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The high-end meeting was held as scheduled.

At the main table of the conference, the four big figures expressed their opinions and suggestions according to the procedures. There were hundreds of people in the audience, including officials from various countries and reporters from all over the world. For a while, the sound of cameras and keyboard tapping continued. There are cameras everywhere, broadcasting live footage in real time.

Zhang Ming and Natasha each stood in an inconspicuous corner, guarding against the big boss's sneak attack.

If I were the big boss, what should I do to break through all the obstacles and inject the medicine into the bodies of the four big men?

Zhang Ming has been thinking about this issue.

The situation at the scene was even more optimistic than Zhang Ming expected.

Because of the testing equipment, the blue agent could not be brought into the venue.

A large security team can ensure that these big figures cannot be easily taken out of the venue.

If the medicine can't come in and people can't get out, is it relying on the threat of hostages?

Threaten the big shots to leave, or take the initiative to inject medicine?

Zhang Ming gave up the idea. Regardless of human nature and selfishness, from the perspective of national security, it was impossible for them to do this.

What should I do?

A Bizhan coin appeared between his fingers. His index finger and thumb slowly rubbed the pattern of the coin, and Zhang Ming racked his brains to think.

The meeting went according to pace and soon came to the question and answer session for reporters.

"I heard that vicious demonstrations are breaking out in New York, about the superhero culture that has recently become popular in the United States. I wonder, Mr. President, what do you think?" a reporter stood up and asked.

"Superheroes?" Mr. President said with a smile, "I prefer to call them enthusiastic citizens."

"But these 'enthusiastic citizens' are committing atrocities against ordinary people. I would like to ask, according to the U.S. Constitution, is this behavior legal? If not, why didn't you take action?"

It's a tough question, but it speaks to the sentiments of many journalists.

Now New York is in an uproar. As the saying goes, good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. In terms of attention, the riot in front of the New York City Hall was much bigger than this high-end conference now.

"I think this question has nothing to do with this meeting-" Mr. President chose to avoid talking.

But before he could finish his words, gunfire suddenly came from outside the conference building, and it was not ordinary gunfire, it was very dense, as if this was not Vienna, the capital of music, but a battlefield in the Middle East.

"Protect!"

Security teams from various countries gathered around and the four big shots were protected together.

Zhang Ming walked to the window. There were gunshots and explosions everywhere. Nearly a hundred armed men were charging into the building with guns in hand.

"Not militants!"

Natasha tightened her grip on the railing, the backs of her hands turning white from excessive exertion.

"They are a group of ordinary people, ordinary people controlled by the big boss!"

When I walked in, I realized that there were office workers in suits and ties, women in floral skirts, and even old people in the crowd.Under the control of the big boss, they held guns and attacked the defense line regardless of life or death.

"This lunatic! Does he want to force his way in?" Zhang Ming couldn't believe it.

Natasha stared down, "Maybe, as long as he has enough blue potion, he can create unlimited soldiers who are not afraid of death."

Zhang Ming looked at the corpses on the ground, including ordinary people and security personnel.

Tragedy is happening every second.

Suddenly, Zhang Ming's heart seemed to be grabbed.

He saw a group of children.

The children took childish steps, opened their arms, and ran towards the building with sweet smiles on their faces, and their bodies...

Tie a bomb!

"What am I-"

Zhang Ming stepped on the window, and the anger in his heart was instantly ignited.

He turned around and saw that four big shots were being protected in the center. Except for government officials, the reporters were all kicked out of the venue.

Still foolproof.

At least until the army of puppets outside broke through the defenses.

"I'll go down and you stay to protect them." Zhang Ming made the decision, "Arrange the agents to find the big guys."