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However, in this global bloodbath, only one places in the World were spared.
That was Washington D.C., which was under the heavy protection of V.G.D.
At this time, the White House had become a veritable super fortress.
President Ellis leaned back comfortably in his office chair, watching the superheroes patrolling the lawn outside the window, and took a satisfied sip of wine.
Under the President's mandatory executive order, the White House security forces had been entirely replaced by V.G.D. registered heroes and Vought security personnel.
Secret Service Agents were all pushed to the perimeter, only responsible for traffic control.
For this, Congress paid the Vought International an astronomical sum in security fees.
President Ellis didn't feel the pinch at all; after all, it was taxpayer money.
What was even better was that a portion of this massive sum was "discreetly" returned by the Vought International to his private Swiss Bank account through several hidden offshore companies.
Looking at the long string of zeros added to his bank account, Ellis's smile almost reached his ears.
"God bless America, and even more so, God bless Homelander." He raised his glass and toasted the air.
Even in Homelander's absence, the Vought International still provided an absolute sense of security.
He was very glad that he had resisted the pressure from those fools in Congress and the capital plutocrats from start to finish, standing firmly by Homelander's side.
"As long as Vought is here, the sky in Washington won't fall." He let out a comfortable breath.
However, aside from here, the outside World had completely fallen into madness.
As time passed, in just two weeks, the leaders and top officials of most countries in the World had been almost entirely purged.
The stock market crashed, society was in turmoil, and riots broke out in the streets.
Fear stems from the unknown; people all over the World were panicking, supermarket supplies were stripped bare, and large numbers of conspiracy theorists on the internet claimed this was the prelude to a great war.
But after the old leadership was slaughtered, new leaders in various countries took office at an astonishing speed.
And then, the assassinations suddenly stopped.
Just as abruptly as they had begun, they ended without warning.
And what was even weirder.
After these new leaders took office, they all seemed to have reached some kind of unspoken agreement.
The foreign ministries of various countries, which were still frantically denouncing this as an international conspiracy yesterday, were all silent today.
All official investigations into the assassinations were shelved indefinitely.
Governments even began to exert pressure together; in-depth media reports were urgently halted, and terms like "coup" and "assassination" were mass-blocked online.
News anchors on major TV stations, who were hoarsely reporting the tragedy of a certain country's leader being assassinated in their bedroom the day before, were now sporting professional smiles and delivering long reports on global warming and the new government's economic stimulus plans.
It was as if the bloodbath of the past two weeks and the abnormal deaths of so many high-ranking officials had never happened.
If not for the two Superpowers that survived the incident still reporting and condemning the attacks at length in press conferences.
The people of the World might have even suspected they were collectively hallucinating or that this was a massive April Fool's joke by the United Nations.
On the internet, social media platforms were in an uproar.
"Damn it! They deleted all the news! Did you see? The new French President's speech on TV today—the first thing he does is discuss environmental protection and emission reduction? His predecessor's blood hasn't even been washed off the carpets of the Élysée Palace yet!"
"The President of Country F is dead! The Prime Minister of Country Y is dead! Japan's entire cabinet has been replaced! And then they tell us the weather is nice today, perfect for a walk in the park?!"
"I think there's definitely a conspiracy! Certain Eagle and Certain Rabbit are joining forces to purge the political scenes of Europe and Asia!"
"I swear I saved that video of the Japanese bodyguard shooting yesterday, and today my computer was hacked! The video is gone! This is definitely a global conspiracy!"
"If I couldn't still see news about the assassinations by using a U.S. IP, I'd almost think this was some collective Mandela Effect!"
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White House, Conference Room.
President Ellis sat at the head of the long conference table, flanked by the Minister of Defense, the CIA Director, senior officials from the Department of Homeland Security, and other members of the core of American power.
On the large screen in front of the conference table, high-level representatives from the Ancient Eastern Nation were shown.
This was a top-level secret meeting spanning half the globe.
A tense and oppressive atmosphere filled the room.
President Ellis looked up at the woman sitting on the other side of the conference table.
Jessica Jones.
She sat with her legs crossed, leaning casually against the back of her chair.
She looked out of place among the group of politicians in suits sitting upright, but no one dared to underestimate her.
Because now, she represented the supreme will of Vought.
"Ms. Jones," President Ellis began, "I want to know if Vought has any solid intelligence regarding what's happening in the World right now."
"We do know a few things, Mr. President." Jessica took her feet off the table, her tone serious and direct.
"But before that, I suggest everyone here take a deep breath and prepare yourselves. Because the truth you're about to face might completely overturn your understanding of reality."
Hearing this warning, the high-ranking officials reflexively straightened their postures.
Jessica turned her head and snapped her fingers at Ashley, who was standing by.
Ashley dialed a number.
A moment later, V.G.D. security personnel brought in a white woman.
She looked to be in her thirties, with pleasant features, wearing an ordinary gray trench coat.
The officials looked at each other, not understanding why Vought would bring in an ordinary woman at this critical juncture.
"Let me introduce her to you," Jessica said, gesturing toward the woman. "This woman is named Giah, a visitor from beyond."
"Ms. Giah, please begin. Tell them everything you've been through."
Giah nodded, looked around at these humans who held the Earth's most powerful military forces, and began her story.