"Cola... I want cherry flavor..."
The Holy Water bought at a high price was highly effective. The President quickly regained consciousness, and even the wounds on his body miraculously disappeared. He still looked somewhat weak, but that should only have been a mental issue.
Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Although the country had a highly developed emergency plan that could minimize the impact of the President's sudden death and keep the machinery of state running normally—it was still better that the President was fine.
After regaining consciousness and learning that he had been shot in the back by members of his own guard and nearly taken out in one blow, Mr. President's face went from deathly pale to black.
In his fury, Mr. President posted three consecutive tweets, cursing the Secret Service as a bunch of useless parasites. He was going to fire the entire Secret Service!
Mr. President flew into a rage, got angry for a bit, and deleted the three tweets not long afterward.
The public had long since grown accustomed to this sort of behavior from Mr. President. They were merely curious about how the Secret Service had offended this very young president.
That was right. Not many people knew about the assassination at the Mar-a-Lago estate... because the news of the attacks on New Miracle Base and Shield Bureau headquarters had completely overshadowed it.
But to the upper echelons of America, this night was destined to be anything but peaceful... It carried a hint of America's Twelve Hours.
For those at Drunken Life, Dreamy Death, however, the passing of the night probably amounted to nothing more than a painful hangover.
Lizi was feeling absolutely awful. After secretly circulating her demonic power to dispel the excessive alcohol in her body, her complexion