The White Palace, underground command center.
Donald Trump had just finished listening to the foreign minister's report, laden with failure and humiliation. Furious, he hurled a satellite phone against the wall and unleashed a torrent of curses.
The atmosphere in the room was unbearably oppressive.
Just then.
Click.
An extremely faint metallic scraping sound suddenly came from the ventilation opening in a corner of the ceiling.
It was quiet, but like a red-hot steel needle, it instantly pierced the nerves of the four powerful men in the room, already stretched to breaking point!
General McAuff and CIA Director Cliff drew their pistols almost simultaneously. The other four-star general quickly ducked behind the table, and all four men looked up warily at the vent where the strange sound had come from.
Had... that monster fought his way straight in?!
As the four men all but held their breath in tension.
The vent's metal louvers were pushed slightly outward from within, and a tiny emerald-green snake poked its head out, peering around.
Perhaps unable to find anything to hold on to, it dropped from the ceiling more than two meters above the floor with a soft thud, landing on the expensive Persian carpet.
At the sight, all four men instantly relaxed.
It was only a snake.
"Fuck!"
Once Donald Trump's taut nerves relaxed, overwhelming fury surged through him. Pointing at the little snake slithering aimlessly across the floor, he exploded, "Are those people at the Department of the Interior eating shit?! How dare they cut corners on the White Palace's security work? Even a fucking snake can get in!"
This was an utter disgrace!
Standing nearby, General McAuff immediately strode to the wall, eager to put on a show for the enraged president.
He took down a medieval longsword hung on the