New Flash Marvel Reborn

Chapter 245 Declaring War
The continent of the United States is a distance that human beings have no means to cross. One person has crossed it countless times with his feet in the blink of an eye.

But not fast enough.

He also has to be faster.

The fastest man in the world is now truly a race against time without exaggeration.The Mandarin—or at least the man who looked like a Mandarin on TV, with the gun in his hand right at the temple of the poor Senator, who was covered in sweat glands like hell The whole body of this guy.

One move of a Mandarin's finger is all it takes.Now, all Brad had to do was find the guy's location before everyone pulled the trigger on a whim.

While he was running from Florida to Idaho, the Mandarin TV show was going on.

"Now, the life or death of this senator depends on your president who is huddled in the White House and thinks he is safe." The screen shoots out, approaching everyone.

"As I just said, a number has never been seen on the Mr. President's cell phone. Now, I will tell you all in front of the TV that that number belongs to the landline next to me. If your beloved President Sir, if you have the courage to call in and have a chat with me, I will consider letting him go."

There was a commotion in the White House conference room. The congressmen had different opinions on this issue, and they looked like they were about to quarrel with each other.There is also no peace in front of the TV sets across the country. Whether it is for those who are optimistic about the show or for those who are really worried about the arrogance of terrorists and the senators whose lives are hanging by a thread, the development of things has now been pushed to a new level. climax.

During this time, Brad continued to pay attention to the image information projected in the ring, and at the same time continued to search for the location of the Mandarin live broadcast.

Footsteps almost melting the ground, rubbing violently on a long straight road in Kansas, the bottoms of drag shoes leaving a shriek and terrible screeching sound on the asphalt-colored road.A white afterimage flashed at the end of the white light that almost traversed the entire road, and Brad braked the car quietly.

"The four areas have been confirmed to have been checked." Brad shouted into the communication, "There is no one, Irina!"

"But according to the scan location, they should be here..."

"Reposition!" Brad interrupted her order involuntarily.

Irina stopped talking and seemed to be busy again.

While Irina was repositioning, things were developing further on the TV screen.

"Time is precious, Mr. President." The Mandarin said in an indifferent voice, "From now on, if you don't fight back within ten seconds, I will regard you as giving up on the chess piece at my feet. Then I will There is no reason to be polite to your abandoned son."

"Ten, nine, eight..."

The beginning of the icy countdown made the sweat on the senator's head on the ground flow even more. If it was placed in a basin, it might be enough for a bath.The cold gun was pressed against his head, making his heart beat as if counting down.

Irina's second positioning was also quickly completed, and no other person or organization on earth could have her such efficiency.

"Brad, I have reconfirmed that the source of information is in one of these four locations." Irina said again.

Irina is the best computer on this planet, and since she said it with such certainty, she shouldn't be wrong.So if the Mandarin is really in one of these four locations, then why did he search every location at high speed and find nothing?
Time was running out, and he didn't have time to think about it.Brad moved his feet and rushed out again.If he seized the remaining time, he might be able to re-sweep these four positions in time, and maybe he could find something he missed in the past.

Intense discussions also took place within these ten seconds in the White House.

The senators expressed their opinions, and the conference room was extremely noisy.However, the opinions of most people are basically the same. They all think that this is a trap, and Mr. President should not be led by the nose by terrorist leaders.As for the lives of colleagues... It is impossible for anyone who can sit in this position to have much compassion.

But the president disagrees.Perhaps because of his image in the hearts of the people across the country, he insisted that "I must make this call."

He ignored the advice and quickly pressed the dial button on the phone.

On the TV screen, when the Mandarin counted down to "3", the landline next to it made a crisp and pleasant "ringing ringing" sound.

The senator, whose head was held by a gun, heard the ringing of the bell as if he had grasped for a life-saving straw. He let out a long and exaggerated sigh of relief, feeling that half of his foot had already stepped out of the gate of hell.The people in front of the TV also breathed a sigh of relief.

Now, what remains to be seen is what the Mandarin wants to "talk" with the President.

But Brad is not so sanguine.

Every location that Irina locates has a range of about two streets, and Brad quickly rushed across the block, searching all possible hiding corners in as much detail as possible.

But there was no difference from the result of the first pass, and he was [-]% sure that he hadn't missed anything.Similarly, he also [-]% trusted Irina's positioning ability.Human brains can make mistakes, but machines cannot.

But this is contradictory.How did the Mandarin hide from the blanket search of Brad's locked range?

No, if you think about it this way, the facts are contradictory, and you must think about it in a different way.There must be some other way, a way to escape such a thorough search...

But he had no chance to think about it.

The landline continued to ring during the live TV broadcast, but the Mandarin's gun was still pointed at the Senator's head.The ten-second deadline had passed long ago, but he didn't seem to want to answer the phone at all.

Then, amidst everyone's amazed eyes, fire burst out on the screen.

The black muzzle of the gun was illuminated by flames, and the senator's temples were smashed to pieces by the bullets, and the bloody brains wrapped in blood splashed out and sprinkled all over the floor.

At this moment, the Mandarin let everyone understand.

There was no reason to speak to them, and the gang never had honor or credibility.

"I deeply regret what happened to this senator." The Mandarin put down his gun unhurriedly, and two people outside the camera dragged the limp corpse on the ground out of the screen.

Master Mandarin continued in that tone: "At the same time, I also want to say that those whose heads are still on their necks, you have to be careful. Because the next one we are looking for may be you."

"After today, none of you, all of you in the United States, are safe."

(End of this chapter)