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Chapter 133 Kneeling and Surrendering

Ten minutes earlier in New York City, Camilla watched the television broadcast and gave a helpless twitch of her lips.

How come our plan to go out for a meal and some fun with friends has suddenly turned into a war of attrition?

While she was speechless, the villa was surrounded by dozens of fully armed special agents.

At the command of the leading officer, the villa's gate was blown open in an instant, and squads of special agents poured in.

Hearing the noise outside the door, Camilla rolled her eyes, got up, went into the kitchen, grabbed a fruit knife, and headed outside.

Upon seeing the agents, she moved with lightning speed, and in an instant, a scarlet bloodstain appeared on the necks of the dozen or so agents who entered through the main entrance.

Holding a blood-stained fruit knife, Camilla looked disdainfully at the fallen men: "If you can't even protect yourself, then all the blood you've sucked over the past two months has been for nothing."

Inside the Value Line Building, Kingpin, whose body is 90% filled with muscle and who has mastered the 2.0 version of the "Everyone Has Merit in the White Night" technique, easily deflects bullets and tears apart a gunman in front of him with a wave of his hand.

"Mayor of New York City? I'm not interested anymore." Kingpin sneered. "Following Mr. White, at least you could become Vice President, right?"

Kingpin's underlings, such as Tombstone and others, were also fighting on the sidelines.

In terms of ideology, they even resonated with a certain black man surnamed Li: "When we storm the White House, seize the throne, Brother White Night will be the President, Boss Kingpin will be the Junior President, and we underlings will each have an official position. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Down in the city center, Gwen looked at the several agents lying bloodied in front of her and felt her body tremble.

Beside him, a woman brimming with inner strength smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. We are here to protect Ms. Gwen on Mr. Bai's orders. Just wait a few minutes, and everything will be alright."

……

At the nuclear explosion site outside New York, Bai Ye floated in mid-air, aided by his internal energy, awaiting the attack.

Two minutes later, he looked up.

A tungsten rod, 30 centimeters in diameter, 10 meters long, and weighing 13 tons, fell from the sky, carrying terrifying kinetic energy as it hurtled towards Bai Ye under the force of gravity.

"Space-based weapons? Who would use such inefficient things?" Bai Ye laughed, then realized that S.H.I.E.L.D. had anti-gravity technology, so transporting these tungsten rods into space wouldn't be difficult.

However, he didn't care. He slightly raised his right hand and stretched out his right hand to directly meet the impact of the tungsten rod.

The next moment, at the instant of contact, the force of more than 30 tons of TNT concentrated on Bai Ye's arm and exploded, like an intercontinental ballistic missile exploding.

Bai Ye's right arm suddenly sank, and with a groan of shattering bones, he forcefully withstood the impact of the tungsten rod.

After Bai Ye's arm recovered, he was holding a tungsten ball that was only the size of a fist in his hand.

"Boom!" In an instant, his gaze was fixed on the satellite launching tungsten rods into outer space. After a dozen seconds of full-speed ascent, his body was directly in outer space.

Looking at the space station in front of him, Bai Ye suddenly threw the tungsten ball with his right hand. The terrifying kinetic energy caused the tungsten ball to penetrate the atmosphere in an instant, several kilometers away, and completely destroy it.

As the image disappeared, silence fell once more in the room. Meanwhile, in the White House, after receiving news that Bai Ye was still alive, Ellis was at a loss for words.

"President, the plane is ready," an agent reminded him, noting that Bai Ye's arrival time was approaching.

Ellis looked up at Rodriguez, her eyes bloodshot, and said, "Tell me, how did things get to this point?"

The vice president shook his head helplessly and remained silent.

"Are you going to run away?" Ellis asked again.

Rodriguez suggested, "Why don't we just drop it? If even a hydrogen bomb can't kill him, what else can?"

"Did you vote...?" Ellis lowered his head and remained silent, his heart filled with turmoil, his pride as president making it difficult for him to accept.

Then Ellis asked, "Do you think he'll let us live?"

"If I surrender, I shouldn't die. I even tried to curry favor with Kim yesterday," Rodriguez said, as he saw the president looking at him with a strange expression.

"In your words, betting on both sides, isn't that normal?" Rodriguez explained matter-of-factly, "It's just that you all overlooked him too much, while I only paid slightly more attention to him than you did."

"So you're leaving?" Rodriguez asked again.

"...I'm tired. Let's destroy it."

In the silence, Ellis pushed away the Secret Service agent who came to help her up, and said wearily, "Let him rule if he wants to. It's not like our country is the only one suffering."

"To hell with superhumans! What does biology say? There are carbon-based life forms that can withstand nuclear bombs, damn it!" After choosing to surrender, Ellis lost the composure of a president, let go of all his burdens, and cursed.

Bai Ye looked up at the sky and calculated the time; 55 minutes had already passed.

"It's about time. Hopefully, they'll choose the right path," Bai Ye said calmly. The next moment, his figure flashed and headed towards Washington.

The impact at 10 times the speed of sound vibrates the air in its path, and the turbulent air within a radius of 100 meters is enough to turn steel into fragments.

Without slowing down, Bai Ye's body rushed straight into Washington, D.C., shattering windows in his wake.

Then, precisely at 59 minutes past the hour, with a deafening roar, the White Night came to a steady stop at the White House gate.

His gaze pierced through the billowing smoke and locked onto the president and vice president waiting not far away.

"Oh, it seems you've made your choice," Bai Ye said with a smile as he stepped out of the smoke and dust.

"Truly, a hero emerges from among the young." Rodriguez greeted him with a smile, saying, "From now on, whatever Mr. Bai says goes, and we will completely obey your orders."

"A wise man submits to circumstances. So, you're saying you're prepared to surrender?" Bai Ye looked at the two of them.

Even the agents standing beside him appeared tense, under immense pressure, and unable to remain calm.

"Of course, Mr. Bai, do you remember me? I asked Jin to pass on a message to you yesterday." Rodriguez wanted to say something, but Bai Ye pushed him away.

"This is none of your business," Bai Ye said, walking up to Ellis. "And you? I haven't heard your opinion."

"I...I surrender too," Ellis said, her face ashen.

"Looks like you're still not entirely willing." Bai Ye stared at Ellis's face and suddenly laughed, "In that case, you'd better kneel down."

"Huh?" Everyone stared at Bai Ye in astonishment.

"I said, you have to kneel down and talk to me, didn't you hear me?" Bai Ye said coldly, "Is there a problem with the losers kneeling and surrendering to the victors?"

(End of this chapter)