As he ran through the gate that he had blasted through previously, he could see the opening that he opened to enter the sewer.Before ascending out of the sewer, however, he took one last look behind him, he couldn't see it, but he could feel the stare of the clone looking at him, even though he was nowhere to be found and even though there was no camera to be seen. "Humbug," he whispered to himself before jumping out of the sewer back to the road behind the tower.The moment after he came out, he heard screams right beside him, and when he looked towards him, there he could see the Major running towards him, "Run! Run! Run!" He shouted before running past him.As George turned his attention away from the Major to look at what he was running from, he quickly stood up and ran following the Major.He turned and looked back at the guards; all of them were holding their guns, "Wait, why are they not shooting at us?" He asked.The Major shrugged while the sweat on him kept building up, "I

They flew in their military plane for over 780 miles in 2 hours before touching down at the upgraded headquarters of the FDA in Maryland. The building had undergone significant renovations, exuding an air of modernity and sophistication.The corrupt politician in DC recognized that as long as they could concoct a plausible justification and conceal their true intentions, they could freely misuse taxpayer funds. The exorbitant amount of money spent on lavish personal comforts had nearly equaled the budget allocated for the military.As their planes landed in the field adjacent to the FDA building, they observed the Commissioner's personal security guards arriving armed with formidable military-grade weaponry and armor. The General and his entourage were met with stern voices commanding, "Freeze!" as the guards pointed their guns at them."Seriously?" the General questioned, gesturing towards his insignia. However, it was only when they noticed the prestigious Medal of Honor adorning hi

"Murder of multiple FDA agents, tax evasion, ignoring orders from the Five-Star General, murder of multiple United States Army personnel. Does this sound familiar?" General Damien asked, his voice filled with accusation.Jordan maintained a calm facade, refusing to show any signs of fear. "I don't think so. But if you want to talk about the law, then maybe you should arrest everyone in the government. Oh wait, I forgot, that includes you as well," he retorted, his words dripping with defiance.The tension between them escalated, and Damien's patience wore thin. "Enough of the jokes, old man. Just give up. You have no chance of winning."A sly smile played on Jordan's lips as he lifted a tape in his hand. "No, maybe not, but I have this," he declared, his voice oozing with confidence.Damien paused, his expression shifting as he considered Jordan's words. He sat on the ground, his legs crossed, appearing lost in thought. After a moment, he stood up, nodding. "That's a very good threat,

George stood firmly in front of Damien, his body tense with anticipation. It was the second time he had experienced this day, and he knew exactly what moves Damien would execute. Yet, even armed with this knowledge, George couldn't shake the feeling of inferiority that washed over him. He still felt small, weak, and utterly unaware of the circumstances surrounding him. But George couldn't afford to dwell on these thoughts. Failure was not an option, for if he faltered now, he would be forced to relive the entire day using his time loop abilities. Fatigue weighed on George's mind, though it didn't manifest in his physical form. It was evident in his eyes, which carried the weariness of experiencing the same events twice over. With determination fueling his every move, George launched a punch towards Damien. Yet, just as he predicted, Damien effortlessly sidestepped the attack, evading it as he had done before. Undeterred by his missed punch, George unleashed a rapid series of strike

Astentstein quickly retrieved a small smartphone from his pocket, only to find its screen shattered. "Damn it!" he exclaimed, hurling the phone to the ground as he rushed out of his room, ensuring that George and Ivan were nowhere in sight. "Sir, should we stop the Major and Corporal from leaving?" one of the guards asked, observing the Commissioner's panicked state. "Forget about them. Do you have a phone?" Astentstein inquired. The guard nodded, searching his pockets until he produced a small smartphone. He unlocked it and handed it to the Commissioner. Astentstein snatched the phone and swiftly navigated to the call application. Pulling out a small booklet from his back pocket, he located a number he had written down and dialed it. As he pressed the call button, he approached the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of General Jordan. However, the only figures in sight were the Major, the Corporal, and the remaining soldier still aboard the plane. "Where the hell are you, Jordan?"