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Chapter 649
chapter 0282 part 3
After speaking, Magneto no longer paid attention to the conflicted Cyclops. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Wanda's phone number.
"Wanda, where is Tang? I have something very important. He's cultivating in seclusion? My matter is very important, be sure to notify him!"
"So what if they are Gods? Do they think it's still the Middle Ages! Even if they are Gods, they are your Western Gods. We Chinese people are not afraid of any monsters and demons. Let alone Michael, even if Yahweh himself comes and wants to target the Stargate, he'll have to ask if the guys in our hands agree!"
An emergency video conference was held among the heads of state of six countries. The Chinese Head of State slammed the table: "If you don't dare to act, then leave it to us. The Golden Monkey rises with a thousand-pound rod, clearing the Jade Palace of dust for eternity. Our Dragon Palace Satellite is directly above the base. With four Sea-Pacifying Divine Needles dropped, I don't believe we can't break Michael's wings!"
"Cough cough!" The newly appointed Federal Black President covered his mouth with his fist and coughed twice.
The French President beside him cleverly took over the Chinese Head of State's words: "Mr. Chairman, Leon Military Base is our only Forward Base at the moment. The importance of the Space Gate is self-evident.
All our countries have invested a massive amount of manpower, material resources, and funds. If we rashly use space-based weapons, the funds and energy required to rebuild a Forward Base are minor matters. The most important thing is that I am worried about affecting the progress of interstellar development!"
"Then, according to your opinion, how should this matter be handled?" The Chinese Head of State didn't even look at the French President, staring intently at the Federal President.
The newly appointed Federal Black President's gaze drifted under the Chinese Head of State's gaze: "According to the defense system we established when building the Forward Base, one Intruder is completely insignificant!"
"Mr. President, I hope things are truly as insignificant as your country says. If the Federation is unable to protect the Forward Base, then we Russians have plenty of reliable capable lads. However, the output of the Stargate, I think, will need to be reallocated!"
The Russian President had a smile on his face, but his words implied a desire to take a substantial bite out of the Federation.
"Mr. Chinese President, there's no need for you to worry about the guard work at the Forward Base. The situation within the base is currently under control.
Professor Charles has already rushed to the scene. You should understand Professor X's strength. Even the Nordic Thor may not be Professor Charles's rival. I think even the Archangel Michael from the Bible is at most comparable in strength to Thor!"
The Black President rested his hands on the office desk in front of him, seemingly to add persuasiveness to his words. This was a trick he often used when he was a lawyer! However, compared to this inexperienced President, everyone present were Old Foxes who had been navigating the political world for many years.
Even the British and French Presidents, who had always been on the Federation's side, were somewhat calculating their moves.
The distribution of interests in the Forward Base was initially because the Federation was the most powerful and closest to Leon Base. There was no other way; the Federation got the biggest share of the cake when interests were distributed.
Seeing an opportunity to redistribute the cake, who wasn't a leading figure back then? Even Britain, a loyal follower of the Federation, didn't lack the ambition to restore the glory of the Empire on which the Sun never sets through interstellar development.
"It's best if your Federation can solve it independently. I heard that the person who broke into the Forward Base with the Pope was from your Federal Military!"
The Chinese President said with a smile, completely ignoring the fact that the Federal President's dark face had turned blackish-purple.
"That suspect has been controlled. As for whether he is a Federation person, it remains to be investigated! I have already asked the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) to verify. I suspect he was an Agent from a certain country in disguise!"
The Federal President glared at the Russian President. The "certain country" in his words was naturally self-evident.
Just as the two were glaring at each other like fighting chickens, unwilling to show weakness.
A secretary walked up to the Presidents of the various countries who were holding the video conference and whispered softly.
The next moment, the faces of everyone present instantly became very unpleasant, especially the Federal President.
The White House Chief of Staff brought him two bad news. The Air Force Colonel who was detained and held died from poison during interrogation.
Charles, on whom he had placed high hopes, suddenly fell into a coma. Currently, the base's defense forces could do nothing against that unknown life form suspected to be an Angel.
Clearly, these two matters were no secret to the people present.
Soon, the leaders of various countries expressed their attitude regarding the Forward Base matter.
The Russian President, ignoring the Federal President's eggplant-purple face, stated directly that if the Federation couldn't handle it, he could directly dispatch the Black Sea Fleet to help.
The Chinese Head of State spoke more gently, but he directly put the Dragon Palace Satellite on standby. The British Prime Minister kindly told the Federal President that he could apply to the Royal Family to send the legendary supernatural power, the Twelve Round Table Knights, as reinforcements.
Among those present, only T'Challa, who was unfamiliar with political struggle, was somewhat confused and didn't understand that the heads of state of various countries were using the situation to exert pressure and gain more interests.
Perhaps because of their similar skin color, T'Challa had a certain fondness for the newly appointed Federal President. He directly promised him that Wakanda's elites could be rapidly dispatched to support the Forward Base.
He was completely unaware that after he finished speaking, his fellow countryman's face became even more unpleasant.
"Where are the supernatural soldiers we trained? Send them over!"
Inside the Oval Office of the White House, the newly appointed Federal President swept the documents in front of him onto the ground, roaring at his Advisors.
"Sir, a large portion of our superpowered soldiers were trained with the help of the Church. You must understand that the target we are currently suspected of dealing with is a legendary Angel!"
The White House Chief of Staff squatted down to pick up the documents on the ground, while also stating his opinion to Mr. President, rejecting the President's idea of deploying those superpowered soldiers.
"Then let S.H.I.E.L.D. handle it, and those Superheroes, contact them—" Mr. President loosened his tie and sat back down in the office chair.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are already on their way. Mr. Stark rushed to the scene immediately after receiving the information. Doctor Reed Richards and his team are on their way. With them there, we believe the situation will be brought under control soon!"
The White House Chief of Staff organized the documents in his hand, arranged them neatly, and placed them back on the President's office desk.
Upon hearing the Secretary-General's orderly words, the Federal President's surging rage immediately subsided. He opened his hands, expressing his apology: "I'm sorry, Madam, I lost my composure..."
The White House Chief of Staff shook her head: "Sir, this is our responsibility, to help you manage this country. You are the Federal President, you must believe in the authority in your hands. Even if they are Gods, how many nuclear bombs can They withstand!"
Hearing the Secretary-General's words, the President subconsciously looked at the briefcase. The moment he saw the briefcase, his anxious emotions immediately calmed down.
Yes, how many nuclear bombs could a God withstand?
(end of chapter)
After speaking, Magneto no longer paid attention to the conflicted Cyclops. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Wanda's phone number.
"Wanda, where is Tang? I have something very important. He's cultivating in seclusion? My matter is very important, be sure to notify him!"
"So what if they are Gods? Do they think it's still the Middle Ages! Even if they are Gods, they are your Western Gods. We Chinese people are not afraid of any monsters and demons. Let alone Michael, even if Yahweh himself comes and wants to target the Stargate, he'll have to ask if the guys in our hands agree!"
An emergency video conference was held among the heads of state of six countries. The Chinese Head of State slammed the table: "If you don't dare to act, then leave it to us. The Golden Monkey rises with a thousand-pound rod, clearing the Jade Palace of dust for eternity. Our Dragon Palace Satellite is directly above the base. With four Sea-Pacifying Divine Needles dropped, I don't believe we can't break Michael's wings!"
"Cough cough!" The newly appointed Federal Black President covered his mouth with his fist and coughed twice.
The French President beside him cleverly took over the Chinese Head of State's words: "Mr. Chairman, Leon Military Base is our only Forward Base at the moment. The importance of the Space Gate is self-evident.
All our countries have invested a massive amount of manpower, material resources, and funds. If we rashly use space-based weapons, the funds and energy required to rebuild a Forward Base are minor matters. The most important thing is that I am worried about affecting the progress of interstellar development!"
"Then, according to your opinion, how should this matter be handled?" The Chinese Head of State didn't even look at the French President, staring intently at the Federal President.
The newly appointed Federal Black President's gaze drifted under the Chinese Head of State's gaze: "According to the defense system we established when building the Forward Base, one Intruder is completely insignificant!"
"Mr. President, I hope things are truly as insignificant as your country says. If the Federation is unable to protect the Forward Base, then we Russians have plenty of reliable capable lads. However, the output of the Stargate, I think, will need to be reallocated!"
The Russian President had a smile on his face, but his words implied a desire to take a substantial bite out of the Federation.
"Mr. Chinese President, there's no need for you to worry about the guard work at the Forward Base. The situation within the base is currently under control.
Professor Charles has already rushed to the scene. You should understand Professor X's strength. Even the Nordic Thor may not be Professor Charles's rival. I think even the Archangel Michael from the Bible is at most comparable in strength to Thor!"
The Black President rested his hands on the office desk in front of him, seemingly to add persuasiveness to his words. This was a trick he often used when he was a lawyer! However, compared to this inexperienced President, everyone present were Old Foxes who had been navigating the political world for many years.
Even the British and French Presidents, who had always been on the Federation's side, were somewhat calculating their moves.
The distribution of interests in the Forward Base was initially because the Federation was the most powerful and closest to Leon Base. There was no other way; the Federation got the biggest share of the cake when interests were distributed.
Seeing an opportunity to redistribute the cake, who wasn't a leading figure back then? Even Britain, a loyal follower of the Federation, didn't lack the ambition to restore the glory of the Empire on which the Sun never sets through interstellar development.
"It's best if your Federation can solve it independently. I heard that the person who broke into the Forward Base with the Pope was from your Federal Military!"
The Chinese President said with a smile, completely ignoring the fact that the Federal President's dark face had turned blackish-purple.
"That suspect has been controlled. As for whether he is a Federation person, it remains to be investigated! I have already asked the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) to verify. I suspect he was an Agent from a certain country in disguise!"
The Federal President glared at the Russian President. The "certain country" in his words was naturally self-evident.
Just as the two were glaring at each other like fighting chickens, unwilling to show weakness.
A secretary walked up to the Presidents of the various countries who were holding the video conference and whispered softly.
The next moment, the faces of everyone present instantly became very unpleasant, especially the Federal President.
The White House Chief of Staff brought him two bad news. The Air Force Colonel who was detained and held died from poison during interrogation.
Charles, on whom he had placed high hopes, suddenly fell into a coma. Currently, the base's defense forces could do nothing against that unknown life form suspected to be an Angel.
Clearly, these two matters were no secret to the people present.
Soon, the leaders of various countries expressed their attitude regarding the Forward Base matter.
The Russian President, ignoring the Federal President's eggplant-purple face, stated directly that if the Federation couldn't handle it, he could directly dispatch the Black Sea Fleet to help.
The Chinese Head of State spoke more gently, but he directly put the Dragon Palace Satellite on standby. The British Prime Minister kindly told the Federal President that he could apply to the Royal Family to send the legendary supernatural power, the Twelve Round Table Knights, as reinforcements.
Among those present, only T'Challa, who was unfamiliar with political struggle, was somewhat confused and didn't understand that the heads of state of various countries were using the situation to exert pressure and gain more interests.
Perhaps because of their similar skin color, T'Challa had a certain fondness for the newly appointed Federal President. He directly promised him that Wakanda's elites could be rapidly dispatched to support the Forward Base.
He was completely unaware that after he finished speaking, his fellow countryman's face became even more unpleasant.
"Where are the supernatural soldiers we trained? Send them over!"
Inside the Oval Office of the White House, the newly appointed Federal President swept the documents in front of him onto the ground, roaring at his Advisors.
"Sir, a large portion of our superpowered soldiers were trained with the help of the Church. You must understand that the target we are currently suspected of dealing with is a legendary Angel!"
The White House Chief of Staff squatted down to pick up the documents on the ground, while also stating his opinion to Mr. President, rejecting the President's idea of deploying those superpowered soldiers.
"Then let S.H.I.E.L.D. handle it, and those Superheroes, contact them—" Mr. President loosened his tie and sat back down in the office chair.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are already on their way. Mr. Stark rushed to the scene immediately after receiving the information. Doctor Reed Richards and his team are on their way. With them there, we believe the situation will be brought under control soon!"
The White House Chief of Staff organized the documents in his hand, arranged them neatly, and placed them back on the President's office desk.
Upon hearing the Secretary-General's orderly words, the Federal President's surging rage immediately subsided. He opened his hands, expressing his apology: "I'm sorry, Madam, I lost my composure..."
The White House Chief of Staff shook her head: "Sir, this is our responsibility, to help you manage this country. You are the Federal President, you must believe in the authority in your hands. Even if they are Gods, how many nuclear bombs can They withstand!"
Hearing the Secretary-General's words, the President subconsciously looked at the briefcase. The moment he saw the briefcase, his anxious emotions immediately calmed down.
Yes, how many nuclear bombs could a God withstand?
(end of chapter)
