I planted a sacred tree in Tokyo.

Chapter 576 America Intensifies Auditing

Night came,

The island nation's "Demon King's Feast" ended in a disappointing fashion.
Aside from knowing that Miss Jiukong had suffered another setback, the average person was completely baffled.

Where did those warriors and monsters dressed in the style of the Warring States period come from? Why would they obey Jiu Kong Yao Ai's orders? So many powerful figures couldn't possibly have emerged from the 'loose seal' explanation, could they?

Previously, the brothers 'Sesshomaru' and 'Inuyasha' appeared in Tokyo Bay;

His ability to help fend off the aftermath of Yu Shenzi's fierce battle with Jiu Kong and Yi Jiang can be explained by the fact that he is a 'hidden master'.

No matter how well they hide, it's impossible to hide tens of thousands! Do they think everyone is an idiot? There must be some reason behind the appearance of so many extraordinary experts.

We need to know the truth!

"The matter of the demiplane should be exposed soon, right?"

Back in the office, Qiong Mei immediately saw a lot of news about the protests.

"Yes, after all, those emerging supernatural forces can't sit still anymore."

Yu answered casually.
The 'divine demi-plane' of Heian-kyo is controlled by the island nation's government, or more precisely, the army and the Metropolitan Police Department;

The 'Warring States Plane' was developed under the leadership of Youlai: it's actually an opportunity prepared for outstanding students, and what they can obtain in it depends entirely on luck.

So Yu didn't need to look to know that behind this so-called 'protest' there was a new supernatural force pulling the strings: no matter how much the island government tried to block the news, the information about the demiplane would still leak out. The people involved in the development were human, and humans could not keep secrets absolutely.

Moreover, those 'natives' who came from the Warring States period were not the kind of people who could speak and act cautiously.

These "passionate" protests are fueled by these forces.

"They actually dared to covet my brother's things! I'm going to blow them up!"

"No, no, no, there's no need~~"

Yu raised his hand to stop Qiong Mei. Although the 'demiplane' was indeed his, it was essentially a place for 'leveling up'. Therefore:
"They want to go to the demiplane to obtain extraordinary opportunities, that's fine."

Yu was just about to open a few more 'demi-planes', so why should he stop people from running dungeons since some were willing to do so?

"I'll go talk to Abe no Seimei and see if he has any extra spatial coordinates."

"Brother, will you and Abe no Seimei fight?"

Qiongmei's attention was immediately diverted.

"I'm going to help too!"

"We're just going to have tea and chat. We're all Onmyoji, and the kind of thing we do, like drawing our swords to kill people, is the behavior of a samurai."

Yu, who was preparing to open a few more 'demi-planes', waved his hand, saying it was just a formality, how could they possibly fight? Fighting oneself would be too boring.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

at the same time,

On the other side of the planet, the sun rises as usual.

Another day begins in America: somewhere in New York City, the stronghold of this 'holy church':
The Upper East Side of Manhattan, known as New York's 'Gold Coast,' is the city's most expensive and oldest area where the elite congregate.

Because it is home to many families that have been passed down for generations, it is known as the 'old money': for example, the Rockefeller and Vanderbilt families are located here.

Now, in a mansion filled with North American colonial-era style, the two sides are facing off.

"Darhuan, what exactly do you want?!"

A group of middle-aged and elderly men in suits stared at the major general with bloodshot eyes.

If looks could kill, the major general would have been torn to pieces; however, unfortunately, even if these powerful figures could shoot lasers from their eyes, they could not kill this high-ranking member of the Holy Church.

"The American Disorderly Individuals Investigation Project" and the "Power-Driven Illegal Accumulators Investigation Project." Do you know what you're doing?

It's no wonder these middle-aged and elderly nobles are so angry. After Major General Darhuan seized Old Edgar's 'Gift of the Holy Maiden', he did not get promoted. Instead, he promoted his cronies and firmly controlled most of the Holy Church's armed forces.

He then proposed two search plans, targeting the old guard of power!

Now they've gone directly to their doorstep, catching the numerous powerful figures 'plotting' in the act.

"What am I doing?"

Faced with the angry questioning of a group of powerful figures, the major general calmly snapped his fingers.

The adjutant behind him handed over the document. As the major general opened it, a sharp-eyed nobleman glanced at the document and his expression changed.

"Let me read it to you,"

“.阿美利加的社保机构支付的老人福利中，包含了140万名年龄150岁的‘长寿者’，12万名年龄160多岁的‘古老者’，数万名180岁到200岁的”

"By the way, the oldest person among them has lived for 360 years, which is even longer than the history of America."

He waved the documents in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the powerful figures before him; wherever his gaze fell, they all lowered their heads and avoided his eyes.

"Gentlemen, it turns out that we Americans have possessed 'extraordinary power' for hundreds of years."

The major general handed the document to his adjutant behind him, his face cold and hard as he questioned:
Why am I only finding out now?

"America is under invasion by the Burning Legion, so why haven't these ancient superhumans shown themselves yet?"

"They have been receiving welfare funds from America for over a century; shouldn't they stand up now, both morally and logically?"

Faced with the major general's stern questioning, the group of powerful figures were speechless.

Before The Extraordinary, America certainly didn't have so many 'long-lived' creatures.

The names of these elderly people exist only in documents and computers, but not in reality; just like Nikolai Gogol's "Dead Souls" two hundred years ago, these dead people are a huge fortune.

Unlike the stingy conman in Dead Souls, the ones manipulating these 'dead' now are well-dressed and powerful people!

As long as these names exist, the powerful and wealthy can legitimately pocket America's tax revenue; a clean, legal, and inexhaustible family fortune.
"Don't think you're anything special, Darhuan!"

Since we've already torn off all pretense of civility,
The powerful and wealthy are going all out.

"You used the pretext of auditing the accounts to embezzle a large amount of money."

"wrong!"

The major general immediately rejected the accusation made by the person who had spoken.

“The Father in the sea can testify that I did not take a single penny.”

???

Seeing the major general directly invoke the "father of the sea," the group of powerful figures dared not utter a word on the spot.

After all, they are all believers in the 'Father': regardless of their piety, they swear in his name without any regard for his true nature. Do they really think that he is without temper?

"You definitely didn't take the money,"

After a long pause, an old man slowly spoke.

His family has been part of America's rise to prominence for almost as long as it exists; they are truly the oldest of the old money, with their lineage traceable back to the Mayflower; undoubtedly a blue-blooded aristocracy, and the mainstay of the Bumblebee.

"But you used these assets to bribe and buy off the army—"

"wrong!"

Before the old man could finish speaking, he was interrupted again by the major general.

“Giving money to officers privately is indeed a form of bribery.”

"But if I were to give money to the soldiers who are fighting in a fair and square manner, that would be to benefit the American military!"

? !
Such arrogant words caused the faces of the many dignitaries in the luxurious hall to contort in shock. "You're committing treason!"

"That's our money, our money!!"

Someone finally couldn't hold back any longer and started ripping off their tie and roaring.

"How could you give it to those common soldiers? How dare you—"

Snapped,

A hand gripped the face of the powerful man, squeezing his features and forcing him to swallow the rest of his words.

"First of all, that's American money."

"Secondly, once it's in my hands, I can give it to whomever I want."

"at last--"

Lifting the kicking, powerful figure up, the major general's gaze fell upon the other powerful figures, turning utterly cold.

“I am the Archbishop of the Holy Church,”

"To see me and not to bow is a grave disrespect! You have all committed the sin of apostasy!"

???

"you--"

Suddenly labeled as 'abortionist,' the powerful and wealthy were furious and were about to instinctively refute him.

Bang! !

The door was kicked open with a loud bang, and amidst the clanging and scraping sounds, a group of superhuman soldiers in power armor, belonging to the '1st Airborne Division,' poured into the room; their high-voltage electric batons danced in afterimages as they pounced on these dignitaries.

"Apostates, kneel down immediately!"

"Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

He was shouting those words, but the stun gun was already raining down on him.

"Ah~~"

You cannot.

“I’m from Parliament—”

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

However, the response to the powerful and wealthy was an even more intense barrage of electric batons. Six batons per second was not the limit for superhumans. Under the watchful eyes of the major general, these powerful and wealthy were instantly beaten to a pulp. Even though they were all superhumans, these superhumans who had never even been on a battlefield were so frightened by the sudden shock that they stood frozen in place, worse than pigs.

"Don't kill him!"

The reason for using stun guns was, of course, because it was the major general's request.

“Invite them to the Chelsea Hotel for a visit: and bring our lawyers along, as these people must have a lot to say.”

As numerous superhuman soldiers dragged the dignitaries away like dead dogs, another group of professionals immediately poured in and began searching the entire room, quickly making a discovery:
"Major General, these documents indicate that they have had private contact with 'veterans'."

"Found it, the documents about medical insurance—"

"Major General, this..."

Thump,

One by one, suitcases were carried out by several soldiers.
These soldiers are extraordinary; what allows them to perform the 'hug' action is not simply a matter of weight, but also includes:

Click,

As a suitcase was opened, its golden color instantly drew everyone's attention.

gold!

This golden metal,
The love for it is almost etched into the genes of every country and every person.

"Ah,"

With a soft laugh, the major general picked up a gold bar.

"Federal gold reserves?"

The letters engraved on the gold bars indicate that they should have been lying in the American Federal Treasury; but now, they have appeared in the homes of the powerful and wealthy.

"I wonder how much is left in that vault?"

That's right!

It's not just about social security funds,

Even the gold in the American Federal Treasury has long existed only on paper.

Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared.

"These damned insects!"

The adjutant gritted his teeth. With these guys around, how could America possibly be great?

"So we have to clean these guys up."

Saying,

The major general pulled a handful of gold bars from his briefcase.

"Gentlemen, come here, come here."

?

Amidst the puzzled expressions of the many soldiers who had stopped working and the experts, the major general tapped the gold bar in his hand, producing a pleasant sound.

"Come on, one for each of you."

? !
"Ah this."

"What's this? Consider it overtime pay. Don't you want it?"

Upon hearing the major general's words, both soldiers and experts nodded frantically.

Yes!
of course yes!
This is gold.
In these chaotic times, it is more resilient than any banknote or data in a bank.

"Here, take it."

After distributing one to each person, the major general grabbed another handful and turned around.

"This one is yours."

"Major General, I—"

Although the adjutant was extremely loyal, his conscience made him instinctively refuse.

"Take it if I tell you to. If you don't want it, what about your wife and children? Are you going to make them spend your meager salary?"

After saying that, he stuffed it directly into the adjutant's pocket without further ado.

".yes!"

The adjutant lowered his eyes.

Perhaps Your Excellency is not so 'righteous', but what does it matter?
Following such a boss,
Even if it means fighting in hell, it's worth it!

(End of this chapter)