Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 83 Chapter 081 Gluttonous Feast
Xu Zhenqing quietly watched the head of the Yamata no Orochi being shot off. He joined the game not to show off, but to provide a script for his future plan to gain the power of faith.

After that, we will take away Japan's 2D animation talents and China's 3D animation talents. We must grasp both and make both hands strong.

He waved his hand to recall the jade belt, and casually gathered his scattered long hair. The rattle in his hand made a "clang clang" sound, and the righteous energy in his body was drawn in. Bo Gang slapped him with his backhand.

Looking at the palm that covered the sky, the Black Water Suit turned into a spear, which was tightly held in Xu Zhenqing's hand. He threw it with all his strength, and it turned into a meteor that pierced Bo Gang's palm.

Lu Shu in the distance was a little confused. Even the dragon blast couldn't break the defense, so Xu Zhenqing could just shoot with a spear?
In fact, it is not the case. The belief attached to this gun is the key. Xu Zhenqing firmly believes that there is no absolute defense on the earth. At the critical moment, he breaks through the earth's limit on strength and reaches the level of saintly weakness capture.

With the thunder knife in hand, Xu Zhenqing stepped on the opponent's arm without waiting for Bo Gang to react. The power of light and shadow combined to become a means of controlling time. In that instant, Xu Zhenqing swung the knife a million times, each knife was a full-strength attack, and then all the attacks became one attack, and Bo Gang was beheaded alive.

Xu Zhenqing was panting with beads of sweat on his forehead. He almost died of exhaustion during his "imprisonment". Fortunately, the results were gratifying. A little man less than two meters tall beheaded a four-hundred-meter-tall behemoth, which was undoubtedly extremely shocking.

Green blood dripped into a lake, and a head as big as a Ferris wheel rolled to the ground, leaving a straight ravine. Bo Gang's body fell to the ground, and the air wave knocked down a building.

The magic was ready, and a beam of light shot out, turning into a green gate of hell, absorbing Bogang in. The whole process was smooth and peaceful.

The camera behind me has recorded the highlight moment.

The satellites in the sky were actually recording the entire incident. Various information was known to the heads of state of various countries, and think tanks were constantly analyzing and interpreting it. He was originally just a puppet chairman, but now his power has forced all major countries to take it seriously.

The Lord of Biyou Palace, who was in a meeting in the capital, looked dazed after seeing this video. The kid who called him "senior" at the time turned out to be a giant beast disguised as a little white rabbit.

Anyway, the Lord of Biyou Palace has made up his mind not to meet Xu Zhenqing, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to call him "senior" when the time comes.

After asking his new disciple Ma Xianhong to handle the official business at hand, the master of Biyou Palace decided to find a place to calm down.

The Nordic goddess gripped the golden spear tightly, wondering if she could launch such an attack. Thinking that she seemed to have offended the other party, she also decided not to see Xu Zhenqing again to avoid being beaten.

The golden toad in Southeast Asia remained indifferent, kneeling quietly in front of the statue of Sakyamuni Buddha and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

The one who really ignored Xu Zhenqing was the always elegant old leader of the Vatican. He was talking to the leader of the Catholic Church in another space and believed that only the Holy Church could take action, and Xu Zhenqing was just a jumping clown and could not withstand a single blow.

Meanwhile, the North American supernatural world was undergoing earth-shaking changes. The situation where the True Bishop was the only one in power was suppressed, and many people were denouncing the True Bishop Saint.

However, Xu Zhenqing didn't care much about these things. Previously, because the Federal Reserve raised interest rates, it drained liquidity from countries around the world, causing domestic recession, which benefited the United States. Now it is estimated that in a period of time, there will be two billion souls in the world that need to be infected, so the interest rate must be lowered, and the interest rate must be lowered sharply to allow the US dollar to fly to the world.

Of course, there are still many countries where the US dollar doesn't circulate internally, but these countries have plenty of ways to obtain food, and since the number of deaths isn't that high anyway, replacing the US dollar with ghost gold and limiting the maximum amount each person can purchase is better than nothing. After the interest rate cut, the US can reap the remaining wealth of the American people, squeezing out another four to five trillion US dollars, more than enough to wait for marine life to counterattack the continent, cutting off global shipping and completely abandoning the Americas, devouring them alive.

Xu Zhenqing was already thinking about whether to establish the Second United States of America or the American Republic after the demise of the United States of America.

On the surface, it seems that various people are attacking the true bishop, but the American government has been completely infiltrated by just taking over someone else's body. The remaining ones who have not been infiltrated are all future sacrifices, and they are just consumables used to give an explanation to the American people.

The collapse of 35 trillion U.S. debt will definitely make the whole world boil, hegemony will fall, and the power vacuum will bring endless wars. Under the smoke of war, the infection rate of "terror" memes will only be faster.

It is for this moment that it was estimated that it would take 20 to 30 years to infect the world, but now it only takes two to three years. This is the charm of leveraging order.

The Federal Reserve, located in Washington, D.C., also known as the Federal Reserve System, is the core financial management agency of the United States. It consists of the Federal Reserve Board in Washington, D.C. and 12 regional Federal Reserve Banks located in major cities across the country.

Jerome Powell, the current top official of the Federal Reserve and chairman of the Federal Reserve Committee, is in a state of panic. He has vaguely felt that there is something different about his colleagues.

But when someone proposed a rate cut and most people acquiesced, Jerome Powell wanted to commit suicide, not because of patriotism, but because his assets had not yet been realized.

"You are committing treason, naked treason."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're not at the brink yet. Why are you rushing to commit suicide? I don't understand. You are all the smartest minds in America. Our interests are clearly aligned. I know some may be scared, but we're not at the most desperate moment yet. We still have the ability to save this country."

Jerome Powell was dressed in a suit and tie. Hodge stood up and gave a speech in the most friendly manner in his life, trying to win back the hearts of his colleagues.

The America in this world is different from the America in Xu Zhenqing's world. This world has ready-made virtual reality technology. As long as they raise interest rates and hold on a little longer, and wait until the virtual level reaches the civilian level, they can continue to play the game of harvesting the world.

In a word, as long as we hold back and don't cut interest rates, everything will be fine.

However, others just watched Jerome Powell's monkey show with a dead face. Xu Zhenqing wanted the US debt to default. They believed in God, so they naturally had to support him with all their strength, regardless of whether it was good or bad, and without asking the reason.

Seeing these expressions, Jerome Powell grabbed his hair in pain. No matter how smart he was, it was impossible for him to change anything with the tacit consent of all American elites. At this moment, his heart was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness.

This old man from America's golden age has already foreseen America's bleak future, and the American dream will always be just a dream.

(End of this chapter)