Chapter 158 Peace Talks Fail!

When Jiang Feng arrived in Chicago, the sight before him shocked him.

Tens of thousands of people were kneeling and prostrating outside the city, and more people kept coming out to kneel and kowtow to him.

It was like a pilgrimage.

And this "saint" seemed to be none other than Jiang Feng himself.

What was going on?

Had this group of people lost their minds?

Jiang Feng paused for a moment; he didn't know what these people were up to, but he didn't mind finding out.

In the crowd, Obama was incredibly excited.

The Big White Snake had actually stopped; his method had indeed worked.

The USA was saved!

Forcing himself to suppress his excitement, Obama took out a megaphone and shouted at Jiang Feng, who was standing in the sky:

"Respected White Snake God, I represent our current President of the USA, Frank, to offer you the loyalty of our USA. Our former President of the USA, President Trump, was an arrogant fool who offended your majesty.

In this regard, President Frank has decided to hand President Trump over to you to deal with as you please. We do not ask to appease your anger, but we only ask that you give us a chance to atone.

All of us in the USA will certainly be grateful for your grace and mercy, and we will forever follow your will."

As Obama spoke, several people appeared from the crowd carrying the unconscious President Trump.

"White Snake God, this unconscious old man is our former President of the USA, President Trump. Please allow us to bring him to your side."

Obama said this while bowing devoutly.

However, just at this moment, President Trump on the stretcher suddenly let out a cough.

He opened his eyes groggily and then saw the crowd kneeling on the ground.

These people were looking at him with surprised eyes, and President Trump even found a familiar figure in the crowd.

It was his loyal guard, the head of the Intelligence Agency, Obama.

Obama was looking at him with a complicated expression.

What was going on?

After a brief moment of system failure, President Trump gradually realized that his environment was not quite right.

At first, he thought these kneeling people were cheering for him as their president, but then he realized there wasn't a trace of worship or excitement in their eyes.

Who were they kneeling to?

"Obama? What is going on? What are you all doing?" President Trump asked immediately. This was his long-standing habit; he trusted that Obama would faithfully answer his questions.

Obama sighed inwardly.

The President didn't wake up early or late, but happened to wake up at this very moment. Even though he didn't want to be the villain, he had to.

After all, things had reached this point and were completely irreversible; appeasing the Big White Snake was more important.

"Mr. President, oh, no, that's not right, President Trump, you had better just honestly submit to the punishment of the White Snake God! This is your atonement to the USA."

Obama said the cruelest words to President Trump with an expressionless face.

President Trump felt a surge of blood to his head and almost fainted again, but his excessive anger made him wake up right after passing out.

He wanted to curse at Obama, but seeing Obama's firm gaze, he felt a chill in his heart as he thought about what Obama had said.

White Snake God? Atonement?

These two words exploded in President Trump's mind like a thunderclap.

President Trump subconsciously looked behind him, and that one glance instantly made his soul leave his body.

A huge snake head was looking down at him from high above, and its cold gaze was enough to freeze a person's blood and soul.

President Trump felt his whole body go cold, as if he had completely lost all sensation.

But deep inside, there was still a trace of anger and unwillingness.

He understood; the moment he saw the Big White Snake, he understood everything.

"Obama, you actually betrayed me! You listened to that traitor Frank." President Trump roared at Obama with his last ounce of strength.

Facing President Trump's accusations, Obama's expression was indifferent; he neither refuted nor responded.

President Trump smiled miserably; he was like a clown now, raging impotently.

"Obama, you are wrong, terribly wrong. Soon, you will know. I will be waiting for you... down below..."

President Trump's voice grew weaker and weaker, sounding like a curse, or perhaps a dying prophecy.

Finally, President Trump's head tilted to the side, and he fell directly from the stretcher.

The people next to him hurriedly caught him, but then one person's expression changed slightly.

He couldn't feel President Trump's pulse.

Former President Trump was dead! That had just been his final burst of energy.

The man looked at his companions blankly; the companions seemed to have also discovered President Trump's condition.

Consequently, several of them looked at Obama simultaneously.

The unusual behavior of these people made Obama's heart skip a beat. He was still ruminating on President Trump's last words, and now he had a bad premonition.

"Director, he's dead!"

Like a thunderclap, the words spoken by the people carrying him made Obama's soul fly out of his body in terror.

What?

Obama was shocked.

President Trump was dead? Then how could he report back to the Big White Snake?

[ fear points + 100 ]

Above, Jiang Feng sneered as he watched a group of ants performing a drama of betrayal beneath him.

He had also learned of two figures among these ants: one was the former President Trump, and the other was the leader below named Obama.

The one who had used a nuclear bomb to destroy his home earlier must have been this former President Trump.

As for that Obama, judging by President Trump's tone, he seemed to have been a follower of President Trump, so he certainly couldn't escape responsibility either.

Hmph! They wanted to atone and beg for forgiveness? They shouldn't dream of it.

"How dare you try to fool me with a dead man?" Jiang Feng's eerie voice came from the sky.

It startled Obama, who was already terrified, making him jump and almost wet himself.

"White Snake God, we are wronged! You just saw it too, he was still talking, he was still alive. We had no intention of fooling you."

Obama explained desperately; he didn't want to suffer the Big White Snake's wrath because of this.

Everything was going so smoothly; the Big White Snake had been just a step away from agreeing.

Why did President Trump have to wake up? And why did he die so inexplicably after waking up?

President Trump was simply a disaster for their USA. Why hadn't he discovered President Trump's disastrous nature sooner?

If he had known in advance, he would have killed President Trump even if it meant going to jail.

"Wronged? Do you take this snake for a fool? Unable to tell the difference between a dead person and a living one? Since you have no sincerity, then prepare to bear this snake's wrath!"

As Jiang Feng spoke, his snake tail whipped out, smashing down towards Obama and the others with world-destroying power.

He didn't give Obama any chance to explain or beg for mercy.

"No!" Obama's eyes were wide with rage and despair. At this moment, he was filled with endless regret and unwillingness.

But time could not be reversed, and the anger of the White Snake could not be stopped.

He thought of what President Trump had just said, "Obama, you are wrong, terribly wrong."

Was he really wrong?

In the moment before being smashed into atomic structures by the snake tail, a final thought flashed through Obama's mind.

Bang!

A deafening roar tore through the sky, and tens of thousands of people were instantly annihilated.

The USA's plan for peace talks with the Big White Snake had failed completely!