Chapter 112： Jun Lin Washington

Chapter 112, Prince of Washington

United States Washington.

Because of the fact that the hero Kyle was born in the city (New York), the people in the parade did not have the horror of filling the entire city.

Close to the downtown area, it is still full of crowded and noisy, especially the White House Square, which is about to be publicly announced by the US imperial high-level. In addition to the defense line of the high platform, the inner three circles are ahead of time by a lot of media, three circles and more. At first glance, I can't see the end of the crowd.

Among the onlookers, the boy of about seven years old held the outer mold of Kyle in his hand, and firmly held the hem of the uncle on the side. He asked uncomfortably, "Dad, is the hero of Kyle really sacrificed?" ”

"How is it possible." The uncle smiled and slammed the boy's short hair, confidently and firmly said: "Mr. Kyle, he will not die!"

The crowds around the crowd also smiled and said:

"That is, how can a war hero die?"

"He is a superhero, suppressing the chaos of war, the gods in our hearts."

"Maybe like the captain, just fell asleep somewhere, and will wake back when you wake up."

They said to Kyle, his face was full of smiles, with confidence and pride, and even the light of hope.

The media on the side continued to take pictures and videos, recording this rare scene, or the first time, some people's prestige is enough to replace the gods, no black spots are revered by the people.

"I'm coming!"

Under the reminder from the square, all the people and media who parade around the scene immediately brushed their eyes on the White House speech platform.

It can be seen that the new president of the middle-aged Chinese character face is ahead. The parliamentary politicians with a suit and suits and the generals wearing the official uniforms walked out of the door of the office building under the cover of armed soldiers, and they all boarded a slightly wider Speech high platform.

Dozens of politicians and generals have stopped in the second half of the high platform, and their faces are solemn and solemn, so that the onlookers are subconsciously quiet.

The new president wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked to the microphone to stop. The people and the media outside the police defense line said in a constant tone of politicians: "Mr. ladies and gentlemen, everyone is good at noon. !"

However, his words were quickly interrupted by the people below. "His President, please omit the preface of the guest. We are here, only for one account and the truth - why has Kyle returned yet?"

The new president quickly dismissed himself and held the microphone in his hand. He said, "Mr. Kyle, he..."

He is prepared to succinctly say the covert words of the high-level discussion of the genius, but he just started to preach and stopped.

The new president looked down at the bottom, and the countless pairs of eyes with hope and expectation, with his excellent speech, could not speak for a while.

Just as the president was in a dilemma, the noise of the spiral humming suddenly came from the high altitude not far away. The people looked up and saw the new plane with a bamboo raft wing, and slowly went to the White House Square. The high platform is close to flying.

The armed soldiers and guards thought they were attacked by terrorists and were preparing to rush to the high-rise to cover the retreat of the high-level personnel. When they saw the high-profile figure at the helicopter door, they suddenly stopped moving.

In other words, all the people below are stunned and stopped, holding their breath, and staring at the youth in the battle shirt standing on the door.

"It is General Kyle..."

I don't know who took the lead and shouted, and then, in the still quiet Washington Square, suddenly heated up!

"Our war hero, return!"

The people raised their arms, the wet arms of the eyes cheered, and the loud waves spread rapidly, and soon the entire city of Washington was filled with the joy of the return of heroes.

At this time, the most embarrassing thing was the high-profile high-level people on the high platform. They could only look at the helicopter that was getting closer and closer with a bitter smile and applause.

The helicopter was suspended at an altitude of 20 meters near the high platform and suspended in the air.

Kyle beheaded, and then jumped down to the bottom, a little slow gliding in the middle, and finally fell lightly in the middle of the speech platform.

He was wearing a night war suit, carrying a signature one-handed sword, standing tall and cold on the high platform. Under the blessing of the superhero aura, he immediately became the most dazzling protagonist on the spot, and the high-ranking politicians and generals were lower. One end.

The thousands of people below are still applauding and applauding.

"Major Major Kyle, you are finally back..."

The president turned around and asked for a friendly look. Who knows that Kyle didn't look at him and walked to the place where the members and the generals were.

In the face of the closeness of this **** of killing, the generals who experienced various battles have changed their faces, let alone those members who are sitting in the greenhouse, their faces are pale.

Among them, Ivan, who is standing behind, and a few other members, hold hands tightly, and resist the urge to fall to the ground.

"Kyle." Admiral Chester sighed and walked forward.

"General Chester, not as you wish, I am still back." Kyle stopped and said coldly.

"Kyle. No matter what you have experienced, it is my fault, don't hurt other people..." General Chester had not finished talking, and was quickly interrupted by Kyle. "No, you. That's right."

Kyle sneered and said: "You are just confused."

General Chester was dumb, and there was no rebuttal, and his hair was white like a sly old man.

The helicopter remained suspended in the low air, the rope was dropped from the cabin, and Frey slid down to the high platform.

Howard knew that Kyle had returned and was the first to inform Fury, and then he came to the White House Square in Washington.

To do so, of course, is purposeful.

"Fry, what do you find?" Kyle waved his hand to Fury behind him, scanning the former members of the House of Representatives. The House of Representatives was chilling and wondered what the war hero had just wanted to do when he returned.

"That, that, oh, there is that." Fury stepped forward, looking sharply, pointing out three members, including Ivan.

The three members who were named were trembled, and the remaining members and generals were unclear. They could still be subconsciously away from the three and retreat to a safe distance.

"Oh." Kyle nodded indifferently and stepped forward to the three members.

"Mr. Kyle, what do you want to do? Don't come over!" The Ivan eyelids flashed a flustered voice and asked: "This is the White House Square, the parliamentarians and generals representing the country, and the masses and the media. Under the eyes, pay attention to your measured behavior!"

Kyle sneered, and rushed to the front of Ivan, and the surrounding armed soldiers had not reacted. His right hand had been slammed into the lower abdomen of the other.

‘Hey! ’

With Ivan's ordinary human body, he smashed the punch of this ton of impact. The whole person was like a ball, and then flew out five or six meters and squatted on the white wall of the office building.

His body was completely ruined. Half of his body fell into the wall, his eyes widened, and he couldn't understand if he died. He would be this simple and rude death.

I have carefully planned so many things, and finally I have to resist in the future... Let’s take a look at it, and the other person is trampled to death like a sly.

(End of this chapter)