The Paramount Warlord

"Daddy, please save Mommy! Some bad guys are r*ping Mommy..." As the call connected, a desperate cry echoed in Whitney Brown's ear, the wailing nearly suffocating him. "Daddy? Listen, girl, you must have dialed the wrong number. I don't even have a daughter," Whitney said, dragging his luggage as he walked out of Philadelphia Airport while answering the call. "No! This is not the wrong number! You are my daddy! Daddy, they are torturing Mommy, and she is dying! Please save her!" The little girl's voice was filled with anxiety, nearly in tears, afraid Whitney wouldn't help. "Your mommy is being hurt and almost tortured to death?" Whitney's voice tightened. "What's your mommy's name?" "My mom's name is Monroe! Seven years ago, before you went to the battlefield in the Middle East, she was already pregnant... Please, save Mommy... Save her!" The little girl cried. Slap! Before she could finish, a sharp slapping sound came from the phone, followed by an angry roar, "You little b*tch! You're just like your b*tch-*ss mom! How dare you call for help? I'm gonna kill you!" Slap! Another slap rang out, and the little girl screamed in misery. Then, the phone went completely silent. Clearly, the man had not only hit the girl but also destroyed the phone. 'Monroe?' When Whitney heard that familiar yet strange name, his heart skipped a beat, and an incredibly beautiful silhouette appeared in his mind in an instant. Even his usually calm demeanor now felt frantic. At the time, Monroe was actually pregnant, and moreover, with his daughter! "Daddy, they are torturing Mommy, and she is dying! Please save her!" "You little b*tch! You're just like your b*tch-*ss mom! How dare you call for help? I'm gonna kill you!" His daughter's desperate pleas mixed with the villain's curses echoed in Whitney's mind like a demonic chant, nearly driving him mad. 'Who did this? How dare they bully my wife and daughter? They are courting death!' Whitney bellowed inwardly. "Come with me to rescue them!" Whitney commanded the two uniformed men behind him. They were Whitney's subordinates, one named Kenson and the other Peter, both renowned generals from the Middle East battlefield. "Yes, sir!" The two quickly nodded and swiftly rushed out of the airport. Meanwhile, at the exit of Philadelphia Airport, a group of uniformed men stood like sentinels, respectfully waiting for Whitney. These were all top-tier American elites. Among them were American mafia bosses, the newly appointed Pennsylvania governor, and even the leader of the Jewish consortium. Their gazes were fixed on the airport, their eyes revealing endless passion. Finally, three figures appeared at the airport exit. "Greetings, Mr. Brown!" Seeing Whitney, the Jewish consortium leader, Henry Odero, hurriedly approached, his expression fawning. The person before them was none other than Whitney, who had just returned from the Middle East battlefield. He was known as the strongest man on that battlefield, "Whitney the World Conqueror." For seven years, Whitney had created numerous miracles in the Middle East, defeating Houthi armed forces, resolving the Syrian Coup, and even handling the Russia-Ukraine war single-handedly. He was America's god of war, as invincible as a god! Seven years had passed, and the war was finally over. Today marked the grand day of the World Conqueror's triumphant return. They were all there to welcome him. Behind them, dozens of high-ranking American military officers saluted simultaneously, "Greetings, Mr. Brown!" William Lewis, Governor of Pennsylvania, and Caesar Hayes, the mafia boss, approached with eager expressions, bowing respectfully as they said, "Congratulations on your triumphant return, Mr. Brown!" They both bowed in deference. In front of ordinary citizens, they were high-ranking officials, but before Whitney, they acted as submissively as servants, adopting an incredibly humble posture. However, Whitney had little patience for their flattery. His sharp gaze swept over William, his eyes blazing red as he growled, "You're the Pennsylvania Governor, right? Someone has been harassing my wife and daughter! Investigate this phone number! I want its location within three minutes!" William's face turned pale with horror. 'This is the World Conqueror! Who will dare to harass his wife and daughter? Are they courting death?' He immediately pulled out his phone, frantically dialing the Pennsylvania Bureau of Investigation, and roared, "Find the location of this number within three minutes, or go home and play with your wife!" *** At the Pennsylvania Bureau of Investigation, tasked with gathering intelligence and solving major criminal cases, Chief Josef Doyle slammed his hand on the desk, his expression dark as he snarled, "Who dared to target the World Conqueror's wife and daughter? D*mn, this is unforgivable!" He shouted furiously, "Everyone! Assemble! I have an important announcement!" In less than a minute, all bureau personnel gathered. They were the backbone of the bureau, and if anyone could locate the number, it was them. Most importantly, they were all die-hard fans of Whitney. Now, someone dared to harass their idol's wife and daughter, which made them furious. "Who would dare harass the World Conqueror's wife and daughter? They deserve to die!" someone growled, eyes blazing with fury. "We must use all the bureau's resources to ensure their safety!" Everyone quickly reached a consensus and immediately began their investigation. They sat at their computers, fingers flying across keyboards as they searched for the location based on the number. In less than a minute, they had results. "Chief Doyle, I've found the location! Mr. Brown's wife and daughter are in Philadelphia!" Deputy Chief Calvin Grant shouted excitedly. "Excellent!" Josef nodded and began assigning tasks. "Immediately send the location to Mr. Brown. Also, have Philadelphia Mayor John bring people there right away!" He paused for a moment, then continued, "Remember, bring enough personnel. If anything happens to Mr. Brown's wife and daughter, you better kill yourself." "Yes, sir!" Brant trembled as he nodded. After arranging everything, Josef slammed his fist on the desk. With a thunderous crack, the marble surface shattered as he roared in extreme anger, "D*mn! Mr. Brown is America's God of War! How dare they kidnap his wife and daughter? A bunch of b*stards!"