Chapter 1826 An Unexpected Scene

To be honest, President Nishita's emotions at this time are indeed genuine. Since he dared to establish himself as a tough and great man, how could he dream of returning to his youth at midnight? He has always been obsessed with his heroic dream. He has considered more than once that if he cannot become a hero who will be remembered in history, then ending his life in a brilliant way, wouldn't it be worth it?

Whether a serious man becomes a tired social animal or an ugly politician, he will have an indelible heroic dream in his heart, right?

The president looked at the fire on the screen, looked at the figure who was immortal in the flames, and wiped away his tears involuntarily.

At this moment, across the distance of light years, he felt that his soul and life had been sublimated to a dimensional level. His vision has seen through the long river of history and seen the history textbooks of future generations.

"In this way, I can at least enter the noble family... No!" The president slapped the table hard: "Isn't that me? I am a substitute?"

"But your flag will never fall. Maybe it can enter the history." Yang Mingzhao said seriously.

"Indeed, you did the right thing... Although I always feel that something is wrong, it is the history after all!" A trace of doubt flashed in the president's eyes, but tears appeared in the corners of his eyes:

"It's perfect, it's really perfect."

"Darling!" Mrs. Melalie said loudly.

"Oh, to be honest, I really don't know what expression to use in the current situation." The president squeezed out a half-smile, half-crying, half-crazy expression, and the focus of his vision began to loosen: "Let's talk about it later, everyone, take a rest."

After leaving this order, the president didn't say anything, just hugged his head and put it on the table, and really fell asleep directly.

In theory, being able to fall asleep when you want to sleep is clearly a stupid talent. Since Mr. Kes Nishita can become the president, he certainly can't be a fool, but the amount of information he received today is too much, and he still seamlessly switched to the downtime state.

There is no way, the development of reality is no longer something he can handle, so he can only go to the world of his own dream to heal himself.

To be honest, this can be regarded as a talent.

Yang Mingzhao personally still envies this ability. He has always felt that if he can think about the mental mechanism of the president in detail, and then find a way to extend and expand it, and build a good connection with the theory of mysticism, maybe he can organize it into a set of systematic illusion attack and defense methods.

Well, as a future leader of a spiritual (cat) cultivation group who pays great attention to self-cultivation, he always feels that he still has an obligation to expand the boundaries of mysticism. The evaluation of the master's "lack of talent" is only half believed.

From this perspective, Yang Mingzhao, the future leader, is also a rebellious person like his junior brothers and sisters.

If he hadn't clearly felt that a certain undisguised hostile spiritual pressure was brewing, he would really want to exchange ideas with the president.

Yang Mingzhao calmly lowered his shoulders, still smiling meticulously at the president's wife who was suppressing her anger.

"Madam, President Nishita has a historic curtain call, which gives us time and space to discuss how to end it later." He nodded.

Yuchang looked at the eldest brother in amazement. He really felt that although the eldest brother's skills were hard to describe, with this seamless switching of shameless strength, who else could be the head of the sect?

The young psychic sighed as he put his hands behind his back, and the handles of the two lightsabers slid to his sleeves, and the psychic energy was slowly injected into the telekinetic flying blade hidden in the coat.

The president's wife stared at Yang Mingzhao, suppressing her malice in her words: "From the moment you entered the presidential palace, I knew that you were not trustworthy, but at least we could cooperate. We had a very pleasant cooperation."

Indeed, if this war had not broken out, even I would have wanted to be a good secretary. Yu Chang said in his heart, and at the same time, he looked at the eldest brother calmly, and found that the latter still had a calm smile. How could he look like a psychic who had been tempered for thousands of years? He was clearly an old bureaucrat who had been tempered for thousands of years.

Come on, the eldest brother is a bit of a waste of talent to be the head of the Spiritual Research Association, he should be the president.

Mrs. Melalee's eyes swept over the captain standing by: "I should say that if it weren't for this war, we could have established a prosperous era. So, can this be considered a trick of the spirit of the universe?"

Yang Mingzhao spoke calmly: "The spirit of the universe cannot capture fate, but history can. But the course of history is ultimately determined by human choices."

The lady's expression had lost all smiles, and the malicious aura almost lowered the temperature of the bridge: "I'm not discussing philosophical issues with you. My husband trusts you so much, and he has never discounted your promotion and rewards. We never thought that you would be so deeply scheming around us."

As she spoke, the bridge security personnel wearing community uniforms were slowly moving.

The members of the presidential palace's special security team in plain clothes certainly noticed this, but they were at a loss for a moment. The amount of information today was so much that even the president's brain circuit couldn't handle it and had to crash, let alone these harmless workers?

This, this is going to be a fight with the "friendly forces"?

Wait, who are their friendly forces? Who is the enemy? Can a big boss who has the final say give everyone a lesson?

Yu Chang glanced at the eldest brother calmly and slowly moved behind him.

Yang Mingzhao said: "Mr. President is a war leader. He has said more than once that his only goal is to lead this war to victory. As his secretary, I can only make follow-up plans in advance. If there had not been such a riot in Eternal City, this plan might never have been launched."

The lady's voice gradually became sharper, and even had a little bit of the effect of the word spirit: "Is his 'death' a prerequisite? I now understand that when the legitimate leader of the community ends his mission, or even ends the mission of the community, the ambitious person behind you will rise, right? What is he going to do to usurp power and establish a dynasty to become emperor?"

Mrs. Melalie's words have a taste of impotence and rage, and they seem particularly lacking in style. Yang Mingzhao spread his hands and did not answer. He knew that no matter how he answered at this time, it would be meaningless.

"I'm very curious. How did you do it? An extra-body? Body simulation? Alchemical substitute? No... If it's these methods, my husband needs to operate it himself. But he's just a mortal."

Yang Mingzhao didn't hide anything: "It's a puppet. This is the psychic method of the Snake Organization. It only needs enough real pheromones to completely simulate all the behaviors of the person involved."

As the deputy secretary-general of the Presidential Office, he certainly has enough time to collect information about President Nishita.

Body shape, facial features, voice, behavior and even health status, of course, there are more metaphysical concepts such as soul state or life state, all within the scope of observation.

This is the reason why it is difficult to prevent thieves at home even if you guard against them day and night.

"Of course, even so, the puppeteer is not the person in charge, so the psychic power required is very high, and the duration is limited. However, it is still the most realistic clone that I know." Yang Mingzhao pondered for a moment, and then added seriously: "Even a terrorist organization like Snake does have something to learn."

Since "Snake" was mentioned, Mrs. Melalee's expression was a little complicated for a while.

After a long while, she said: "Even so, it is impossible to leave no flaws. At least 10 billion people in the universe watched the speech of the stand-in, and sooner or later someone will point out the loopholes."

Yang Mingzhao said: "Madam, you also said that this is not a problem of mysticism, but communication."

Mrs. Melalee was speechless for a while. She stared at the other party and was silent for more than five seconds. Just then, she said in a frustrated voice: "Captain, arrest him."

The captain of the Nedi Yalong stepped in front of Mrs. Melalee and made a gesture. The muzzles of the uniformed security personnel were raised.

Until this time, the special agents in plain clothes had not reacted. Looking at the dangerous actions of the "friendly forces", some of them subconsciously reached for their guns, while others subconsciously raised their hands.

However, before the fight could escalate, the sharp blades tore through the air and rushed towards Mrs. Nishita, the captain, and the security director. After a series of fleeting sounds of breaking through the air, the blades clearly sank into the energy wall formed by the energy field shield, losing their fatal kinetic energy.

The sharpness of the physical structure and the defense of the energy structure collided with each other, rubbing against each other in space to produce a heart-pounding buzzing sound.

This captain in the uniform of the community is of course also a psychic. His true skills cannot be seen for a while, but he must be very good at defense. Look, before Yuchang's telekinetic flying blade, which is faster than a bullet, hits his vital points, his own telekinesis has already activated several single-soldier force field shields.

These single-person energy shields were like activated alchemical weapons, automatically floating and unfolding, forming an impenetrable defense net in front of him, protecting himself and the president's wife.

If this kind of single-soldier force field shield encounters the output of a high-level psychic, it will not last longer than paper, but it is still enough to deal with this kind of telekinetic hidden weapon.

As for the security director of the Waying people, because he was standing far away and was not covered by the shield, he clearly relied on his suddenly swollen body and steel-like skin to get through, but he was indeed stabbed all over and felt pain and anger.

While enduring the pain, he shouted: "Shoot!"

His subordinates woke up from a dream and pulled the trigger one after another. These soldiers who also wore community uniforms were much more elite than most community marines and even the security guards of the Presidential Palace Secret Service. All the bullets they fired were shot at the two brothers of the Spirit Research Association, and not even one shot deviated from the target.

Then, there was a series of crisp collisions and sparks.

Large pieces of telekinetic flying blades spread out beside the two men, forming an equally impenetrable steel shield wall that deflected all the bullets.

Compared to the force field shield, the sound and light effects of this scene were indeed much more gorgeous.

Amid the rhythmic sound of metal collisions, the members of the presidential guard raised their hands before they were even pointed at by guns, and even threw away the weapons on their waists. After all, they were just bodyguards, with only short and weak pistols, and they would definitely not be the opponents of these uniformed groups in a real fight.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

... And then, who would think of carrying a long gun on their own ship? This is clearly the other party's deliberate plan, and it is definitely not the fault of these hardworking presidential guards!

Of course, no matter how heartless President Nishita was, he couldn't sleep at this time, and shouted: "Everyone, everyone, stop fighting, please stop fighting! This is an order, an order!"

Unfortunately, no one paid attention to his reaction. After all, President Keith Nishita has already died for his country, right?

Even his wife ignored her husband, but stepped back two steps, with a lightsaber in her hand, but she didn't unsheathe it.

However, the Arlongian captain and the Waingian security director had already revealed their blue light blades. They were clearly wearing the uniforms of the officers of the Community, but even if they were changed into the uniforms of the Supernatural Administration, it would still be very appropriate.

As if in response, the two Earthlings on the opposite side also revealed the same red light blades.

So, within the bridge of this small He'an, the atmosphere suddenly became psychic.

It must be admitted that although the lightsaber is a psychic weapon with a lot of problems, it is almost the best psychic weapon in terms of portability, versatility and cost-effectiveness.

Again, although this thing is a specialty of the Alliance, there are at least 800 of them flowing into the universe every year. It is not surprising that a lightsaber expert appears in any corner.

No wonder the uncle said that the lightsaber is the AK of the psychic world! Yu Chang thought secretly.

He quickly assessed the situation on the scene. The Presidential Guard was ready to surrender, so of course he could not help much. Then, he and his senior brother would have to deal with the armed security team while facing at least three enemy psychics.

The senior brother actually has three rings of hard power, but he is said to be a pacifist and not good at fighting. As for him, he would have to use telekinetic flying blades to defend against cold guns while dancing with swords to fight against the psychics of the alliance. This is not an easy task.

However, now that things have come to this, can we still retreat? The worst that can happen is to fight to death.

Although Yuchang can't digest the amount of information today, he is no worse than anyone else in terms of fighting spirit.

But at this moment, an alarm sounded in the bridge of the He'an, disrupting the tense confrontation between the two sides.

The first mate hiding in front of the lower operating table of the bridge reported timidly: "Madam, Captain, it's the Community Fleet."

Soon, on the screen, everyone clearly saw the green New Chang'an planet, as well as a Star Port 4-type light cruiser and three Salamander 8-type destroyers that were rushing towards them. They were all old ships that had been in service for nearly a century.

In other words, it was shocking that these antiques full of vicissitudes could still move now.

But even with these antiques, it was quite easy to kill their mere armed merchant ships.

Then, a clear prompt sound came from the communicator.

Of course, the first mate did not dare to hide it, and quickly reported: "It was a communication request from the Minister of the Community Military Command, Marshal Norm Paris."

Everyone in the ship looked at each other.

This time, the security personnel with guns were at a loss. Even the president's wife did not hide her surprise, and the hostile spiritual pressure completely dissipated.

As for Juque, he had retracted his lightsaber and flicked his hands away from his wife. This was a way of showing that he had no hostility, and it could also be considered a show-off.

Yu Chang clearly saw the corner of the eldest brother's mouth curled up. Obviously, the latter had already expected that the Paris fleet would appear at a reasonable time.

He was not prepared to die here at all.

The president's wife shook her head and sighed, and sat back in her chair as if she had admitted defeat.

However, at this moment, President Nishita seemed to have been injected with spirit, and the whole person held his head high and chest out: "Okay, everyone, put down your weapons quickly. At this national crisis, you can't do anything to make your relatives sad and your enemies happy."

He didn't necessarily understand the situation completely, but at least he could feel that the atmosphere on the scene had eased a lot. This of course also meant that his situation was safe.

"Also, first mate, connect the communication. I want to talk to Marshal Paris." He ordered again.

"Darling..." The president's wife didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a while. She now also felt that in a sense, her husband was indeed a talent!

But then, the change in the next scene made her eyes burst. She clearly saw that the captain suddenly took a step and flashed behind President Nishita, and thrust the lightsaber in his hand into President Nishita's heart without hesitation.

This was a scene that was completely unexpected by everyone present.

I took Xiao Miao out to bask in the sun today and forgot to upload it. I just got home, so I'm a little late, please forgive me.