People in Marvel: I am a super native of the motherland

Chapter 106 Death List
Parallel universe, Earth, United States, above the White House.

John was just wearing a colorful crystal lattice that had not faded yet, supporting the skyscraper with three fingers, and quietly looking down at the frightened Secret Service agents below.

"Damn, what is this? Who made the 3D projection?" the Secret Service agent cursed, looking at the huge skyscraper above his head that blocked the moonlight.

But the next moment, he knew that his guess was wrong.

I saw the skyscraper shaking slightly, and then after drawing a parabola in the mouth, it hit the ground hard.

Under their feet, the ground shook violently, and more than a dozen buildings inside the White House were crushed. Some flying gravel streaked across, stinging their faces slightly.

Seeing that these people were attracted by the skyscrapers and did not even notice his arrival, John's heat vision suddenly exploded.

A ten-meter-thick terrifying laser left a 200-meter S-shaped letter on the ground of the White House.

Now, no matter how blind the agents below were, they would definitely notice the figure in the sky. Looking at the floating John, various speculations came to mind, but no one dared to fire a shot.

John slowly fell from the sky in front of everyone's attention. He looked at the agents around him and frowned: "Where is the President of the United States?"

"The president is on a trip abroad and won't be back until tomorrow morning." The agent on the side said honestly, and then said cautiously: "Who are you?"

"You can call me a native of the motherland." John said silently: "I am ready to rule the planet under my feet, so can you please call the president back quickly, or find a few guys who can speak to me."

'Rule the planet? 'These agents looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.

In the eyes of the guy who used the building as a toy car tossing around, this kind of second-guessing words really didn't seem like delusion.

"Mr. Fatherland, we will truthfully convey your plan to the president. Please wait here for a while." A higher-ranking agent in the Secret Service said.

John held up a finger and said: "I'll give you one night. If I don't see the President of the United States standing in front of me at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, I will kill 30% of all the top officials in the United States."

"Sir, is this..." The detective wanted to say something else, but the next moment a bloodstain appeared on his neck.

Not just him, there was a bloodstain on the necks of more than 50 agents at the scene.

In their horrified eyes, John said calmly: "This is the deposit paid by you for questioning my order. If you fail to complete the tasks I delivered, I will collect the balance from you."

"Gudu!" The agents all swallowed collectively, feeling the burning pain in their necks. After all, they still didn't pull the finger on the trigger.

The agent took a deep breath and said solemnly: "We will try our best to implement your order."

"I hope your life will be as strong as your promise." John turned his back and said, "Now prepare two free rooms for me. I need to rest."

"Two rooms..." As soon as the detective on the side wanted to ask, his companion covered his mouth, for fear that if he questioned again, his head would fall to the ground.

John didn't respond, just said to the shattered building: "Hey, stop hiding, come out."

Behind the ruins of the building, Gwen walked out and said angrily: "What if you throw me to death?"

"Can you please have some confidence in my strength? Besides, I took your feelings into consideration and didn't even kill anyone. Is this how you repay me?" John crossed his arms and said.

"Then you said 30% of officials will..."

"If you talk back again, it's 70%." John said lightly, but the girl could only stare at him helplessly.

The Secret Service agents packed up two rooms for John to move into, and then quickly contacted the president who was about to return. "You said the White House was attacked by aliens?" In the video, the president of the United States in this universe said in surprise.

"Yes, he is simply a superman." The agent said, pointing the camera at the ruins behind him and saying nothing, but everything was unspoken.

"What about the purpose?"

"Rule this planet and ask you to come back and meet him before dawn. Otherwise, he said he will kill at least 30% of the upper-level officials."

"...continue to stick to your post. I need to discuss this matter with others." The president was silent for a while and then said slowly.

The detective said worriedly: "You will come back, right?"

president:……

The agent was sweating profusely and repeated again: "You will come back, right?"

President: "...Yes."

In his voice of expectation and request, he only received a promise with a fake smile on the president's face, and then the phone was hung up, saying that he wanted to discuss it with other senior officials.

Detective: "Damn..."

In the next few hours, the detective discovered that his president had lost contact. Not only the president, but also all the senior officials who could be contacted had lost contact one by one, as if they had disappeared.

In the face of the ironclad facts, these agents must admit that they have been abandoned.

These senior officials don't seem to have a great understanding of the strength of the motherland, or is it that they, the agents, are too worried?

But no matter what, even if the motherland is defeated in the end and they don't know whether the president is dead or not, they are afraid that few of the agents guarding the White House will be able to come back.

Finally, the sun slowly rose from the horizon, and when the time reached seven o'clock, looking at the worried expressions on the faces of his men, the agent gritted his teeth and knocked on the door of the motherland.

"It seems your president won't be able to arrive." John opened the door and said calmly, holding a piece of paper in his left hand.

The colorful crystal lattice that originally covered his body gradually faded away after half an hour, returning to its original normal appearance. However, according to his estimation, if it was not completely resolved, he would have to do this every day in the future.

"I'm afraid that's the case, so we hope to defect to you!" Facing the people of the motherland, the agent lowered his head deeply and said directly.

"Oh!" John became interested: "Say your request."

"My brothers and I were betrayed by the presidents, and I cannot stand by and watch them become victims for no reason."

"What's your name?"

"Jason Lance!" the agent said respectfully.

"Very good, Jason, of course no problem. I just need some dogs to help me manage this planet." John's tone was full of pride, and he handed over the note in his hand: "You can choose these. .”

"What is this?" Jason spread out the note and looked at the densely written names on it.

"Death list!"

(End of this chapter)