Shenhao: I am the villain, understand?Villains!

For them, if Barton is alive, it is not big news, only dead.

As for the follow-up impact on this country, they don't care about it. They only know that as long as they dig out the big news as soon as possible, then the knife will be very happy!

Finally, at four o'clock in the morning, there were bursts of noise from the central area of ​​the White House.

The vultures also moved after hearing the sound.

At first, they moved their steps gently, lest others would notice.

But until the first person started running, everyone tried their best.

But when they ran to the door again, they realized that the cordon that had been loosened for them before stopped them again.

Looking left and right, they, who were competitors a minute ago, formed an alliance tacitly once again, repeating their previous words, but this time, it has no effect on the people in the security department in front of them.

They could only squeeze and force their way in, but as soon as they made a move, they were confronted with gunshots that made people stand on end.

"We're journalists, you can't do that."

"We are taxpayers, you can't point a gun at me."

Although the tone was still very blunt, they still stepped back outside the cordon wisely.

Those who blocked the reporters were not soldiers, but members of the security services, all dressed in black.

They have greater rights than the army, for example, to kill first and fight later.

This is also the authority that these reporters are afraid of. If they really implement the right to cut first and play later, then they can just charge themselves with a crime.

Even if the follow-up investigation felt that their charges were biased, they would not be given any substantive punishment.

At most, it is to give verbal criticism, and then let him go back to confinement on the surface, but in fact it is a paid vacation, so happy.

But he is dead, no one is willing to form a relationship with the Bald Eagle's security department for such a small person as himself.

The reporters are well aware of this method, and they dare not make fun of their own lives. Big news is very tempting, but the premise is that they have the life to enjoy it.

In the security department in front of him, the leader was a strong white man. When he saw that the reporters had retreated outside the cordon, he put down his gun and apologized:

"ladies and gentlemen."

"First of all, I want to apologize for my rudeness, but there is no way, the instructions I received are not to allow anyone to pass."

"If you need to go in, you need to apply to our minister, otherwise I have no right to let you in."

"Please don't make it difficult for me."

"What about your ministers?"

"He's in there."

reporter:……

So what are you talking about here?

There was no other way, and the group could only wait outside. The meaning of the security department was already obvious, that is, they were not allowed to enter.

Although it is not explicitly said that it is not allowed, the pass required to enter requires finding Ainorden, and Ainorden is inside...

But they were not idle either, each took out his mobile phone and called his boss.

I can't contact Ainorden myself, but they can, as long as they get permission, right?

Phone permission, and permission too!

At this time, Ainorden was heading to the place where the uproar was, and while walking quickly, he asked:

"Reporters outside the door, have you intercepted it?"

"Yes, sir, Max has intercepted them all, but they are all on the phone now, and someone should find you soon, sir."

"Ah."

Hearing this, Ainorden nodded, this is the effect he wanted.

It is impossible for him to completely cut off the generation of public opinion, but he can use his power in a disguised form to control and guide public opinion.

If you want to come in and get the big news as soon as possible, of course you can!But you need to find me and get my permission before you can come in.

And since you came in through me, everyone knows what to say and what not to say.

I have provided convenience for you, so don't make trouble for me.

This is the signal that Ainorden sends to the outside world, and it is also one of the unspoken rules.

On the bright side, the media exposes the darkness, but in fact, in more cases, the media is just a sharp knife in the hands of high-ranking people in the military, political and even business circles, nothing more!

Of course you can break the unspoken rules, but the premise is that you have the strength to ignore the unspoken rules, otherwise Ainorden will not be the first to die, the one who violates the unspoken rules will be!

Thinking of this, Ainorden handed his mobile phone to his adjutant.

"Just wait outside here."

"After a while, many people will call me. You should know who can be let in and who can't."

"Yes, sir!"

After the adjutant took the phone, he stood still at the same spot, while Ainorden continued to walk inward.

It took about dozens of steps, from one ruin to another, and there were aftershocks from time to time, but none of them affected Ainorden's pace.

"Sir."

Suddenly, there was an extra security circle in front of him. When Ainuo boarded the front and back, the security circle loosened a hole, and the men in black on the left and right shouted.

Ignoring it, Ainorden continued to walk inside solemnly. He still doesn't know what's going on inside, but for some reason, an ominous premonition has filled his heart.

After walking in, another person greeted him. It was the captain of the fire brigade from before. His face had a strange complexion, like earthy yellow or scorched brown. In short, he didn't look good.

He pulled the corner of his mouth far-fetchedly, revealing a piercing smile that is worse than not smiling, and said respectfully:

"Sir."

Ainorden glanced at it with disgust, waved his hand, and got straight to the point:

"How's the situation?"

He froze for a moment, his feet trembling slightly, and moved away his body blocking the way forward:

"Sir, you'd better take a look with your own eyes, it's just ahead..."

"Fuck!"

Seeing this, the ominous premonition in Aynorden's heart became more and more obvious, he uttered a curse, and walked slowly past the fire chief.

But after taking a step forward, a bloody smell like rust suddenly filled the air, lingering in front of Ainorden's nose, and it lingered for a long time.

More than ten years ago, he led the Iraq war led by bald eagles. He is very familiar with this bloody smell!

Swallowing, Aynorden climbed up the ruins.

Finally... the object emitting the smell of blood also entered his eyes.

It was a piece of debris, to be precise, it was crushed into paper-like minced meat. Not far from the minced meat, there was a crane hanging a beam.

There were still patches of blood on the beam, obviously, this was the culprit of the bloodstain.

Suppressing his nausea, Ainorden took a few steps forward.

"vomit……"

There is also an inexplicable disgusting smell in that bloody smell, which goes straight to his Tianling Cap, very high above.

He had participated in many wars in his life, but this was the first time he had seen such a disgusting death.

If he didn't need to personally identify the deceased, he would definitely not want to go forward.

Taking a breath, he took out a silk scarf from his left chest pocket, and covered his nose.

Squatting down slowly, he groped in the minced meat mixed with clothes. After groping for a while, he finally found a paper scrap in the minced meat.

Without much thought, Ainorden took it out directly.

Looking intently, although the paper debris was covered with red blood and minced meat, Ainorden could still see it at a glance.

The texture of the paper on it is the same as the military officer's card carried by the soldiers, and at the same time, the guards in the White House use the same type.

Coupled with what the guards had heard outside, Ainorden temporarily threw the debris aside, stretched out his hand again, and rummaged through the minced meat.

After turning out all the paper scraps inside, Arnolden moved them aside and lowered his head to piece them together.

Finally, looking horizontally and vertically, I finally saw a name in the blood stains.

"Edward..."

Ainuoden stood up, turned his head and glanced at Minced Meat, and probably knew the general situation in his heart.

Grinding his teeth in thought, Ainorden turned around and was about to go out. He could no longer accept the smell inside, and he didn't want to stay for a moment longer.

And just as he stepped out, several people walked in, with a video camera hanging around their necks, passing him by.

Neither side paid any attention to the other.

Then, there was a burst of retching.

"Ha ha."

Hearing the sound of retching, Ainuoden sneered, and then walked forward.