The Witcher: The Journey to Transcendence from Marvel.

Chapter 372 Washington

The White House, this world-renowned building, has always been famous as the residence of the President of the United States.

It is not just a magnificent palace made of bricks and stones, but also a symbol of American power and prestige, carrying countless historical memories and political weight.

The US president is often criticized for being just a spokesperson for the wealthy capitalists behind the scenes.

But the president truly represents the face of the United States.

Face to a country is like a signboard to a shop. Once this layer of face is lost, the so-called "inside" hidden behind it will certainly not feel good.

"Don't hit people in the face" is common sense in interpersonal communication. It also applies to the game between countries and forces.

However, Weiss didn't care.
He was as fast as lightning, carrying an unstoppable momentum as he rushed towards the White House.

Notify the White House immediately! ”

The personnel responsible for monitoring the situation noticed Weiss's movement and immediately shouted in panic, their voices becoming sharp and piercing due to anxiety.

"It has been notified and the military has dispatched F-35s to intercept."

The assistant next to him responded quickly, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his fingers constantly operating on the communication equipment, trying to coordinate the forces of all parties to deal with this sudden crisis.

But all this seemed to have no effect in front of Weiss.

Wes was already standing on the roof of the White House.

Looking down at this building that symbolizes the pinnacle of power.

“Freeze!!”

The Secret Service agents are indeed elites who have undergone rigorous training and have quick reactions. They discovered this uninvited guest almost the moment Wes appeared.

Following this short and powerful shout, the agents quickly rushed out from various hidden corners, pointing their weapons at Weiss.

Their movements were coordinated and there was no panic at all, which clearly showed that they had sufficient contingency plans for this kind of emergency.

At this time, the president was being urgently escorted to the bunker for refuge by a group of bodyguards.

The bunker is hidden deep underground under the White House. It has impenetrable fortifications and is equipped with the most advanced security systems. It was built specifically to deal with such extreme crises.

The Secret Service agents are well aware of the heavy responsibility they shoulder. Their mission is now extremely clear, which is to stop Wes at all costs and never let him get close to the president, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

Just when the two sides were deadlocked and the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost frozen, bursts of low and heart-shaking thunder were heard.

At first, the thunder sounded like the gentle beating of a distant drum, but gradually, it became louder and louder, like the roaring and galloping of thousands of troops, rolling in.

The soldiers and agents couldn't help but look up at the sky in confusion, their faces full of surprise and confusion.

"Haven't you heard there's going to be a thunderstorm today?"

A young agent muttered quietly, a hint of uneasiness in his eyes.

At this critical moment, any abnormal situation could trigger a change, let alone this sudden and violent thunder. They had a vague premonition that this seemingly sudden thunderstorm might be inextricably linked to Weiss, but they had no time to investigate further.

He could only suppress the doubts in his heart and refocus his attention on the crisis at hand. He gripped the gun tighter in his hand, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down faster.

"Crack!!"

There was a deafening roar, as if to tear the sky apart.

Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck down from the dark sky. The lightning flashed a dazzling blue-white light, and wherever it passed, the air was ionized, making a "sizzling" sound.

The agents had no time to react at all as they were instantly hit by the powerful electric current. Their bodies were instantly charred, emitting a pungent burnt smell. In the blink of an eye, they turned into piles of black charcoal, falling to the ground in a mess. The originally neat and orderly defensive formation collapsed in an instant.

As the lightning raged, the White House was not spared.

In the face of this devastating force, the walls of the White House were as fragile as paper and were easily destroyed, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and dust filled the sky.

After a while, the main building of the White House collapsed, leaving only the bunker hidden deep underground, exposed in the ruins.

The president, who was hiding in the bunker, was so frightened that his face turned pale. Beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. He swallowed nervously, his eyes full of fear and despair.

"Don't worry, Mr. President, this bunker can defend against nuclear bomb attacks..."

The director of the Secret Service pretended to be calm and tried to comfort the president, but his slightly trembling voice betrayed his inner anxiety.

Although he said this, he was unsure in his heart. After all, everything that was happening before their eyes was completely beyond their cognition and ability to deal with.

However, before he could finish his words, his mouth suddenly shut as if someone had grabbed his neck.

The roof of the bunker, which was touted to be extremely sturdy, actually slowly unfolded automatically, making a dull mechanical sound, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for a long time, opening its huge mouth.

Weiss floated down slowly from above the open roof with an expressionless face. His figure was particularly eye-catching in the dim bunker, as if he was a messenger from hell, exuding a chilling aura.

Hiding in the bunker at the moment are all senior officials of the White House, and almost all of the president's staff are also gathered here.

Seeing this, the agents protected these politicians behind them without hesitation. They gripped their weapons tightly, and even though their legs were shaking, they still forced themselves to maintain a defensive posture.

However, the president knew very well in his heart that all this was in vain. In the face of Weiss's overwhelming power, they had no room for resistance.

"Mr. Erwin, you are also American..."

The president spoke in a trembling voice, trying to use the relationship of nationality to arouse a little sympathy or identification from Wes, but before he finished speaking, Wes reached out, put his index finger on his lips, and made a gesture to signal him to shut up.

“It doesn’t matter what you have to say, it doesn’t matter what you are thinking.”

Weiss said coldly, his voice seemed to come from the Netherworld, without any emotion.

When the president heard this, his face turned red and his eyes were full of anger and humiliation.

In his political career, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this, but now, at this critical moment of life and death, he could only swallow his anger and dared not refute at all, because he knew that his life was hanging on a hair at this moment, and if he was not careful, he would fall into the abyss from which there was no return.

(End of this chapter)