port no other

The bullet exploded in the pistol, and the metal and plastic shell could not stop it, but because the explosion was spread, the fragments were very

Fly out with great force.

Only a thin layer of shirt and suit can't stop the metal fragments that shattered with the explosion.

"Ahem..." His abdomen twitched, Valentine caught the blood gushing out of his mouth with one hand, and slowly reached his waist with the other hand.

The moment Katsch's voice fell, the Colt pistol on his waist exploded.

The president didn't bow his head, he was staring at the terrorist in front of him every move, labeling him a big danger.

If he looked away for a moment, he might die.

As the president of the United States, he has seen too many assassinations and terrorist attacks.

The young man stepped forward step by step and approached the president.

Valentine stared at the man with an unhappy expression, for fear of missing any of his small movements.

The burning and stinging pain from the right waist made Valentine's mind clearer. You don't need to look to know that the wound is definitely huge. It seems that it has penetrated the surface of the skin and hurt the internal organs. It feels like the inside of the body has been poured into it. outside air.

...But there is still something strange.

Why did the bodyguard, who only heard the explosion outside the window, didn't respond when he heard the loud noise from the presidential room... And even if the bodyguard was stabilized because of what he said just now.

So why is there no movement downstairs at all?

Explosions inside and outside the Oval Office, whether it's a surprise drill or a terrorist attack...it's impossible not to hear a little noise from the whole building.

While watching Katschi's movements, Valentine expanded his field of vision, and besides the characters, the surroundings also became clear, and he also saw the scenery outside the window clearly.

"You boy, from the very beginning..."

The president's pupils trembled slightly, and the suppressed panic reappeared on his face.

The cloud outside the window has not moved at all from the beginning to the present!

"Sure enough, you are very smart, Mr. President."

Otherwise, Diego would not have been defeated.

"Thank you for the compliment." The blood inside the wound surged up, and every time Valentine said a word, he felt thick blood spreading in his throat, driving the upwelling of stomach acid and making him nauseous.

With this injury, he will not be able to fight in a short period of time, and his eyes have begun to turn black. Is it because he has lost too much blood or is he fatally injured?

Now this body is useless, can I only use that trick...

Mr. President glanced at the blood-stained palm, and calmly began to tilt his palm, intending to drip the blood on the carpet.

The condition for launching D4C is to have a [clamp] action, not only between the door and the wall, but also between the raindrops and the ground that satisfy the [clamp] action, D4C can be activated instantaneously.

When Valentine activates his ability on himself, he can give D4C to Valentine in other worlds, including his own memory, making him a new Valentine in this world.

As long as he doesn't die on the spot, Valentine can pull out a self from the parallel world to replace him, in other words, infinite resurrection.

however……

Blood dripped onto the ground, but D4C didn't activate.

"You thought you activated your ability, but you didn't." The blond man finally approached Mr. President unhurriedly. He stretched out his hand to tug on his collar, and put another hand on his left eye, "Do you think the cloud outside the window is not Move, in fact, he has been moving."

The distance between the two shortened to three steps, and Katschi looked at the flustered Valentine, and continued: "The scene outside has not changed, but you have been fooled."

"Illusion, Your Excellency the President should have heard of it." A smear of indigo flame climbed up the walls around the office, and then expanded to the ground.

Valentine, who couldn't move, seemed to be frozen. The ceiling and everything around him, including the windows, sofa and coffee table, were all engulfed in flames.

It was clearly a burning flame, but the hairs on his exposed skin stood up, and he felt bursts of coldness and uncontrollable panic.

He watched helplessly as the flames grasped his feet like hell's life-threatening ghosts, and attached them inch by inch.

"What exactly do you want..." The President of the United States pulled out the key words from the brain that was about to be occupied by unknown fears.

At the beginning, Katsch proposed to make a deal, and this kid should be the one who asks for it!

"Don't think about anything else. Everything in this room is under my illusion. I let you hear the bodyguard's voice just now. It's an illusion. And the me in front of you may also be just an illusion. Stop making unnecessary struggles."

Snapped.

The blond man snapped his fingers, and the indigo flame with his tongue sticking out quickly climbed up and engulfed Valentine's body. The president could only widen his eyes and helplessly watch how the flame covered his whole body.

Sunlight, table, coffee.

Familiar with the room and arrangement, the aroma of coffee beans slowly spread into the brain through the nasal cavity. The President, who was taking a nap, twitched and opened his eyes suddenly.

The scene in front of him was really peaceful. The terrified President took a deep breath and circled around the room without seeing the illusion boy.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, it was his usual lunch break.

...Dream?

"No." The nightmarish figure appeared on the opposite sofa, and the blond man held up a cup of coffee wantonly, "The illusion of illusion, it is more appropriate to use [dream within a dream] to describe it."

Valentine's breathing became short of breath, and he felt pain in his side again.

Noticing Valentine's scrutiny, Katschi said, "Don't worry, I've already repaired the blown internal organs for you with illusion. It's no problem at all, after all, I already have experience."

The demonstration explosion is an illusion, the bodyguard's question is an illusion, but the explosion of the bullet in the pistol is real?

"Compared to yourself, Mr. President, you should be more concerned about the personal safety of tens of thousands...or even more American citizens."

If what Katsch said is true...

A gun ban will never pass in the United States, not even a president with a 91% approval rating.

But even if the joint manufacturer uses the quality problem as an excuse to recycle, how many guns can be recycled... The life-threatening situation of American citizens is still not resolved.

Of course, the premise of all this is-

"...What you said is correct." The president showed weakness like a compromise, "You need my ability, you can't kill me."

"The president died from a terrorist attack, and was assassinated by an unknown person... There must be a lot of news and history of this kind." Holding a white porcelain cup, he took a sip of coffee.

Katschi coughed quickly, "It's so hot...it's obviously American coffee, why is it so bitter..."

The blond man's face turned slightly red from choking, and the lungs that sucked in a large amount of air caused his chest to heave.

The micro-movements of the human body and the stagnation of the trachea cannot be faked.

Valentine suddenly lowered his eyes.

He thought, he understood the origin of this illusion.

Katsch didn't care about the clouds outside from the office. Only Valentine, who stayed in the same office every day, looked at the clouds outside the window every day in his spare time, so that he could engrave the shapes of a few clouds into his mind.

The lunch break room, which is exactly the same as his real home, is not something Katsch can reproduce.

Coffee is an American taste, and foreigners who are not good at ordinary coffee are of course not used to drinking American coffee.

All of these benchmarks are in your own mind.

If you want to break the illusion, you must start by correcting your own thoughts.

That kid needs his abilities, and there is absolutely no need to threaten him again after he is dismounted.

Valentine, who was immersed in his heart, closed his eyes, cast aside all distracting thoughts, and began to look for a way to break the illusion.

And Katsch also observed the president with great interest, to see what step the high-ranking bureaucrat could do.

The surrounding scene changed, starting to distort from the contours and lines, and finally the whole surface began to blur, and then gradually became clear, returning to the original office appearance.

popping.

Katsch applauded Mr. President twice.

The president, who had pulled back a round, stared at the other party with sharp eyes, but froze when he glanced at the window inadvertently.

There is still that bullet hole on the bulletproof window.

Isn't the bullet thrown during the demonstration an illusion?

Or is he still in the illusion?

"Then, Mr. President, I wish us a happy cooperation." Distant noises could be heard, and the blond man disappeared when someone from outside the room pushed the door in.

A bodyguard in a tall suit pushed the door in, "Mr. Valentine! There was a loud noise just now, are you okay?"

That's the normal reaction.

But... [beep]?

Is it just a loud bang of a demonstration bullet exploding?

Valentine looked at the window, and the 5.56mm hole was connected to the broken glass, which was like a spider web, clawing and clawing at the window.

The president's sluggish appearance was reflected in the black sunglasses of the bodyguards. Several bodyguards who were worried about the safety of the president (rice) (bowl) immediately stepped forward, and then one of them exclaimed: "Mr. Valentine...your waist... "

The magazine of the gun exploded, and the shirt smelled of being burned. What was more serious was his flesh, which was already bloody and bloody, and even stuck together with the fabric and metal pieces that were blown away.

Not a fatal injury, it looks like only one bullet in the magazine exploded, and the scale is much smaller than that of the kid's demonstration.

As the owner of the wound, Valentine knew clearly: this is a real wound.

and so……

What the bodyguards heard was the explosion of bullets outside the window?

Or the explosion of his Colt bullets?

Valentine calmly raised his hand and stopped the bodyguards from approaching, "The gun went off, the nearest gun factory needs to investigate carefully."

But Mr. President's heart is not as calm as the surface.

No matter which sound it was, the time it took for the bodyguard to hear the loud noise before entering the door must have been very short, not even a second.

He had been chatting with that kid for so long, but in reality, only a little time had passed?

The lives of people with guns across the United States and...

Valentine glanced at his wound and asked his secretary to bring in a personal doctor for him.

By the way, let's do a full-body examination, after all, the power he [saw] in the illusion...but it almost blew up all the organs in his abdomen.

On the same day, the New York newspaper Washington newspaper...

[Is it safe to use a gun?President Valentine personally admitted that the test gun went off and sent himself to the hospital. 】