American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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The female reporter interjected, "You mean someone forced you to do this?"

No, no, no

Hector waved his hands back and forth: "No one in the world can force me to kill... well, how should I put it..."

Hector looked up, scratched his head, seemingly struggling with how to explain, and after thinking for a few seconds, asked in return, "Ton."

"Good lady, can you go three days without eating?"

The female reporter didn't understand what he meant and subconsciously shook her head: How can a person go three days without eating?

"That's right"

Sicot clapped his hands and smiled victoriously: "You all need to eat. If you don't eat for three days, your bodies won't be able to take it, and neither will mine."

Everyone was stunned at first, then they were overcome with boundless fear.

Chapter 1057 Arrogance and Lawlessness!

I killed people because I needed to eat!

This is such a cruel fact. Just like humans kill chickens, ducks, fish, geese and other animals, it's all for food. The only difference is that humans are not chickens, ducks or fish.

Now someone has put them together.

The feelings of a chicken when it is slaughtered are exactly the same as those of a human.

Faced with the ugly Hector Hammond, everyone present felt a natural, instinctive fear, like a predator facing its prey.

Even the reporters who were about to break the news put down their cameras, their faces filled with panic.

"I like your fear."

Hector smiled, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes, and then squeezed out, "Don't worry, guys, I'm mainly here for an interview today, I'm not going to eat you."

Everyone gasped and instinctively took a step back.

Hector smiled. "Any other questions?"

At this moment, the viper's gaze fell on the reporter who had been there first. Seeing the wet stains on her skirt, she wrinkled her nose in disgust and shifted her gaze to the others.

"There will be problems, I promise I won't offend anyone."

Sheriff Scott, who was in charge of handling the mummified corpse case, stepped forward. Just as he was about to speak, he was suddenly struck in the abdomen, his body flying outwards, knocking down several people before collapsing on the road, his fate unknown.

Hector 627 withdrew his hand and said expressionlessly.

"I said only journalists have the right to speak, while the police...remained silent."

"..."

This scene is destined to go down in history and become everyone's nightmare.

Faced with the domineering, arrogant, cruel, and cold-blooded Hercate Hammond, what could the weak and incompetent journalists do? It wasn't that they didn't want to resist, but with the examples of the sheriff and the commissioner before them, what was the point of resistance?

The middle-aged reporter cautiously stepped forward and asked in a hoarse voice...

"Mr. Hammond, I just checked your file and found that you used to be an ordinary person. How did you become like this?"

"This is a somewhat complicated issue."

Heikat stroked his chin, thought for a few seconds, then shrugged and said, "I've become stronger since making contact with the aliens."

"alien?"

The reporter's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Who are these aliens, and where did you encounter them?"

Why do you want to be like me?

The words, filled with murderous intent, rang out. The reporter hurriedly shook his head, desperately trying to defend himself: "I didn't say that, I... I was just curious."

Hector smiled and extended his hand, sending the middle-aged reporter flying into the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

"This is punishment; don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." He then looked at the others: "Any other questions?"

The entire place was silent. They had a lot of questions in their minds, but no one dared to take a step forward in the face of the unpredictable Big-Headed Monster.

After a while, seeing that no one spoke, Hector grew increasingly furious and shouted, "You lot!..."

"You've let me down." "A perfectly good launch was ruined by a bunch of cowards." "You've angered me." "You all deserve to die."

An invisible force rushed in, the air twisted and writhed, and the powerful force spread in all directions. The floor could not withstand it and cracked open.

The police and FBI agents present had no time to think and immediately opened fire. The bullets stopped after flying only a few meters, and the air became unusually viscous, like a gel.

Hector raised his hand and pulled the trigger. A mountain of force crashed down upon them, and the crowd, unable to withstand it, collapsed to their knees, even the strong FBI agents. Some screamed in terror.

"Mr. Hammond, didn't you say you wouldn't hurt us?"

Hector paused for a few seconds, shook his head helplessly, and then...

"I don't want to either, but I'm so hungry. Your fears are too tempting."

Hecate licked his lips, and a beam of yellow light burst from his eyes. Those touched by the beam of light immediately lost consciousness, and large yellow particles flew out from their terrified bodies.

Sicot opened his mouth and swallowed the yellow pellet like a whale sucking in water.

This scene was clearly captured by the camera on the shelf, and everyone in front of the television saw this unforgettable moment.

People who lose the yellow granules will rapidly atrophy, their muscles will disappear, their skin will lose its color, become dry and shrunken, and in the blink of an eye they will turn from a normal person (bbfh) into a corpse that has been dried for hundreds of years.

...

Half an hour later, in the White House Central Conference Room in Washington, D.C.

Presidential aide Jensen Rau walked up to the screen and turned off the video, which was described as chilling.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was somber, a stark contrast to the previous hustle and bustle.

President Joel Nash looked at the political heavyweights on either side of the table with an inscrutable sneer in his eyes. He beckoned to his assistant, who then spoke.

"This incident is extremely serious. Hecate Hammond has threatened national security, and even world security. He should be removed from his post. What are your recommendations?"

Defense Minister Bruno Kanté said in a low voice.

“North of Beach City are the Marines…” He was interrupted by FBI Director Jack Harvey before he could finish, “Using the Marines in this country! You’re creating civil unrest.”

Bruno clenched his fist: "If we don't send troops, we'll leave it to you?"

Jack Harvey calmly stated, "This case falls under the jurisdiction of the FBI. We need to not only expose Hecate Hammond, but also find out who is behind it all."

If I remember correctly, Hector was a member of the Sky Eye Society, and the alien's body was in the Sky Eye Society's base. What exactly happened between them, and why Hector became like this, all remain to be investigated. I suspect someone is using him to instigate trouble.

When Vice President Dick Cheney muttered to himself

"Hacourt's position is temporary. He was hired because he is a professor of cell biology, and we need scientists like him to help study alien corpses."

"But that's not how I understand it."

Attorney General Marshall Warren chimed in, "The United States has hundreds of cell biology professors, and many scientists who are more knowledgeable than him. Why don't you hire a normal person instead of a dangerous person with a mental disorder, just because his father is Senator Hammond?"

"I strongly suspect that nepotism and abuse of power are involved."

The founders of Tianyanhui frowned immediately: the situation had indeed developed in this direction, which they had anticipated, but they had no good solution.

Nepotism? It exists.

Negligence? That's also a question.

In the past, these would have been minor issues that wouldn't have caused a major uproar, but things are different now. Nepotism and dereliction of duty are like two sharp knives piercing the weakest point of the Sky Eye Association, making it impossible to guard against.

Field Marshal Warren turned to the president and spoke with unusual seriousness.

"I suggest a comprehensive and thorough investigation into the FAST telescope." "The causes and impacts must be thoroughly investigated."

Upon hearing this, the air fell silent instantly, and the gazes of the gathered people involuntarily turned to Joel Nash, who was sitting at the table: Power is a ridiculous thing. It seems that the arrogance and lawlessness of the Eye of Heaven are nothing but empty words.

Of course, to say this requires not only appropriate training but also the ability to do so, since the United States is a society governed by the rule of law, isn't it?

Chapter 1058 The Strange President

If you were to put all the presidents of the United States together, Joel Nash would be the worst president by far.

There are too many shady dealings associated with him: corruption, bribery, homosexuality, office romances, sectarianism, and so on. Insider information about him frequently appears in *NA*.

Rice residents have become so accustomed to the president’s incompetence that many don’t even see him as president, but as just a passerby, and this trend has spread to the White House.

Apart from a few small departments with no real power and his assistant Jason Law, who was under his command, no one else took Joel Nash seriously and wouldn't even give him a second glance in public.

Joel Nash is perhaps one of the most unlicensed presidents in the world.

The reasons for this situation are complex, but the root cause is that the four-word method is incorrect.

Four years ago, 51-year-old Joel Nash became the third-tier candidate in the Republican presidential election. No one was optimistic about him, and his campaign team also thought he had no chance of winning. But Joel Nash did not think so. No matter how others lobbied or persuaded him, he did not give up. He followed like a shadow to the end, running alongside the campaign and persevering until the final stage.

At the time, many people considered him a clown. A candidate getting less than 5 votes? That was just a joke.

Then a miracle happened.

The leading candidate suddenly suffered a heart attack, got stuck in traffic on his way to the hospital, and eventually died.

The tribal chief died of a heart attack, much to the delight of the runner-up teacher. Unfortunately, a video of him molesting a girl quickly appeared on the internet and then disappeared.

Both the first and second candidates were inexplicably hanged, something unprecedented in American history. The first could be attributed to chance, but the second certainly had inevitable factors. Based on the "maximum beneficiary principle," public opinion turned against the candidates from the three previous elections, with various conspiracy theories emerging. Mainstream media condemned them, calling him the darkest schemer and the most shameless thief in history.