At this time, Zhao Wuyou and President Underwood were still staying in the presidential office.

But at this moment, there were no one figures lying on the ground, but five.

The door that was broken by violence was still hidden, but a big hole in the center could be seen. The diffuse destructive power made the solid door seem to have been knocked by a giant beast, which was simply a terrifying damage caused by a siege hammer.

However, it was in front of Underwood that Zhao Wuyou broke through, even though he knew that it was the safest one by him.

Underwood still walked away a few steps involuntarily, which was the awe of the lower biological chains that predators at the top should have.

The fierce and strong militants were stunned by Zhao Wuyou who took the lead with a straight punch before they could break the door to the president's office.

Our President looked at the strong men with a figure comparable to a brown bear and were directly twisted and threw them in. They died even more simply than a chick. How could he dare to think more at this time?

On the contrary, Zhao Wuyou looked at the various vehicles gradually surrounding him, and his eyes were a little funny.

"It seems that I am really lucky. After saying that, what are your plans for today besides seeing me?"

Upon hearing this, Underwood was stunned and then thought of something.

If it were just to kidnap a president of a country, it would not have been so big, and even if it was assassinated, it would not have been like this. When Ted's words came to his expression, his cold sweat actually flowed.

"It's the nuclear bomb password, damn it! They want that thing!"

Zhao Wuyou was not surprised to hear this, but he picked the time he came to change the nuclear bullet password. I don’t know if the White House people were too worried or too confident?

"But it's useless to have my password..."

Underwood is such an old fox, he instantly thought of many possibilities, and even began to figure out what these people's real goal was.

Unlike Ted, a guy who was brainwashed since childhood, he understands too much that things have changed. What are the benefits of triggering a world war? It is worth their hard work? There can be one or even ten spies for the sake of belief, but now these militants cannot be beaten with mere belief.

After all, soldiers and spy intelligence personnel are still two systems. Although the pursuit is very different, even if it is really for belief, it will not be attacked in this way.

Zhao Wuyou's expression was extremely calm. He didn't care at all about the White House. He had no intention of coming here except to show his force to deter him. He did not expect that if he encountered such a situation, it was even more undesirable for him.

"It doesn't matter. It's not difficult to take you out, but I'm afraid you may not be able to escape unstoppable."

With his physical fitness and combat ability, let alone these terrorists, no more than twice as many people are not enough for him to kill, especially in such a building room with complex internal terrain.

But it is not necessarily possible to carry Underwood. After all, no matter how poor the President hides his physical fitness, he is only thirteen or fourteen points, and he is at best stronger than ordinary adults.

However, before Underwood could speak, Zhao Wuyou had already stood up with a bloodthirsty smile, showing his white teeth that made him tremble.

"So it's better to solve all the problems!"

Not to mention how frightened Underwood was when he heard this, Zhao Wuyou's next sentence made him feel like he was taken advantage of.

"You just don't walk around here, wait for me to come back."

But before the feeling in his heart disappeared, Zhao Wuyou's figure had already rushed out like a shell, and the momentum did not converge at all. The sound of blasting through the air resistance directly attracted all the terrorists who were still sweeping in the White House!

Almost as soon as he stepped, the armed personnel who were approaching the vicinity saw Zhao Wuyou coming at a very fast speed.

Fires erupted, and fierce gunfire sounded.

"Bang bang bang!" "Bang bang bang bang bang!"

The bullets that always wiped their scalp and lifted up pieces of debris from the wooden door and wall behind Zhao Wuyou's afterimage.

The smoke and dust swayed, and before they could react to what they were facing, Zhao Wuyou's figure had already arrived in front of them!

The strong wind blew on his face with countless fragments that made the militants unable to open their eyes.

After all, they are well-trained war machines, and they rely on their feelings to shoot blindly at the direction where Zhao Wuyou is, and they are also very accurate.

But no matter how accurate they are, they can only hear the sound of "Pu Pu" air being broken quickly from their ears.

Zhao Wuyou was still in a hurry when facing the close-range shooting, and his body kept stopping, and he stepped on the ground to form a small pit.

‘Click!’

The terrible power suddenly exceeded ordinary people's understanding. The strong wind brought by the blow was no less than being hit by a heavy truck.

The person who was hit flew backwards with the few behind him, his chest completely sunk, and his internal organs turned into fragments and spewed out from his five orifices, causing blood to flow.

The few people behind him were also shattered, and they seemed to be vomiting blood and foaming at the mouth.

‘Bang’

After a turn of his footsteps, Zhao Wuyou's speed did not decrease after punching. When he appeared again, he had already arrived at the left side of the aisle.

The terrorist who escaped by luck had not yet opened his eyes, his neck was already wrapped around his arms like a rope, just a moment.

‘Click!’

After the crisp sound, he had completely lost control of his body, and darkness invaded everything that belonged to him.

Perhaps it was because I realized that such killing was too slow and too bloody.

Zhao Wuyou found a dagger with a blood-trough barb from the corpse in front of him, and flexibly played with it at the tip of his fingers.

Stepping out again, accompanied by the howling sound of the split air, Zhao Wuyou's figure had already arrived at the entrance of the stairs!

At this time, the terrorists guarding the first floor had begun to move forward. Zhao Wuyou's movement was too big, so they couldn't help but ignore it.

However, before they could climb up the stairs, the terrible hurricane had swept over with a storm!

The black edge was like a deadly wind in the eyes of these murderous warriors, and the sound of high-pressure blood vessels rupture one after another.

Just a short breath, when Zhao Wuyou walked down the stairs and came to the first floor.

The entire stairway seemed to be dyed with a layer of red paint, and the sticky blood hanged all over the walls. Zhao Wuyou sensed it for a moment. There were only less than ten threatening figures left on the first and second floors.

The five senses that are transcendent and unparalleled can almost capture the current situation inside the White House based on the mind view constructed by smell and hearing. The real threat is actually underground...

However, Zhao Wuyou is not a good citizen, and he doesn't care how much important information there is in the White House.

With his extraordinary luck, he did not need to look for enemies. Almost when he had just developed the intention of killing, the remaining people gathered in his direction at the same time.

Accompanied by bursts of explosions that broke through the air, Zhao Wuyou held more than a dozen grenades in his hand when he left the first floor.

After sending the gift into the elevator and pressing the button on the second floor, Zhao Wuyou walked directly to the president's office and looked at the anxious President Underwood waiting.

"Let's go!"

President Underwood, who had an inexplicable premonition, dared not say anything at this time.

The bandit who completely defeated the defense in a short period of time in an attack on the White House was killed by the people in front of him in just a few minutes. What else can he say? Do you think his life is not long enough?

Even if Zhao Wuyou wants to blow up the White House, what can he do?

However, just as he followed Zhao Wuyou out of the White House gate, a strong sense of tremor came out, and in an instant the entire White House began to tremble.

He looked at Zhao Wuyou incredibly. Before President Underwood could say anything, Zhao Wuyou had already carried him forward.

Zhao Wuyou was not prepared to explode the White House directly, and more than a dozen grenades could not handle such high-end things. The only possibility is that his super high luck has added another show!

"Bang! Rumble!"
Chapter completed!