"In the eight states suffering, 5 million people need emergency evacuation, thousands of people are affected... and hundreds of insurance companies have died, which is great!"

The president whistled: "You might as well let me resign directly."

This is no longer a mess, but a death.

"Mr. President!"

A think tank next to him pushed his glasses: "There is also good news. The Roger family, the Duruk family, and several major consortiums agreed to mobilize forces and manpower to rescue the disaster, and add a batch of gold coins..."

The government power of the Golden Eagle Federation is actually very weak. Even the issuance rights of the Golden Yuan are in the hands of a group of top chaebol alliances.

It can be said that if they did not nod, the president would not be able to provide much relief efforts.

"This is the only good news..."

The president lay in the chair: "What bad news is there? Let's talk about it together!"

"Mr. President!"

A burly black man in a suit walked in: "The mastermind behind this disaster... I want to give you a detailed report."

"I don't want to listen anymore!"

The president rubbed his eyebrows and barely recovered, but said, "...Okay... tell me, are those two damn monsters dead?"

"I'm afraid not..."

The black man shrugged helplessly, folded his hands and placed them on his lower abdomen: "However, I have tried my best to collect the remaining demon weapon plan scientists and prepare to formulate weapons recycling measures. As for that 'thunder'..."

He looked solemn and placed a piece of information in front of the president: "According to the latest information, the leader of the Dragon Group of China, the legendary fourth-level supernatural Thor, has rarely appeared recently, or, according to the inside information obtained by our spies, he mysteriously disappeared..."

"All of the fourth order, and they are all Central Chinese, and their names are very similar..."

The president thought: "What do you want to say? All this is a conspiracy of China? Then launch World War II? Wow... It's such a genius idea! Those arms suppliers will thank you for your death!"

"It's just a guess at the moment, but undoubtedly, the sudden appearance of the thunder on our federal land is even more dangerous and uncontrollable!"

The black man said solemnly: "I suggest setting up a special countermeasure response office, collecting all information about him, establishing a psychological model, activity model, and conducting 24-hour monitoring throughout the day..."

"Don't say that these are useless, I just want to ask, can I arrest or kill him?"

The president asked slightly expectantly.

"This is probably difficult, sir!"

The black man answered expressionlessly.

"Shit!"
Chapter completed!