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Chapter 113 King's Landing in Washington

Washington, America.

Since the city (New York) where the hero Kyle was born was not the reason, the parade people were not so terrifying that they would fill up the whole city.

But it is close to the central city, and it is still crowded and noisy, especially the White House Square, where the top US imperialists are about to give a public speech. Outside the defense line of the speech platform, a large number of media have stood in advance for the inner three circles, and the outer three circles and further outside , you can't see the end of the crowd at a glance.

Among the onlookers, a seven-year-old boy held the shape mold of Kyle in the battle suit with one hand, and firmly pinched the trousers of the uncle next to him with the other, and asked anxiously, "Dad, did the hero Kyle really die? "

"How is it possible." The uncle smiled, rubbed the boy's short hair vigorously, and said confidently, "Major General Kyle, he won't die!"

The people crowded around also laughed together, and said in agreement:

"That is, how could a war hero die?"

"He is a superhero, suppressing the chaos of war, the god in our hearts."

"Probably the same as the captain, just fell asleep somewhere, and will come back after waking up."

When they talked about Kyle, they all had smiles on their faces, with confidence and pride, and even the light of hope.

The media on the side continued to take pictures and videos, recording this rare scene. It was the first time that someone's prestige was enough to replace a god, and he was revered by thousands of people without any black spots.

"I'm coming!"

With a reminder from the square, all the people and the media who watched the parade immediately set their eyes on the high platform of the White House speech.

It can be seen that the new president with a middle-aged Chinese face is walking in front, and the parliamentary politicians in suits and leather shoes, and the generals wearing medals and uniforms, walked out of the gate of the office building under the cover of armed soldiers, and boarded the slightly wider platform one after another. Speech platform.

Dozens of politicians and generals stopped in the back half of the high platform, with solemn and serious faces, making the onlookers subconsciously quiet down.

The new president wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked forward to the loudspeaker and stopped, facing the people and the media outside the police line below, and said in the usual politician's tone: "Gentlemen and ladies, good afternoon !"

However, his words were quickly interrupted by the people below, "Your Excellency, please omit the polite foreword. We are here only for an explanation and the truth—why hasn't General Kyle returned yet?"

The new president quickly covered up his embarrassment, stabilized the loudspeaker with his hands, and said, "Major General Kyle, he..."

He was about to utter the cover-up rhetoric discussed by the high-level just now, but just as he opened his mouth to preach, he choked and stopped.

The new president looked down, with countless pairs of eyes full of hope and anticipation, and with his excellent speech skills, he was speechless for a while.

Just when the president was in trouble, there was a sudden spiral buzzing noise not far from the sky. Everyone looked up in surprise and saw a new type of aircraft with bamboo dragonfly wings slowly heading towards the White House Square. The high platform is close to flying down.

The armed soldiers and guards thought it was a terrorist attack, and were about to rush to the high platform to cover the retreat of the high-level personnel, but when they saw a tall figure at the door of the helicopter, they all stopped immediately.

In other words, everyone below stopped their movements in a daze, held their breath, and stared at the young man in the suit standing on the door with wide eyes.

"It's General Kyle..."

I don't know who took the lead to shout, and then, Washington Square, which was originally silent, suddenly boiled with excitement!

"Our war hero is back!"

The people raised their arms high and cheered with moist eyes. The huge sound wave spread rapidly, and soon the entire sky of Washington DC was full of jubilant sounds of the hero's return.

At this time, the most embarrassing thing was the high-level executives on the high platform, who could only look at the approaching helicopter with bitter smiles and applause.

The helicopter stopped at an altitude of 20 meters close to the high platform and was suspended in the air.

Kyle nodded, and just jumped down like this, gliding and slowing down a little in the middle, and finally landed lightly in the middle of the speech platform.

He was dressed in a night suit, carrying the iconic one-handed sword, standing tall and ruthless on the high platform, under the blessing of the superhero halo, he immediately became the most dazzling protagonist on the scene, no matter how high the status of the politicians and generals would be low one head.

Thousands of people below are still applauding excitedly, and the applause is like thunder.

"Major General Kyle, you are finally back..."

The president turned around, wanting to be polite, but Kyle didn't even look at him, and walked towards the congressmen and generals alone.

Faced with the approach of this killing god, the faces of generals who have experienced various battles have changed slightly, let alone those councilors sitting in the greenhouse, their faces have turned pale.

Among them, Congressman Ivan, who was standing a little behind, and several congressmen held their hands nervously, resisting the urge to collapse to the ground in fear.

"Kyle." Admiral Chester sighed and stepped forward.

"General Chester, it's not as you wished, I'm still back." Kyle stopped and said coldly.

"Kyle. No matter what you've been through, it's all my fault. Don't hurt anyone else..." Admiral Chester was soon interrupted by Kyle before he finished speaking, "No, you That's right."

Kyle sneered, "You're just getting old."

General Chester was dumb, but he didn't make a sound to refute. His gray hair looked like a haggard old man.

The helicopter remained suspended in the low air, the rope was thrown from the cabin, and Fury slid down to the high platform.

Knowing Kyle's return, Howard notified Fury as soon as possible, and then he rushed to the White House Plaza in Washington.

This, of course, has a purpose.

"Fury, which ones did you find?" Kyle waved to Fury behind him, and scanned the congressmen in front of him. The congressmen were terrified, not knowing what the war hero wanted to do when he came back.

"That, that, oh, and that." Fury stepped forward, searching with sharp eyes, and pointed out three councilors, including Ivan.

The three councilors who were named trembled slightly. The rest of the councilors and the general didn't know why, but they subconsciously stayed away from the three of them and retreated to a safe distance.

"Oh." Kyle nodded indifferently, and walked towards the three congressmen.

"Major General Kyle, what do you want to do? Don't come here!" Ivan's eyes flashed a little panic, and he shouted and asked: "This is the White House Square, where congressmen and generals representing the country, as well as the general public and the media Under your eyes, watch your proper behavior!"

Kyle sneered, pedaling and rushing to Ivan at a faster speed. Before the surrounding armed soldiers could react, his right hand clenched into a fist and landed on the opponent's lower abdomen.

'Boom! '

With Ivan's ordinary body, he received the punch with tons of impact, and his whole body was like a ball. He flew back and rolled five or six meters, hitting the white wall of the office building.

His body was completely maimed, half of his body fell into the wall, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't even figure out that he would die in such a simple and rude way.

After so much careful planning, there was no time to fight back at the end... With a bang, the other party trampled him to death like a cockroach.

(End of this chapter)