Zuo Qingcang said coldly, "Kal, after engulfing your projection, I've also transmitted the information of how you control the strong mutual forces into my brain. It won't be long before I gain new abilities.
"You guys are just adding some snacks to me by projecting me directly.
"Hehehehe, let's wait and see who is the snack."
...
"New York has been razed to the ground. Are you kidding?"
"What was that white light just now? Investigate it immediately."
"We've completely lost contact with Times Square. Tell me what exactly happened in half an hour."
The world-shaking explosion in New York had not only vaporized the entire city, but it had also caused terrifying atmospheric pollution and the deterioration of the ocean's environment. The magnetic field in the entire northern hemisphere had sunk into a storm, and all communication channels had lost their signal for a whole thirty minutes.
The Pentagon was extremely busy. The Secretary of Defense was like an enraged gorilla, slamming the table crazily and scolding everyone who came to see him.
Just then, a rumbling sound rang out, and Clark smashed through the ten-meter-thick cement, soil, and steel bars behind the Secretary of Defense, appearing before everyone's eyes.
"You... What do you want to do?" The Deputy Secretary of Defense looked at Clark, who had turned into green clothes, and asked in astonishment.
Clark said directly, "From today onward, this country will be ruled by me. I'm the only will of this country."
"Are you crazy? You're going against history. You won't succeed. No one will support you. "
"I don't need your support. I only need you to be as obedient as sheep."
If it could be said that Clark had retained a hint of humanity in his heart previously and had only looked down on humans with a condescending attitude, then after engulfing Kal's projection, his surging powers had caused him to expand endlessly. Zuo Qingcang's low mutterings were like the whispers of a demon.
Regardless of whether it was the so-called society or the so-called country, they were all so insignificant and not worth mentioning before him.
Looking at the Secretary of Defense, whose face was still flushed red and who kept on shouting, Clark understood that the other party thought that he would not kill him easily.
However, so what if he was a high ranking government official? So what if he was the Secretary of Defense? Those who stood in his way would definitely be crushed.
His right hand left an afterimage, and the head of the Minister of Defense disappeared. Blood gushed out from the wound on his neck like a fountain.
Clark turned to look at the dumbfounded crowd and said coldly, "I'll say it again. From now on, the United States is under my control."
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Chaotic gunshots rang out continuously, mixed with screams, exclamations, and cries of despair.
With a loud rumble, the entire roof of the Pentagon was torn apart. It was as if a sardine was being pulled open. Clark stood in the void with his arms crossed.
"Those who kneel don't have to die." After saying that, red high-energy rays shot out from his eyes and swept across, turning countless people into ashes. He did not give these people a chance to react at all.
In just five minutes, whether they were sincere or not, at least the entire Pentagon had surrendered.
Half an hour later, Clark's declaration was broadcast on television, radio, and the Internet.
However, it was impossible to rule the United States with such a simple action.
Very soon, Clark, who was sitting in the Pentagon, received waves of news.
An adjutant stood before him and reported anxiously, "Sir, our people have taken control of the White House, and the entire Washington is under surveillance.
"However, two hours ago, 32 states refused to recognize our legal status, and three states declared their independence. The Pacific and Atlantic Fleets rejected our transfer orders. There's a lot of pressure from the outside world, and they've pushed the blame for the disastrous accident in New York onto us."
"Oh." Clark did not seem to care about this, or at least that was what it seemed to be. Countless messages seethed in his mind. It was Zuo Qingcang's call to complete the construction of the space-time transmission gate as quickly as possible at all costs.
Clark said, "Gather all our forces and build the space-time transmission gate on the ruins of New York … No … Build the space-time transmission gate directly here."
"What?" Hearing that Clark was ignoring the people's riots, the military's mutiny, and the backlash from public opinion, and still wanted to build the space-time transmission gate that had caused the great explosion in New York, the adjutant could not help but say, "Sir, the current situation in the country is chaotic. To insist on building it under such circumstances …"
A red light flashed, and the adjutant was vaporized.
Clark looked at the other adjutant next to him and asked directly, "How about you go and do it?"
The adjutant immediately gave a military salute and said anxiously, "No problem, Sir."
"As for the state governments that are against it, show me the map."
At three o 'clock in the afternoon, Clark single-handedly defeated three opposing forces within 25 minutes. Over 2,000 people in the upper echelons of the state governments were wiped out, and the police stations and military camps were turned into slaughterhouses. He even created a huge canyon that was over 200 meters deep and over three kilometers long.
"It's too troublesome to rush back and forth." Clark returned to the Pentagon without a single speck of dust. He frowned and said, "Bring me ten nuclear bombs."
"What?" The adjutant next to him thought that he had heard wrongly. Clark had said ten nuclear bombs, not ten basketballs. Therefore, his head was twisted off by Clark and thrown out of the atmosphere.
"I want ten nuclear bombs. You have one hour."
Half an hour later, in the square outside the Pentagon, dozens of Secret Service personnel looked at Clark in front of them with cold sweat on their faces. They saw him carry the intercontinental missile, which was more than 20 meters long and weighed more than 200 tons, easily on his shoulder and weighed it as if it was a toy.
"It's too light." Clark looked toward the southwest and said, "That's where Kansas is, right?"
"Yes." The assistant wiped off the sweat on his forehead, seeming to already know what Clark was going to do.
"Set it to detonate in one minute." Clark threw the intercontinental ballistic missile with both hands. Accompanied by strong gales, the several tens of secret service personnel in the surroundings were all sent flying. They either crashed into rocks or the walls. It was unknown if they were still alive.
The intercontinental ballistic missile in Clark's hands had completely disappeared. Under the effects of the strong mutual force field, the missile's speed was hard to detect even by the radar. The entire steel structure had already become distorted and deformed halfway through its journey.
Clark clapped his hands and casually grabbed another intercontinental ballistic missile next to him with his force field.
Half an hour later, there was an endless stream of calls to the Pentagon. When Clark asked for the specific coordinates of San Francisco, the local rebels were immediately arrested by his subordinates. Banners welcoming President Clark's visit and guidance were hung all over the government hall.
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