sphere of influence of the California Consortium, and they are the ones interfering in this matter."

Hearing this, Lawrence frowned and gritted his teeth and said, "Is it the Democrats who did this?"

California is a stronghold of the Democratic Party, and the California Financial Group is one of the top ten financial groups in the United States, ranking among the top three, and is also a supporter of the Democratic Party.

This consortium is a new consortium that emerged during World War II.

Since California is the largest arms production base in the United States, during World War II, the Bank of America Group, the San Francisco Group, and the Los Angeles Group expanded rapidly with the rapid development of the arms industry, and eventually formed a large consortium with the Bank of America as its financial center.

The consortium has very strong financial capital, owning two major banks, Bank of America and Wells Fargo. The arms production companies it controls are all among the top ten arms dealers and arms exporters in the United States, such as Lockheed Martin, the world's largest arms company, which has long held the top spot in arms orders from the United States Department of Defense.

There is also Northrop Grumman, the world's second largest arms dealer, and Litton Industries, the fourth largest arms dealer in the United States.

These arms groups range from producing rifle bullets to producing fighter jets, destroyers, and cruise missiles.

They built a huge military-industrial complex with Bank of America as the core. This is the essence of the California Consortium.

Lawrence belongs to the Republican Party. The two-party confrontation and factional struggle in the United States are becoming more and more intense as the presidential election is becoming more and more intense, with both sides using all means. Therefore, when Lawrence heard about the California consortium, he guessed where the problem lies.

"Mr. President, I dare not speak carelessly, but think about it, if our country goes to war with the Jacko Group, who will benefit the most?"

After Judith analyzed the matter in this way, the truth came to light.

Once a war breaks out between the United States and the Jeko Group, it will be a carnival feast for arms dealers. By then, every military-industrial enterprise will make a lot of money and earn huge profits.

The California Consortium, a huge military-industrial complex, will undoubtedly earn the biggest share in this arms trade.

This is obviously the reason why the California Consortium instructed Governor Turte to do this even at the cost of sending out the National Guard.

Others may fear the outbreak of war, but arms dealers are the ones who most hope that war will continue all the time, because war is their means of making money.

If there is no war, who will they sell the weapons they produce to?
"This bunch of bastards, they all deserve to go to hell."

Lawrence also thought everything through and gritted his teeth.

He is not afraid of war, he just doesn't want to be involved in a war with an unknown outcome during the critical period of the election.

If he was successfully re-elected as president, he might not object to going to war with the Jacko Group, but that is not possible now because he has not yet been successfully re-elected.

If war breaks out at this time and anti-war demonstrations start in the country, he will have no chance of being re-elected as president.

"Judith, go to California in person. If they don't obey orders and wantonly send out the National Guard, you, the CIA, will take action and take control of Turte."

Lawrence thought for a few minutes and gave an order with a serious face.

The so-called Governor of California, Turtle, is actually just a mouthpiece pushed to the front by the California consortium.

By controlling Tourette, he could use his presidential powers to call out the National Guard.

Because at the federal level, the President of the United States can activate the National Guard to participate in federal missions.

At the state level, governors can activate the National Guard when a local or state emergency occurs.

However, in normal times, the National Guard is directly under the orders and commands of the state government, and the U.S. Department of Defense only has the right to guide but not command the National Guard.

However, if the state government can be controlled, what the president said can be successfully passed. In addition, the entry of the CIA can also prevent the situation from spreading further.

"I understand, Mr. President. I'll leave now."

Judith knew that this was an offensive job. Controlling the state government would be equivalent to offending the California consortium behind him.

But the CIA specializes in doing this kind of dirty work, and they have offended many people. Judith is very clear about where he stands. At least at this moment, he must stand on Lawrence's side.

Los Angeles!
A large number of National Guards surrounded the Olympic Village. Soldiers armed with live ammunition continued to gather and then, under the leadership of officers, quickly broke into the Olympic Village.

There were still many athletes and staff staying in the Olympic Village. When they saw the National Guards rushing in, they didn’t understand what was happening and looked confused.

"Terrorists have appeared here. We are carrying out a military mission. Evacuate immediately."

The National Guard gathered everyone they encountered and took them out of the Olympic Village to prevent them from getting in the way.

Soon, their vanguard troops arrived at the building where the genetic warriors were located, and their guns were locked on the floors where the genetic warriors lived.

The officer hid in the bulletproof command vehicle, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand. His voice came through the loudspeaker of the command vehicle, and he began to shout at the high-rise building.

"Listen up everyone in the building. Miao Lun, Sula, and Wangupu, the twenty of you are suspected of violating our country's laws. Now I demand that you come out immediately and accept our legal review. Do not make any unnecessary struggles or resistance."

The sudden shout startled the entire building, which was home not only to genetic warriors but also other athletes and staff.

"What's going on!"

"It seems that the United States is going to use force against the gene warriors."

"Fuck, what's going on! Let's get out of here quickly. We can't stay here anymore."

The athletes in the building looked at each other, all frightened by the grand scene, and some subconsciously wanted to run out of the building.

As a result, several people who took the lead in running out were shot down by the National Guard outside, and their bodies were riddled with bullet holes.

Because of the tension and the inability to tell whether there were genetic warriors mixed in, the National Guard opened fire directly.

"Everyone return to the house immediately and do not run around."

The National Guard outside looked at the people lying in a pool of blood and had no intention of going forward to rescue them.

Witnessing all this, ordinary people inside the building were stunned and horrified. They did not expect that the U.S. army would kill people so indiscriminately, and some of those who ran away included their own people.

Seeing this situation, the remaining contestants no longer dared to go out. They could only keep cursing and then chose to post everything that happened here on the Internet through social platforms, accusing the United States of its atrocities and cruelty.

"I don't know what law of your country I broke that caused you to mobilize such a large force and even call in the National Guard."

About a minute later, Miao Lun's figure appeared from a window.

The moment he showed up, countless guns were pointed at him.

"You are suspected of violating national security. We ask you to follow us back to the police station for investigation. If you are innocent, we will naturally give you justice. If you have any demands, you can also seek solutions through legal channels."

The officer's voice was amplified through the loudspeaker and reached Miao Lun's ears upstairs.

With a mocking smile on his face, Miao Lun said calmly, "We have never committed any illegal acts. You, the United States, are not qualified to judge us. If you continue to provoke us, you will be against our Jieke Group. You should think about the consequences yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Miao Lun didn't wait for the National Guard outside to react. He disappeared from the window in a flash, and even the snipers didn't react.

The officer's face darkened; the situation he was most worried about happened.

He was never afraid that the genetic warriors would take up the weapon of law, but he was afraid that the other side would put down the law and take up weapons.

"Execute Plan B. Send the troops up and attack."

The officers had no choice but to use force. The time given by the governor was limited, and if they dragged on, the pressure from the federal government would increase.

Because there were still hundreds of people living in the building, and the news sent by those athletes began to ferment on the Internet, they could no longer continue to use heavy weapons, as that would cause serious accidental injuries. He didn't know whether his superiors would be able to handle it by then, but his official hat would definitely be in jeopardy.

"Be careful. If you encounter resistance from the genetic warriors, you can open fire directly. Don't be afraid. They are not wearing biological clothing. They are not as scary as you think. Believe in yourself. We can defeat them."

Under the command of the officers, the National Guard on the scene began to mobilize, but even with the encouragement, the National Guard on the scene was still visibly nervous. In the end, the officers gave repeated strict orders and sent out the most elite company to break into the building from the two entrances.

The building was silent and everyone was hiding in their rooms. The National Guards began to disperse and force open the doors one by one.

Ordinary people hiding in the room screamed and explained their identities as soon as possible, but a few unlucky people were still accidentally injured.

"Second floor clear!"

"The mission target was not found on the fourth floor."

"keep going!"

The National Guard never found their target and could only move to higher floors.

The building has a total of nine floors. When the National Guard soldiers arrived at the ninth floor, they gathered outside a room.

That room was the one that Miao Lun had just spoken to.

Many National Guard soldiers swallowed and felt their hearts beating rapidly in their chests.

Bang!
When the National Guard broke down the door and rushed in, they found the room empty.

no one!

When seeing this situation, many National Guard soldiers were very confused. They didn't know where the other party had hidden, considering that there were 20 people.

But while they were still confused, on the fifth floor.

On the ceiling of the corridor, the internal ventilation duct was pushed open, and a dark shadow crawled out silently.

He has human features, but there are small fleshy bumps on the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet. He lies upside down on the ceiling, like a big gecko, firmly attached to it.

This is a genetic warrior who has inherited the genes of the wall dragon insect. He can walk on walls of any angle as if it were flat ground.

And directly below this genetic warrior, there is a team of National Guard soldiers stationed here.

"Fuck, the boss just said that he didn't find anyone upstairs. Where did those genetic warriors hide? We have surrounded this place tightly. They can't fly."

"Who said it wasn't? I don't want to come here. I was working outside yesterday, and suddenly I was asked to deal with the gene warriors. What a fucking superior."

"Ha, don't you find it exciting? They are genetic warriors. If we can kill one, we can become a big internet celebrity. Didn't you hear what the captain said just now? The genetic warriors don't have biological colonization suits now. We can deal with one if we meet a few people. Otherwise, why are they afraid to see people now?"

Several National Guard members were either complaining, grumbling, or excited.

Because they have never come into contact with genetic warriors, the National Guard believes that although genetic warriors are stronger than ordinary people, they have guns. The genetic warriors' most powerful biological suits are gone, and they are now naked without any weapons in their hands. They are unarmed. The weapons in their hands give them a strong sense of security.

As they were discussing, the genetic warrior on the ceiling attached his feet firmly to the wall, and his whole body hung upside down.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
In the corridor with a height of nearly four meters, the genetic warrior clapped his hands four times in succession, exerting force with his palms, pressing down on the crowns of the heads of those National Guardsmen.

The terrifying force erupted in an instant, and the heads of the four National Guard soldiers fell to the ground like ripe watermelons, breaking into pieces. Red and white objects splattered on the surrounding walls, like brightly blooming red plum blossoms.

"What."

There were National Guard soldiers stationed on both sides of the corridor on the same floor. When they saw the situation here, their eyes widened in horror and they immediately turned their guns and started shooting.

The genetic warrior who had just landed picked up a rifle and rushed into a room.

He is a sniper-type genetic warrior with relatively low physical resistance. Although a few bullets cannot kill him, he does not want to be shot.

Dense rain of bullets swept across the corridor. Soldiers from both sides fired at each other from the left and right, but not only did they fail to hit the genetic warrior, but their bullets hit their own people instead.

Amid screams, seven or eight National Guard soldiers fell down wailing.

The National Guard soldiers hurriedly ceased firing, but as soon as they stopped, the genetic warriors leaned out from the door and opened fire with precise rapid-fire, with every shot hitting the target and accurately shooting every standing National Guard soldier in the head.

Those National Guard soldiers who were hit in the head didn't even make a sound, they just fell asleep and became corpses with residual warmth.

In just a few seconds, the genetic warriors completed the killing.

All the National Guard soldiers who were still standing were killed by headshots. The genetic warriors walked out of the room, stepped forward, and pointed their rifles at the wounded and wailing soldiers one by one, regardless of whether they begged for mercy.

After doing all this, the genetic warrior moved swiftly, leaped onto the ceiling as lightly as a cat, and passed through the gaps on the ceiling.

The National Guard soldiers who heard the firing and rushed here to reinforce had just turned a corner when the genetic warriors who had been waiting here in advance fell from the ceiling and landed in the middle of the crowd.

At this time, the genetic warrior had four arms grown on his shoulders, each holding a rifle.

Six rifles fired at the same time, and the reaction speed was astonishingly fast. As a sniper-type genetic warrior, he usually wore biological clothing and controlled six anti-material sniper rifles to snipe the enemy at the same time.

Now that you are operating a rifle at such a close distance, every shot will be fatal.

More than a dozen corpses fell to the ground one after another. All of them had a big hole on their foreheads, their eyes wide open, as if they didn't understand why the genetic warriors who were not wearing biological reproductive suits could have such terrifying combat power.

These National Guard soldiers who have been stationed in the United States have only heard about genetic warriors from hearsay or watched videos online, and their understanding is not clear enough.

Little do people know that even without biological colonization suits, the combat effectiveness of genetic warriors has already crushed ordinary soldiers, especially in these complex and narrow building environments, which are the natural hunting grounds of genetic warriors.

If the opponent was the CIA, they would never dare to enter the building so rashly. It is more likely that they would wait outside and use other means to force the genetic warriors to come out and fight on the ground.

After replenishing some ammunition, the genetic warriors continued their journey, climbing and lurking all the way, approaching the roof of the building.

Just as the battle on the fifth floor ended!

Third floor!

A massacre was also taking place here.

A genetic warrior rushed out from the ventilation duct with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.

A thick layer of armor grew on the surface of his body. It was made of highly condensed chitin, just like the shell of a beetle, and had powerful defensive capabilities.

His fighting style was completely different from that of the sniper-type genetic warrior just now. He was like a humanoid chariot, charging into the crowd of National Guard.

Countless bullets were deflected by the insect armor, and grenade explosions could not cause any damage. Only the soldier carrying the bazooka forced the genetic warrior to dodge the rockets fired at him.

The next moment, the genetic warrior who rushed forward swung his fists and feet violently. The force of his punches was measured in tons, otherwise he would not be able to wear the biological colonization suit weighing several tons.

Even if it was just an ordinary fist and kick attack, the scene was extremely bloody and cruel.

With one punch, the soldier's chest would be pierced, his internal organs would be blown out, and his body would hang on the genetic warrior's arm.

With one kick, a person could be split in half, with the upper body smashing against the wall and the lower body standing still. Blood splattered onto the ceiling and dyed the walls red.

Like a tiger entering a pack of wolves, the genetic warrior set off a bloody storm. His strength and invulnerable body caused these National Guard soldiers who lacked preparation and heavy firepower to be slaughtered.

A minute later, when the genetic warrior left, the walls of the entire corridor were covered with various fragments of human body parts, and blood was flowing on the ground. The corridor looked like a scarlet hell. Ordinary people would vomit out their overnight meals after just one look at it.

But the genetic warriors were already accustomed to such killing. Although they lacked biological colonization suits, the enemy had not brought in any heavy weapons. When the two sides encountered each other, what followed was naturally a massacre.

ninth floor!

Miao Lun grabbed a soldier's face with his left hand and slammed him against the wall.

With the sound of collision, Miao Lun loosened his hand and the National Guard soldier fell down limply because the bones at the back of his head were completely shattered.

Turning around slowly, behind Miao Lun was a group of National Guard soldiers who had been frightened to pieces.

"Monsters, these guys are monsters, we can't win!"

"Our superiors sent us here to die. It's not like what they said. There's no way we can defeat these guys."

"Run, run away!"

The National Guard soldiers were all terrified. Some dropped their weapons and fled frantically, some were so scared that they stayed where they were without moving, and some were simply frightened to the point of insanity and chose to jump out of the windows.

This is the ninth floor, and the consequences of jumping down can be imagined. The corpse hit the concrete floor with a thud, and bright red blood immediately flowed out from under the body.

Similar scenes are happening on every floor.

The sudden appearance of the genetic warriors caught the National Guard soldiers who had penetrated deep into the building off guard. They had underestimated the strength of the genetic warriors and became hunting toys for the Jake Group, and were easily killed one by one.

The entire building was filled with the National Guard soldiers' cries of pain and screams for mercy. From time to time, some people could not bear it and chose to jump off the building to commit suicide.

The National Guard soldiers surrounding the building were all stunned. Listening to the fierce gunfire and screams inside the building, they felt a chill all over their bodies and their hearts were filled with fear. Looking at the dormitory building was like looking at a devil's lair, and they were extremely grateful that they were not chosen to enter the building.

(End of this chapter)