If anyone asked which building in the United States was the most famous, people around the world would say the White House.
That was not because the building was particularly distinctive, but mainly because it housed the highest seat of power in the United States.
The White House represented the United States President.
At that moment, the president was in anything but a good mood.
As a man in his seventies, he should have grown more even-tempered with age, but President Trump was nothing of the sort. In the eyes of people around the world, he was a man who never played by the rules.
Ever since he had become president, peace-loving people around the world had been on edge, mainly because he was so good at stirring up trouble.
First, he had gone after his neighbor, wanting to build some Border Wall. Then he had stirred up trouble in the Asia-Pacific Region. He simply never stopped.
Even India's recent troublemaking on the Huaxia border had the Americans' fingerprints all over it.
The man had another hobby: posting on Twitter. Now the whole world checked his Twitter feed every day to see what he would do next.
If anyone could claim to be the biggest internet celebrity of the day, it was damn well Trump.
But two minutes earlier, he had heard some bad news that had left him without even the desire to post on Twitter: an explosion had struck the Los Angeles Suburbs, and the Underground Research Institute had completely collapsed. Even an idiot could figure out that no one inside could have survived.
Those were nearly two thousand human lives. However reckless Trump might be, even he knew this was a colossal disaster.
The September 11 Attacks had shocked the world, killing nearly three thousand people and