Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 107 [The President is a Devil]

Just when Gwen Stacy found Peter's house.

Washington, the lawn in front of the White Palace.

Since early morning, many news media reporters and citizens who were invited to watch the ceremony gathered around.

Crowds of people.

Today the President will honor the heroes who stepped up to save New York City when it was struck by devastating disasters.

Note that the official has not recognized the extraordinary.

They do not acknowledge the existence of angels and demons.

Although the news of the emergence of supernatural powers in New York has caused a sensation in the city.

The news that the Statue of Liberty turned into a devil spread widely, and people from many countries were laughing at the United States.

However, until the truth is revealed, the authorities will not come out and admit the existence of supernatural forces.

Then again.

The authorities have been vague about whether or not supernatural beings exist. They have neither denied nor admitted it, but any discerning person can guess that they are preparing to admit it in the future.

For example, at today's press conference, many media reporters have already received information in advance about the final person to appear, and it is likely to be the "angel" who fights the devil.

Basically all the famous media gather here.

This includes Eddie Brock.

He is a reporter for the Global Times, although he suffered setbacks in both his career and love life some time ago.

But because it was the first to report the first-hand news of the appearance of the Lizardmen, it attracted attention again.

He also came to the scene today, hoping to get some explosive news from the president's speech to take his career to the next level.

Just waiting in boredom.

The crowd began to move forward and the press conference began.

Thanks to his relatively strong physique, Eddie successfully squeezed past several of his colleagues and came to the front.

In order to maintain order in the venue, ordinary media reporters like them could only listen from outside the railings. Only some media outlets that were directly controlled by the authorities were allowed to enter the venue, but there were only a few of them.

"Damn, this is discrimination."

Eddie stared at his colleagues on the lawn in the yard angrily and muttered something with jealousy.

Everybody's complaining, but nobody cares.

The first few ordinary citizens who appeared helped a lot of people in the New York incident a few days ago.

They were all told in advance by the government what to say and what not to say.

After receiving the Badge of Valor from the President and the Medal of Outstanding Citizen from the Mayor of New York.

He gave a meaningless speech and then left the stage.

The sun is shining brightly, and it is not a pleasant feeling to stand in the sun without any shelter.

Eddie was impatient, "How long will this crap take?"

The president's speech, coupled with a series of cumbersome procedures, has wasted more than an hour.

His time is also precious asshole.

Then look at the president sitting on the temporary podium on the steps, speaking in a serious and nonsensical manner.

No, he didn't really think he could cover up the facts and the truth in front of a group of reporters?
Although Eddie indulges in drinking, gambling and whoring, and considers himself not a good person, he has the heart of a journalist and insists on making all the truth public.

At the same time, Eddie has been exposed to many unknown truths, which has led to his arrogant mentality of being the only one sober while everyone else is drunk.

In Eddie's view, the deception of those in power is that they treat journalists like him as fools and idiots.

"This is so boring. Why don't you think the government wants to acknowledge the existence of angels?" Eddie shrugged and asked his colleagues.

"Maybe Mr. President is worried that his approval rating will plummet to the bottom after he admits it," Eddie's colleague joked.

"If that angel ran for president, I would definitely vote for him."

"That's true." Eddie laughed out loud.

Because the Extraordinary Response Office, the department responsible for dealing with the extraordinary, needs to keep itself confidential, most of the heroes who truly deserve to be honored did not show up.

That’s part of the unfairness.

One group of people saves the world, and another group enjoys the credit.

Just when Eddie was getting a little impatient, the real 'star' of this press conference appeared.

"Let's welcome Mr. Albert to the stage!"

Looking at the soldier on the stage, shaking hands with the president, wearing a military uniform and looking tough, he is obviously an American white hero.

Eddie's eyes lit up, he smelled something unusual from this soldier.

Sometimes, it is difficult to clearly describe a person's temperament. A person's temperament is composed of many aspects, such as background, family, knowledge, personality and so on.

But the person who appeared this time gave reporters and audiences a completely different feeling from those ordinary people before.

There is a sense of justice and extraordinaryness.

Even when standing next to the president, her temperament overwhelms the other.

"That's him!" Eddie couldn't hide his excitement, the angel who saved New York!

On the stage.

The President is introducing the soldier chosen by Nick Fury to accept the credit for saving New York on behalf of Commissioner George.

He was praised as an upright American soldier who defended the interests of the motherland. His actions saved the citizens of New York and he should be awarded the Presidential Medal.

A series of halos were placed on the soldier's head.

Of course, apart from the fact that he is not the 'angel' who saved New York, the other praises are actually reasonable.

"Mr. Albert Witt-Chels, I hope you can continue to make contributions to the motherland in the future. I hereby award you the highest medal of honor of the motherland."

The president had a reserved smile on his face as he hung the dazzling medal with a light golden glow on Albert's chest.

All that was left was to take a few nice photos with Albert, and then have the soldier give a speech, and the press conference would be successfully concluded.

I believe that the government’s goals can be achieved perfectly.

This was a planned 'parade'.

Because New York suffered huge losses in the extraordinary events.

After the fall of the Statue of Liberty, the national security of the United States was shaken, and countries around the world began to move and showed signs of disobedience.

Some people may not know the truth about New York, but at least all countries know it.

At this time, let the 'angel' appear.

It is a blatant deterrent, telling everyone that America is still strong and that the "angel" is also under America's control.

Even the government has high hopes for the future.

After all, this person is an 'angel'!
Seventy percent of the countries in the world believe in Christianity, even Hu Da is actually "God" just with a different name.

Mastering the "angels" is equivalent to mastering justice, which is an extremely important step in consolidating and even enhancing the international image and status of the United States.

Who dares to say that America, with the help of "angels", is unjust? Do you believe me, I will declare you a devil and start a religious war?
The top brass aren't stupid, they're just wickedly bad.

To use everything to benefit themselves, they have even begun to prepare to deal with the world situation after the emergence of extraordinary people in the future.

But plans are always disrupted.

A seemingly perfect plan may infringe on the interests of others.

For example, Yang An's interests! Yang An got up early in the morning, but did not immediately go to find Peter Parker. He flew to Washington in stealth, ready to do something.

The government's concealment of the existence of supernatural beings is beneficial to them, but it is at the expense of Yang An's interests.

His willpower is now locked at 7500, an integer, with only a dozen points or even less left to improve every day.

The role of vows is crucial and there is no need to elaborate on it.

Without exposure, there is no willpower; without willpower, his strength will increase slowly; if his strength increases slowly, his interests and safety will be even less guaranteed.

Therefore, Yang An wants the government to fully recognize the existence of the supernatural.

What better opportunity could there be to unveil the existence of the otherworldly world than at this press conference?

The United States is the world's troublemaker.

Every politician has enough sins to send him to hell, so the president must have quite a few sins as well.

Today is a cloudless and sunny day in Washington, a perfect day for a funeral, well, an American funeral.

Yang An controlled the "driver" and transformed himself into a tall and slightly thin man dressed in black, standing on the Washington Monument.

This obelisk is nearly two hundred meters high and made entirely of white marble. It is considered an important building in Washington.

It has been destroyed in many doomsday disaster movies, so Yang An thought he might as well give it a try today.

To the north of the monument is the White Temple.

Looking from afar, Yang An could see the commander-in-chief standing on the steps of the palace, smiling and patting Albert's shoulder. The two took an intimate photo in front of the media.

"Haha, that's really disgusting."

Yang An curled his lips and frowned.

How can dirty politics stand with the holy angel who represents justice? That person is not worthy of inheriting the "Holy Flame" at all.

Then, he lost his invisibility, and at the same time, a pair of pitch-black wings grew out from his back, opening up on the grass on the ground, leaving a shadow.

The pitch-black wings come from the "Second Stage Disguise", which can temporarily transform Yang An into a half-orc, but the actual shape looks more like a fallen angel.

The sudden appearance of the shadow attracted the attention of many tourists.

They looked at the huge cross-like shadow in front of them in surprise, wondering what was going on.

He looked up at the monument again.

As a result, the figure of a fallen angel was discovered on the top of the monument. Some people rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things, while others exclaimed in surprise.

"Look up there, what's that?!"

"Oh god, is that an angel? It's a fallen angel!!"

The appearance of the fallen angel caused quite a stir.

Tourists who saw it told people around them to look upwards, and some even raised their cameras.

Yang An didn't pay attention to the panicked crowd.

"Let me see how much darkness is hidden in this white palace."

Yang An walked towards the white palace step by step.

the other side.

Eddie was excitedly looking for a suitable position to take a few photos of the president and the angels, but he found that there was no memory card in his camera.

"Oh shit!"

For a moment, Eddie felt an inexplicable anger rushing to his mind. This mistake was too low-level for a reporter and it was almost impossible for him to make such a mistake.

But Eddie made a mistake, and he had to quickly run back to the car to look for the memory card. To ensure safety, reporters' vehicles were required to be parked in a parking lot far away.

This means a lot of time is wasted.

After hesitating, Eddie still ran out. He hoped he could run faster so that he could catch up.

But when he walked out of the crowd and looked up inadvertently, the scene in front of him made Eddie stunned.

There was a shadow right opposite the sun, right in the center of the sun. When Eddie squinted his eyes and took a closer look, he gasped.

It was a mysterious man in black with broad black wings stretched out behind him. He was walking leisurely towards this side, stepping on the void.

Almost without thinking, Eddie raised his camera and wanted to press the shutter button to take this photo that would definitely rival the Brooklyn Bridge.

Unfortunately, it is hopeless.

When the shutter clicked, Eddie realized what a stupid thing he had done.

"Oh my God, what have I done!!!" Eddie grabbed his hair in despair and watched the fallen angel pass over his head.

It's like missing out on $100 million.

But when the fallen angel looked at him, Eddie thought otherwise.

The moment those dark eyes met Eddie's, a chill ran through the soles of Eddie's feet, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body stiffening.

The surrounding temperature suddenly dropped to below zero.

The excitement in Eddie's mind about winning the Philips Journalism Award was extinguished, and what was left was only deep fear.

At this moment he realized that there was a devil in front of him!
Eddie couldn't even move. He could only stand there blankly, his mind blank.

Fortunately, the fallen angel seemed to be disdainful of a small figure like him. He just glanced at him and continued walking towards the white palace.

Until the sirens blared.

The surrounding Secret Service agents opened fire, and the intense gunfire woke Eddie up.

He screamed, turned around and ran, forgetting all about the journalism award and the photos.

There was only one thought in my mind: Run! Escape from here!

“Bang bang bang!!!”

When the Secret Service sniper gunshots rang out.

The president, who was still standing on the stage giving a speech, was startled. Before he could react, the well-trained agents around him rushed over and pinned him down.

"What happened? What happened!"

Unfortunately, no one answered the president's question.

As the people around were dodging in panic, they also spotted the fallen angel floating above the lawn with his broad wings spread out.

It's really exciting now.

Some were taking pictures, some were exclaiming, some were running away, some were excited, everyone was doing different things and the whole venue suddenly became a mess.

At this time, the fallen angel finally spoke. A smile appeared on his thin, mysterious and advanced face, and he stretched out his slender fingers and placed them in front of his lips.

"Sh-!"

For a moment, the noisy conference hall suddenly became quiet.

It was as if time had been stopped.

Under the influence of "will", Yang An successfully instilled fear in everyone present!
Everyone was so frightened that they dared not move and stood there in a daze, just like Eddie just now.

The fallen angel raised his hand again.

The invisible force sent all the bodyguards who were pressing on the president flying away, leaving only the president who was in a mess and asking where his shoes were.

Of course, there is also the loyal "fake angel" Albert, who is on guard and has white holy flames all over his body in front of the current president.

"Stop! Devil, don't even think about getting close!"

(End of this chapter)