The Richest Man in the DC World

I kill because I need to eat!

What a cruel truth, just like people kill chickens, ducks, fish, and geese all kinds of animals, but also to eat, the difference is that people are not chickens, ducks and fish.

Now, someone has linked them together.

How do chickens feel when they are slaughtered, and so do people.

The chill permeated from the depths of their souls. Facing the ugly looking Hector Hammond, everyone present felt the fear from the natural enemy. It was an instinct, just like the prey facing the predator.

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

"I like your fears."

Heckert smiled, the greed in his eyes disappeared in a flash, and then he was pressed down, "Don't worry, I'm here today mainly for interviews, and I won't eat you."

Everyone swallowed and spit back subconsciously.

Heckert smiled, "Any questions?"

Saying that, the viper-like eyes fell on the female reporter at the forefront. After seeing the wet marks on her skirt, she pouted in disgust and turned her eyes to other people.

"Is there any question, I promise not to hurt you."

Sheriff Scott, who was in charge of the mummification case, took a step forward and was about to speak when he was suddenly hit in the stomach and flew out.

Heckert withdrew his hand and said expressionlessly,

"I said, only reporters are allowed to speak, police...shut up."

"..."

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

In the face of the powerful, domineering, cruel, and cold-blooded Hector Hammond, what can the weak and powerless reporters do? It's not that they don't want to resist, but the example of the sheriff and the chief is in front. What is the use of resisting?

A middle-aged reporter stepped forward cautiously and asked in a hoarse voice,

"Mr. Hammond, I checked your profile just now and found that you were just an ordinary person before, you...how did you become like this."

"It's a bit complicated."

Heckert touched his chin, thought for a few seconds, then shrugged, "I've gotten stronger since I came into contact with an alien."

"alien?"

The reporter's eyes lit up and quickly said, "What kind of alien, where did you encounter it."

"Why, you want to be like me too."

When the words full of killing intent came, the reporter quickly shook his head and argued, "I don't, I... I'm just curious."

Heckert sneered, stretched out his hand, and the middle-aged reporter rose into the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"This is punishment, don't ask what shouldn't be asked." After speaking, he looked at the others, "Are there any other questions?"

Everyone was silent, and they had a lot of questions to ask, but no one dared to step forward in the face of the fickle big-headed monster.

After a minute, no one spoke, Heckert couldn't help but get angry,

"You've let me down, a good press conference was screwed up by a bunch of cowards, you annoyed me, you all be damned."

An invisible force surged behind him,

The air squirmed and twisted, and the powerful force spread around, the floor could not bear it, and a large crack opened.

The police and the FBI who were present didn't care about other things and fired quickly. The bullet advanced only a few meters before it stopped, and the air became extremely viscous, like a gel-like substance.

Heckert raised his hand and pressed down, and a mountain-like force came from above. Everyone couldn't bear it. They knelt on the ground one after another. Even the sturdy FBI was no exception. Some people screamed in horror.

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

Heckert paused for a few seconds and shook his head helplessly.

"I don't want that either, but I'm really hungry, and your fears are so tempting."

Heckert licked his lips, and his eyes shot out a yellow beam of light. The person who was hit by the beam of light immediately lost consciousness, and a large number of yellow particles appeared on the body occupied by fear.

Heckert opened his mouth, and the long whale swallowed the yellow particles like water.

The scene was clearly captured by the camera on the shelf, and everyone in front of the TV saw the image that they will never forget.

People who lost the yellow particles quickly contracted, their muscles disappeared, their skin lost their blood color, and they became shriveled and withered. In the blink of an eye, they changed from a normal person to a corpse that had been air-dried for hundreds of years.

...

Half an hour later, in Washington, D.C., in the central meeting room of the White House.

Assistant to the President, Jason Lowe, walked over to the screen and turned off the horrific video.

The atmosphere in the conference room was dull, completely different from the hustle and bustle of the past.

President Joel Nash looked at the political "big men" on both sides of the table, his eyes flashed with imperceptible sarcasm, and gestured to the assistant, who said,

"This incident is very serious. Hector Hammond has threatened national security and even world security. He must be removed. Do you have any suggestions?"

Defense Minister Bruno Kanter said solemnly,

"There's a Marine Corps north of Seaside City..." FBI Director Jack Harvey interrupted before he finished speaking, "Using Marines at home! You're causing civil unrest."

Bruno clenched his fists, "If you don't move the army, will it be handed over to you?"

Jack Harvey said unceremoniously, "This matter itself is within the purview of the FBI, not only to solve Hector Hammond, but also to find out the reasons behind it."

"If I remember correctly, Hector is a member of the Sky Eye Society, and the corpse of the alien is also in the base of the Sky Eye Society. What happened between this, why Hector became like this, we must find out, I suspect that someone used him stir up trouble."

Bruno's face changed slightly, and Vice President Dick Cheney said solemnly,

"Heckert's identity is a temporary hired worker. He was recruited because of his status as a professor of cytology. We need such scientists to help study alien corpses."

"But I understand that's not the case."

Attorney General Marshall Warren responded, "There are hundreds of cytology professors in the United States, many more knowledgeable scientists than him, why don't you hire normal people, but find a dangerous person with mental illness because of his father. It's Senator Hammond."

"I seriously suspect nepotism and malfeasance in it."

The founders of the Sky Eye Society frowned immediately, and things really were going in this direction. They expected it, but there was no good solution.

Nepotism? really exists.

Malpractice? There are also.

If in the past, these were trivial matters and would not cause a storm, but now it is different, nepotism and malfeasance are like two sharp knives inserted into the weakest part of the sky's eye, leaving people speechless.

Marshall Warren turned his head to look at the President and said very seriously,

"I suggest a thorough investigation of the Sky Eye Society, and we must understand the cause and effect."

The voice fell, the air was instantly quiet, and everyone's eyes involuntarily turned to Joel Nash at the front of the table. Power is so ridiculous, the sky's eye that seems to be overbearing and lawless is just a matter of words.

Of course, if you want to say this, you must not only make adequate preparations, but also have an appropriate opportunity. After all, the United States is a society ruled by law, isn't it?

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