Novel & Cerita Game Protect The President

she asked cautiously, her unease growing with every passing second. The Time Keeper raised his hand, and the room seemed to still, as though even the air was waiting for his decree. "Rule one," he began, his voice low and firm. "You must not interfere directly in the lives of the living. You may observe, listen, and follow, but physical interaction is forbidden unless absolutely necessary." Alessia frowned. "Why? If I can’t interact, how am I supposed to complete my task?" The Time Keeper's gaze sharpened. "Direct interference could disrupt the balance between life and death. If you tip that balance, your soul will be severed from your body permanently."

"Hold her down. If she's my savior, let her save me again—with her blood." Isabella screamed, thrashing like a wild thing. "No! Julian, you're insane! Let me go! Don't touch me!" The bodyguards didn't blink. They slammed her to the floor. Dr. Wells grabbed the same device he'd used on Sera—quietly prepping for the transfusion.

He just gave a quiet laugh under his breath—the kind that pissed me off even more—and walked out with his friends. The moment they were gone, I exhaled hard. My fists still clenched. My knuckles throbbed like hell. My whole body buzzed with adrenaline and anger—and something else I couldn’t quite pinpoint, all tangled together. Mr. Connor’s voice cut in. “You boys better clean up that mess by the pinball machine before you leave. And Gibson—” his eyes narrowed, “—if I see you or Burkhart starting shit here again, you’re banned. Got it?”

The Blackout Protocol was a surgical strike on the Academy’s network, but it was minutes too late. In the age of neural-links and private cloud-bursts, a secret doesn't just travel—it infects. The high-resolution images of the President and his subordinate in the library didn't just appear on screens; they became the only thing anyone could talk about. The carefully constructed myth of the President —a cold, untouchable machine of Beaumont lineage—had been shattered. In its place was something the student body found far more scandalous: a man who was vulnerable.

Then there's this mad man who looks like a roasted pig, and several men holding guns and aiming them at the hostages. Seoul, Josh and Cryx are scattered all over the company diffusing the bombs or making sure there's not any left. They've each got five men with them so I shouldn't be worried that much. But the main question is, how do I make sure there are no casualties? "Hey b*tches, you're all gonna die today! What a wonderful day to celebrate a revolution! Don't you think so too, Prez?" The flip, he just called the President of this country 'Prez', welp, he's officially dead.

Chapter One Hundred And Twelve Alexander’s POV The president nodded, clearly impressed by the demonstration. Questions flowed, probing the limits of our technology, its potential applications, and the safeguards in place to prevent misuse. With each response, I exuded confidence and conveyed our unwavering commitment to transparency, accountability, and responsible innovation. As the meeting drew to a close, the president expressed gratitude for our work and acknowledged the importance of technology in addressing the evolving challenges of the modern world. He spoke of potential collaborations, partnerships that could leverage our expertise to enhance national security and protect citizens.

Luke tinkered with a small device on the table, his earbuds plugged in as he kept an ear on the team's communication while Jaycel was just on the side watching them. Zee muttered to herself, "Alright, I've patched into their security network. I can see the guards patrolling the perimeter." Arthur replied, "Keep an eye on the guards' patterns. We don't want any surprises." Luke nodded his head with a sighed as he mumbled, "I've got the signal jammers set up. Their comms won't be working." Meanwhile, outside the hotel, Zian smiled as he happily said it into his earpiece as he lured the guards. "Hey, have you guys heard about that new virtual reality game? The one everyone's talking about?"

I was sent back into the room with the goal of getting names and locations from Brad or I could flip him into an informant. It took me four long days, but finally Brad flipped. He would not wear a wire but agreed to gather information. He was injected with a tracking device should he change his mind and run. He was told if he continued to cooperate he might see me around. I even gave him a hug and told him to be careful before I left and headed home. I really did like Brad and did not want things to go badly. He could get hurt or end up dead. I quickly packed and headed home. It was time to move on to the next phase of the game I was playing with Drake.

Shouted Beta Connor standing up , getting into action while blasting orders in his phone. “Not so fast” said the president as his men all brought out their guns pointing at us. “What game are you playing, Alpha Aiden? How can I trust you with my country if my important men are not safe in your most private territory…?!” Roared the blonde grey haired president. I have never seen him this angry. “Everyone calm down , I give you my word …we will get to the bottom of this Mr President “ I said with a calm voice while ordering my men to lower their weapon but they didn’t.

Said the President asked Paul who was holding himself with a gun. "Shut up! I warned you in a kind way. Yet you still insist on continuing this war." Paul said answering Mr. President. "Idiot, let me go! It's useless for you to do this because the HAARP mission is already underway." said Mr. The president threatens Paul. "It's really useless talking to someone like you! Because someone like you won't understand what it means to live a peaceful life." Said Paul who was disappointed with Mr. President. "Idiot, Quickly release me right now!" said Mr. The president and some of the presidential guards wanted to fight against Paul, but quickly Paul was able to kill them all by firing the bullets