My Little Pony: Another World Adventure

December in the United States is very cold, but President Bush's heart is even colder than the weather.

There was heavy snow falling outside the White House, and in his heart there was hailstones as big as fists, hitting his heart and causing him to ache.

First, during the Gulf War, the Iraqi rebels put up fierce resistance. Those turbaned peasants actually pulled out biological weapons from nowhere and attacked his soldiers head-on, refusing to hand over the oil resources. Several divisions were stuck in the Middle East and could not get out. This was not a slap on the soldiers, but a slap on President Bush's face!

Then there is the mysterious Eastern power. The yellow-skinned, black-eyed "Eastern Romans" have once again possessed a strong magnetic field after many years. Their technology and industrial level are changing with each passing day, catching up with the old power of the United States. If it were not for the afterglow of President Carter bringing Sino-US relations into the honeymoon period, President Bush would have worried about seeing Chinese Colonel Chao standing at his bedside when he woke up every day.

The country is not peaceful either. Not to mention the completely independent Night City in the south, Hogwarts in the north has become a new major concern as a rising star. The key is that the owners of these two places are all people with strong magnetic fields and cannot be restrained by ordinary means.

Even in New York, where America was born, there is Superman, an alien who can cover the sky with one hand, and various super criminals from the other 49 states are coming in droves, relentlessly challenging the upper limit of Kryptonian kindness and the bottom line of tolerance. How could the president not worry that the guy wearing red underwear outside will be really enraged one day, go crazy and completely destroy his country?

President Bush grabbed his hair. The United States and its fifty states were all on his shoulders. The huge responsibility of protecting the people of the world made him almost breathless, so that he had to rely on drugs and Loli Island to relieve his depression during this period.

How could the great United States of America become like this in his hands?

No, I have to go to Lolita Island again to relax, but I won’t invite Trump this time. The guy drank a bottle of Coke last time he went there, didn’t give me any face, and said that my taste is as bad as shit, saying that he only likes big blonde waves.

Clearly blonde, big waves, and wavy hair! President Bush complained in his heart, reaching out to press the button on the presidential desk to let his men prepare a special plane for him to go to Loli Island.

Before the button was pressed, the secretary assigned to him by the Republican Party rushed into the Oval Office and stammered, "Oh no! Mr. President! Something terrible has happened!"

President Bush felt a surge of anger, picked up the folder at hand and threw it at him, shouting: "How can you be so flustered! You have brought shame to America!"

The secretary jumped over with the agility of a football player to catch the confidential document: "Mr. President, even if you are angry, you have to listen to me first - Loli Island has been sunk!"

"What?!" President Bush stood up with his eyes wider than a cow's. "Who is it? Who dares to destroy my back garden?!"

The secretary took out an IBM laptop from his bag and opened the heavy black plastic shell to reveal a 12-inch large color LCD screen. The 8MB memory and 270MB hard disk, combined with the most advanced chip, gave it extremely powerful performance. He said as he operated it, "The Marines found a portable camera on the remaining sand reef of Loli Island. We copied this video from its memory card. Mr. President, please watch the VCR."

The laptop turned to face President Bush. A white light lit up in the center of the LCD screen, which then expanded into a colorful picture. The tropical scenery of Little St. James Island, southeast of St. Thomas in the Caribbean, appeared in the snowy Washington, D.C. In addition to the sunshine, beach, and palm trees, a female voice came from outside the screen: "Have you started recording?"

The woman spoke English with a slight British accent. President Bush frowned, he wanted to see who had such great ability.

"I'm not very good at using this thing yet... The light is on, let's start!" said another voice. This was also a girl, but much younger, and it sounded like she was still a long way from adulthood, about the same age as the "female staff" on Lolita Island.

"Then turn the camera around, you're just shooting empty shots." After the first voice said this, the picture shook and then froze.

President Bush raised his eyebrows. The person who filmed the video appeared so openly without any disguise or cover on his face.

The owner of the first voice is a blonde woman with emerald eyes. Her facial features are cold and sharp like knives. Her slender, agile and curvaceous body is wrapped in a black military uniform with scarlet piping. Her blonde hair is braided into a whip-like tight pigtail. She wears a blood-red wide-brimmed hat on her head. A metal skull decoration stares coldly at the camera from above the black brim of the hat. What a beautiful woman in military uniform.

The second voice came from a red-haired girl with a cute and innocent face, a few freckles on her nose, and a pair of big brown eyes that were bright and clear, making people think of her as lively and cute animals like foals. However, she obviously underestimated the temperature of the Caribbean Sea. While holding the camera in one hand, she kept fanning herself with the other hand.

In addition to the two of them, there was a third person, a girl with long platinum hair who had been silent. She had orange fruits in the shape of small carrots hanging from her earlobes, several necklaces made of corks strung together around her neck, and a pair of pink-purple eyes on her nose that could only be described as "a riot of color". There were also colorful feather decorations on both sides of the lenses, making her look like something between a fortune-teller and an owl. At this moment, she was squatting on the ground, concentrating on playing tug-of-war with a crab that was holding her little finger.

"Stop playing around, Luna, and look at the camera."

The blonde woman bent down and patted the witch's head as if she was coaxing a child, then pointed sharply at the camera. This inexplicable pressure made President Bush in front of the computer lean back involuntarily, and then he heard her say: "George Herbert Walker Bush, look at the dirty and evil things you have done! And you yourself, you are neither human nor ghost, and you still want to compete with Latarn? Don't let me see you in Hogwarts, or I will peel off your scalp and make it into boots!"

The red-haired girl also pointed at Bush's nose and sneered: "I'm telling you, old Bush, you're going to have a hard time at Hogwarts! Remember that! Come on, Luna, curse a little too!"

The witch looked up and said, "Old Bush, you are just a chicken—"

"Hey! Who are you?! How did you get on the island?!" Several security guards appeared behind the three people in the camera, and their pistols were loaded and ready to fire with a few clicks. "Put your hands up! Kneel on the ground! Don't move!"

The blonde girl smiled with bright eyes and white teeth, turned around and waved her hand in the air: "The magnetic field rotates with nine thousand horses of power. The emperor is amazing. Compassion saves the world!"

The camera faithfully recorded the scene. The guns in the hands of the security guards exploded at once. The invisible blades cut the flesh along their arms, and blood plasma burst out like fireworks, but did not hurt the bones at all. It all happened too fast. They didn't even have time to scream. All that was left was a pile of human tissue fragments and a few pink skeletons still holding their guns!

President Bush covered his lips, not out of disgust, but out of horror. Magnetic force?! How could this girl also——

"This is just the beginning." The red-haired girl stared at the camera in her hand. President Bush didn't know whether it was an illusion or there was something wrong with the camera, but he always felt that there was an illusory face beside her. "We will dig out all the disgusting things you and the government have done one by one and let the people see the true face of America. You can start praying, President Bush. This is the only thing you can do."

After saying that, she threw the camera to the ground, put her arm around the witch's waist, pulled out a big sword emitting cold moonlight from the chest of the white-haired girl, and rushed towards the alarmed island guard troops together with the beautiful woman in military uniform. Purple-red lightning and pale cold air burst out amid the screams of those who accomplices!

President Bush closed the screen of his laptop and was silent for a long time. Then he said to his secretary, who was sweating profusely, "Restart the Paperclip Project."

The secretary was obviously surprised: "Mr. President, wasn't this project abandoned a long time ago?"

"Then bring back all the technical personnel! Push the project through at all costs!" President Bush roared, "China, Night City, Hogwarts! They all have their own magnetic field masters! We must also cultivate a force that can compete with them! In short - create the Dream Maker for me!"

"Dream Maker?!" The secretary was stunned. "Sir, back then, Jiang used the Dream Maker to forcibly unleash 800,000 horsepower, but he was still no match for the opponent's 600,000 horsepower. This technology has been shelved for so long. If it is forcibly activated, the human and resource costs required to catch up with the current technological level will be terrifying astronomical figures!"

"Then let the Americans suffer a little longer. Everything will be fine once the Dream Maker is built." President Bush looked gloomy. He stood up and looked at the snowflakes fluttering outside the window. "The United States today is no longer the same as it was back then. We can not only create a magnetic field master, but also cultivate a magnetic field army. No matter what, the advantage is mine!"

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On the shore of Lake Michigan, the snow falls like gauze.

On the frozen lake, Latan stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, taking a long, lingering breath. He let the wind and snow blow his fiery hair. An aura called "artistic conception" that could not be explained in words rose up. He seemed to be merging with the Tao. Neither the naked eye nor the sensors could outline the outline of his body.

Then, he closed his eyes and focused his mind, then slowly started to practice boxing. He was not bound by any school or rules, but just followed his mind and let his body move naturally. His movements were extremely gentle and soothing, not even the trajectory of the falling snowflakes was disturbed. Fists, palms, legs, knees, elbows... These most basic movements did not show any fierceness or sharpness, but were as continuous as the waves in the ocean, and as unstoppable as the natural phenomena of the blue planet beneath his feet.

Except for himself.

Latan opened his eyes, his gaze was calm, but his mood suddenly changed, from the unity of man and nature to a small world of his own, as if the stars in the universe were running and flowing between his chest and abdomen, and the electromagnetic force, one of the four fundamental forces that make up the universe, showed its sharp fangs under its harmless appearance. He punched, the sky trembled; he stamped his feet, the earth wailed; he spread his hands, and the ocean calmed down.

The clenched fist already has invisible authority, which represents extreme violence. The fist is the power. Rules can only restrain violence, but cannot tame it. The so-called politics is nothing more than a trick used by humans to quarrel before throwing a fist, and the so-called government is just the mouthpiece of the body of violence. Without violence, no one will listen even if you shout; with violence, even whispering is as loud as thunder.

Latan took a step forward like a bow, with his fist at his waist ready to go. His energy and spirit were perfectly unified at this moment, but at the last moment, he hesitated.

Are you eager to fight? Of course. General Shatterstar is the most courageous demigod, and the Scarlet King is a natural war machine. His love for fighting and killing is an instinct deeply engraved in his soul, a crystal left after countless extractions and purifications. Just like birds are destined to fly, fish are destined to swim, and beasts are destined to run, Latan is destined to fight.

However, fighting is only a means to protect humanity.

Latan is strong, too strong. If he is not restrained, his breath can break the bones of ordinary people, his touch can destroy a building, and his footsteps can cause terrible earthquakes. If he wants, he can extinguish the sun with his psychic power and light it again. Nature is nothing more than an exquisite bonsai to him. Mortals are not even ants, but just dust in the bonsai, and he can destroy everything at any time.