People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

These warriors arrived here for various reasons, working for the [Eternal Life Club], only to have their home base stolen...

This is insane! Who could possibly handle this?!

[Retreat immediately, and I will cancel the actions against your family. Tick-tock, time waits for no one.] At this moment, the Samaritan, following Ding Ze's instructions, posted these words on the screens.

The numerous warriors sent by the [Eternal Life Club] almost all saw it at the same time.

Then, we looked at each other.

withdraw!!!

Quickly call your family and tell them to leave the house and hide.

Most of the soldiers chose to retreat, and only a very small number of soldiers who had no family at all wanted to continue fighting... But, being an orphan does not mean being a fool.

If our comrades have all retreated, continuing the fight would be tantamount to suicide.

So, retreat! Retreat! Retreat!

As a result, in no time, infighting broke out among the team sent by the [Eternal Life Club]. With victory in sight, the commanders could not and were unwilling to retreat at this time. They roared and forcibly ordered the soldiers to continue advancing, attacking the high-rise building where Ding Ze was located, and even opened fire.

So, the soldiers naturally began to resist.

How many commanders are there in total?

In the blink of an eye, the commanders were almost wiped out, and the warriors sent by the [Eternal Life Club] surged in like a flood and then retreated like the receding tide.

Ding Ze saw this and, without hesitation, promptly fulfilled his promise, having the Samaritan manipulate the displays so that the warriors could see his men gradually ceasing their actions.

"Go home and spend time with your family," the last message appeared on each screen.

Time flies.

The warriors sent by the [Eternal Life Club] left Miami at full speed, leaving behind the city littered with corpses and rivers of blood.

Thus, in this war, the despicable and shameless Ding Ze, after paying a very heavy price, finally achieved victory.

*****

Washington, D.C., White House, West Wing.

The luxurious office was completely silent, save for the heavy breathing that echoed one after another.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

“It’s over,” Elder Snowwell-Milden said. “What follows is a long war, a fight to the death between the two sides.”

While the Longevity Club did indeed lose this battle, in Snowwell Milden's view, the real war between the Longevity Club and Ding Ze had only just begun.

Let's keep fighting, you kill my men, I kill yours, and see who dies first.

Upon hearing this, the hot-tempered elder was so enraged he practically flew into a rage, shouting, "I told you we should abandon that damn Samaritans and bomb Miami! Now look what's happened!!"

Snowwell Milden had always been at a loss with this hot-tempered guy, and upon hearing this, he gave a wry smile. "After that battle just now, haven't you realized how amazing the Samaritans' power is?"

Why would you say something like that?

The hot-tempered elder, having truly realized the astonishing power of the Samaritans, felt somewhat embarrassed. "What good is their power if they're not under our control?"

Snowwell Milden, too lazy to argue with this guy any longer, said, "We should go. Ding Ze is very likely already on his way to Washington with his men. If we don't leave now, we might not be able to leave at all."

The other four elders were speechless and helpless about this.

The Longevity Club, which has been secretly controlling this world for so long, has now been reduced to a state of retreat by a young man like Ding Ze.

This is incredibly embarrassing.

But, as humiliating as it may be, you still have to run.

What else can we do? Wait until Ding Ze comes to Washington, then have another fight with him?

At this point, the five elders didn't even need to communicate; they had already reached a consensus: the White House couldn't stop Ding Ze, and once he arrived in Washington, he would definitely have a way to kill them…

And then, don't forget...

The mad killer Ding Ze has a habit of chopping people into mincemeat.

The five elders have lived for far too many years and have absolutely no interest in being chopped into mincemeat by Ding Ze.

Therefore, upon hearing Snowwell Milden's words, the other four elders immediately stood up without hesitation.

Snowwell Milden then spoke again, “Our appearance should have been recorded by the Samaritans. Let’s change our appearance when we go back this time. Let’s keep in touch.”

The other four elders nodded in unison, without saying anything more.

Soon, the six people left the office and walked outside.

Eddie Thomas, who had been listening in the background, heard this and panicked when he saw the six men about to leave. He immediately called Ding Ze.

Ding Ze, along with Janet and a tactical squad, was on a plane bound for Washington when he received a call from Eddie Thomas. After listening, he shook his head with a smile, "Can't we stop them?"

Actually, there are probably ways to stop it, but the price to pay would be too high... Eddie Thomas hesitated.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Eddie Thomas spoke, "If I were to operate from the inside, there's a very high chance I'd die..."

“I’ll take care of it. You just need to keep a close eye on them and make sure they don’t leave the White House grounds,” Ding Ze said decisively, then called his people in Washington, “Send a small team over there immediately and drop more bombs into the White House and fire a few more shots.”

“If anyone dies, I will give them one hundred million US dollars; if they are lucky enough to survive, I will give them fifty million US dollars.”

Good guy! ! !

A life for a hundred million US dollars?!

Damn it.

Let alone throwing bombs into the White House, even carrying bombs and rushing into the White House would be perfectly acceptable!

"It'll be done in two minutes!!" the person on the other end of the phone replied.

Ding Ze hung up the phone decisively and then called Eddie Thomas, saying, "No matter what method you use, stop them for five minutes. My men are on their way."

Eddie Thomas was genuinely surprised. Although he had a rough idea of ​​the answer, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to do?"

“Close the White House,” Ding Ze replied with a smile.

This is the same answer Eddie Thomas had in mind.

Eddie Thomas was speechless for a moment.

Dududu~~

Ding Ze hung up the phone.

Hearing the beeping sound, Eddie Thomas snapped out of his daze, feeling a chill run down his spine, but what could he do now?

In the blink of an eye, Eddie Thomas quickly assembled a team of agents to intercept Elder Ricky and his six companions.

Eddie Thomas is the CIA director. He only needed to stall Ricky and his six men for a few minutes. There were plenty of reasons he could use, so he didn't need to put in much effort.

All six of Ricky's men knew that Eddie Thomas was Ding Ze's man.

Upon seeing Eddie Thomas appear, Snowwell Milden immediately realized that something was wrong and confirmed that Ding Ze had sent Eddie Thomas.

“Chief Thomas, please move aside. It’s not wise of you to do this,” Snowwell Milden said, not wanting to waste any more time here.

Eddie Thomas, his face stern, looked at Snowy Milden. "Sir, who are you? And how did you get into the White House? I don't see your information or that of these four elderly gentlemen with you in the register!"

"I suspect you are spies!!"

National security is a very, very useful card for any three-letter organization in the United States.

Eddie Thomas didn't bother looking for other reasons; he just played this card, making sure to stall for five minutes—there was nothing wrong with that.

Sure enough, one minute, two minutes, and in the blink of an eye, two minutes were up.

Several pickup trucks appeared around the White House.

Immediately afterwards, packages flew out of the pickup truck bed.

White House guards immediately discovered the horrifying situation, but unfortunately, reaction takes time, while the explosion of a bomb takes even less time.

One second, two seconds.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM~~~

Deafening explosions rang out almost simultaneously around the White House.

Boom boom boom! !

moment.

Inside the White House, alarms blared wildly, and at the same time, an emergency lockdown order was issued, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving from that moment on.

Thump thump thump thump thump~~

Pickup trucks sped by, and at the same time, the people inside fired their weapons at the White House with all their might.

Bang, bang, bang~~~

The White House snipers are no pushovers either. With such a big incident, they've all sprung into action, opening fire and taking down the people in the pickup truck.

These snipers are really good.

Bang, bang, bang~~~

One after another, people died in the pickup trucks.

Death comes very quickly and decisively, almost without pain.