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America.

White Palace.

Almost all the top executives of the United States gathered here. They sat in front of a round table and watched the surveillance video projected from the satellite above their heads.

After seeing the video of more than two dozen soldiers and policemen being swallowed by a giant beast, these people were all furious.

"Shet! This Chinese boy killed everyone in our Falcon Corps!"

"I suggest you kill five more people immediately and kill him no matter what!"

"Arrange a group of fighter jets to immediately surround the airport and carry out indiscriminate bombing. The death of those Chinese people will not be spared. That kid will pay a heavy price for his reckless behavior!"

"Mr. President, give the order quickly, we must not accept such a huge loss!"

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The senior executives were blowing their beards and staring, with veins popping out in their necks. They wanted to cut Lin Jichen into pieces immediately.

The man sitting in the middle was also extremely angry. He decisively picked up the phone and dialed the Pentagon, ready to issue orders.

Boom!Long!

Just as the call was dialed, the whole building suddenly shook.

"It's broken, earthquake!"

"Hide quickly, hide under the table!"

"Waterfa! When will there be an earthquake in Washington?"

"Where are the bodyguards? Come and protect us!"

"What does the Earthquake Bureau do? It can't predict such a violent earthquake!"

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A group of senior American officials thought it was an earthquake and hurriedly found a place to hide.

But the strange thing is that this 'earthquake' only lasted for more than ten seconds and then stopped, and everything became quiet.

"Is it over? Did the earthquake go away as quickly as it came?" The Minister of Defense was the first to react. He carefully poked his head out from under the table, and saw a scene that shocked him.

I saw that the entire white palace was penetrated by something unknown and split into two!

A huge crack was cut from the middle with precision like a scalpel, and all the walls were neatly aligned, as if they had been swept by a laser. There was no sense of disobedience, as if this was how the palace looked from beginning to end.

A large amount of cold air blew in from the gaps, which also woke up other people in the palace. Everyone poked their heads in and then froze together, as if they had been cast a restraining spell.

"This... what's the situation?"

Mr. President got out from under the table, his face was pale. His feet were on the edge of the gap. If he was not careful, he would fall from the third floor.

He had just felt something swipe past him just now, and now that he thought about it, his back felt cold.

If he had moved even half a step just now, he might have been split into two like this palace...

"Look! Someone!"

The Minister of Finance's sharp eyes noticed the figure suspended above the white palace.

Everyone looked up and saw that the Chinese boy who had just killed the Falcons at the New York Airport in the satellite video had appeared in Washington at some unknown time.

He held a sword in his hand, his eyes sharp and contemptuous, and he looked down at everyone in the palace.

"Quick...be on guard...protect the president!" The guards in the palace also reacted, raising their guns and shooting on the head.

Lin Jichen treated them like ants, casually killing them, and dozens of guards were instantly decapitated.

In desperation, Mr. President pressed the emergency call device in his pocket.

In an instant, hundreds of people flew in from all directions outside the palace. They all came from the studio of game masters in the army, inherited the abilities in the game, and were also loyal believers in the United States.

When the world learned that monsters come from games, countries all had different opinions. Some said that if they uninstalled the game, there would be no monster invasion. But the result is that even if you don't play Bahuang, monsters still exist.

Later, various countries learned the lesson and began to encourage players to work hard to improve themselves in the game, and officials from various countries also joined in.

The United States is second only to China in its focus on gaming. They have also arranged for many soldiers and police to participate in the game, especially those with high gaming talents, and they focus on cultivating them.

For many game masters, they also vigorously recruit them in order to catch up with China and lead the world.

This team of several hundred people is one of them.

The leader is named Jones, who ranks among the top ten players in the Western Continent.

He is a retired navy captain with good gaming talent. He is recognized as one of the top three Paladins in the United States.

The knight is equivalent to the physical training profession in the Bahuang Continent. It can resist and fight. It is a profession that many Western players love very much.

Knight levels are also divided into nine levels, corresponding to different strengths. Jones is at the Templar level in the game, which is equivalent to the level of Eastern gods.

Jones led the team to arrive. He had long blond hair, handsome appearance, muscular muscles, and a layer of white light lingering around his body.

He held an American shield in one hand and a long sword in the other, as if a holy envoy had arrived, full of majesty.

"Dave, you lead a team of warriors to surround him. Jessica asks your team of mages to control him. The priests pay attention to protection. The thieves sneak into the interference. The knight team, don't worry. I'll go up first! Act immediately!"

Jones gave the battle plan very quickly and commanded it well. His men also had a tacit understanding and quickly formed an encirclement, each performing their duties.

Although this is reality, Jones still gained Paladin-level strength during the fusion, which is equivalent to the Nascent Soul realm.

The strength of the team is not weak either. Even when facing monsters in the early stages of becoming gods, Jones is confident that he can fight!

Therefore, he was very decisive and immediately rushed forward towards Lin Jichen. He leaped high into the sky, the magic power in his body surged, and he burst out at an astonishing speed.

Jones was like a cannonball that suddenly hit Lin Jichen in the sky. Even a monster in the Nascent Soul Realm would suffer a fatal blow from him.

Lin Jichen originally wanted to kill them instantly with one sword, but when he saw these Western ability users, he couldn't help but want to test their true abilities.

At the New York Airport, although he killed the Holy French Legion, he only used two swords and felt nothing.

At this time, Lin Jichen decided to find out the details first and see what the level of ability users in the West was like, so that he could compare it with his own in China.

So when he saw Jones flying towards him, Lin Jichen did not intercept him head-on. Instead, he dodged and hid.

When Jones saw this, he thought that Lin Jichen was afraid of him, so he became more ferocious and fierce. He slashed with his long sword, and a cross sword energy shot out of the air.

Lin Jichen put away [-]% of his strength and responded with a sword. The two sword energies collided in the air, and they were both offset.

Jones was knocked back several feet, but Lin Jichen remained motionless.

Not believing in evil, he continued to fight with Lin Jichen, but after a few rounds, not only did he not get any advantage, but he also suffered a lot of losses.

Seeing this, Jones ignored martial ethics and waved his hand, and the brothers rushed forward.

"It's boring, isn't it Chen Haonan from the United States?"

Lin Jichen fought with these people again, but the result was a bit boring. The level of these Western players was far inferior to the Chinese players.

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