Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 360 God's Plan Negotiations Break Down
"Then what do you suggest we do? We can't let this drag on any longer."

"Let me first tell you about the situation in Sugar Hill. Orlando, Florida, has been completely destroyed, and the surrounding areas are experiencing frequent earthquakes. There have been several protests, and a large number of police officers have been used to control the crowds. If this is not handled properly, Orlando will be ruined. You can calculate the economic losses yourselves."

"In short, I disagree..."

"..."

The noise below was deafening.

The five seats in the very center were completely silent.

The American governor stared at the documents in his hand, rubbing his temples with a headache. He felt like he was losing all his hair. Why was the situation getting worse and worse?

Now, even the carefully prepared sequential weapons have failed, and three of them have failed in a row.

That's the Bureau's strongest weapon besides Zero!
what does this mean?
If this continues, humanity will surely have no hope...

The director thought to himself.

Just then, someone in the crowd below suddenly said, "How about we try Zero?"

One word.

The entire room quickly fell silent.

The American council member immediately glared fiercely down at the person below, causing the fat manager to shrink back, give an awkward smile, and remain silent.

"Humph."

The American council member looked at the electronic projections of the other four people and said, "Gentlemen, I believe you still remember the original purpose of our administration."

The Bureau was originally established along with the United Nations, making it a semi-UN organization. After World War II, it was reorganized along with the United Nations. Due to the increasing number of mystical events, it was tacitly separated by the five permanent members of the UN Security Council to handle global mystical events, suppress the mystical world, and ensure stability in the present world.

Of course, ideals are beautiful, but reality is harsh.

For various reasons, such as the decline of a certain troublemaking country, the bipolar confrontation of the Cold War, and the hegemonic ambitions of the United States, the globalization of the Administration has only been partially completed, with the rest remaining on paper.

However, no matter what, this is indeed the largest anti-mystical organization that humanity has ever faced.

Just like the United Nations, which nominally represents all of humanity.

The four men showed little reaction to the American council member's words, appearing somewhat indifferent. The American council member was unsurprised, given that his country had indeed been quite domineering in the past...

He softened his tone, speaking with a hint of pleading.

"Our top three weapon systems are all involved in this incident. Unless we deploy Zero, we really have no way to handle this situation."

"Can you provide any support?"

The Russian council member's lips moved, and he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Fortunately, of the four council members, Britain and France were somewhat accommodating and agreed to provide some support, though of course, at a price.

Finally, the four board members asked the American board member what to do next with the candy mountain.

The American council member sighed. "I plan to send some people over to investigate first, to see if we can resolve this peacefully, or turn it into a new restricted area. We can tolerate fulfilling some of their conditions each year. If all else fails, in the end, we'll have to use Zero."

His tone sounded helpless, yet he was full of confidence in the so-called Zero.

The other four directors did not object, but nodded in agreement.

Wait until the meeting is over.

The American council member stared at the disappearing electronic projection, gripped his water glass tightly, and banged it!

It was slammed onto the table.

He looked down at the twenty-odd people below.

"Now, send someone to Orlando. I need to know everything about Sugar Hill. Oh, and send the negotiation master."

"Also, prepare to activate Zero."

The group of people quickly retreated.

After everyone had left, the American director took out a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a deep smoke ring.

The increasing workload left him feeling exhausted.

Sometimes he would think that perhaps it was time to find a successor. This special position required accurate judgment and the ability to persuade others to provide funding, as well as a high political standing.

Upon closer examination, there aren't actually many suitable candidates.

He only had three or four candidates in mind.

“I remember… Robert is still a diplomat, right? He had a child a couple of years ago and now he has a happy family. Why don’t you ask him?”

As he pondered this, the director shook out the cigarette in his hand, lay back in his chair, and couldn't help but think about the Candy Hill matter.

Now is the peak of America's power, and the council members truly believe that America is a beacon of human civilization.

And now, even the Lighthouse's strongest measures are almost useless. Isn't humanity doomed?

No.

For all mankind, for America.

That plan needs to be expedited!
The director's eyes hardened, and he took out his phone and began dialing several secret numbers.

Phone calls to several military generals, the heads of several leading Jewish capitalist families, a professor from a certain laboratory…

“Yes, General Logan, I understand. I will oversee the God's Plan, but regarding funding, I hope…”

"You Rothschild family had better behave yourselves like the Guggenheim family. You should also tone down that Watershed company you created. And the God Project needs to be expedited. Otherwise, you know the consequences."

"Doctor, I hope you understand that God's plan will only end the famine in your hometown if it succeeds; otherwise, no country would spend such a huge sum of money on this kind of charity..."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, the director rubbed his temples.

Yes, he knew about Watershed Corporation, or rather, most large organizations are impossible for official agencies not to know about.

He not only knew about it, but he also contributed to the formation of the company.

The Watershed Company is largely composed of Jewish capitalists and emerging industry capitalists, whose main purpose, of course, is to extend the lifespan of the wealthy or prevent them from going to hell.

However, the fact that Watershed Corporation could exist so openly naturally meant that it had obtained permission from higher authorities. In exchange, Watershed Corporation would execute a plan for the Administration and provide assistance to the Administration on a daily basis, as well as share some research results.

And that plan was called—the God Plan.

A special plan to better combat the mystical side, deal with those monsters, and ensure the status of humanity.

Of course, in this process, America becoming the world's superpower was incidental, natural, and "insignificant"...

However, God's plan is progressing with great difficulty. The genes of the "research material" are so complex that only a portion of the first phase has been completed so far.

The lengthy research process even made the board members irritable, leading them to issue another stern urging in their anxiety.

"I hope it's not too late."

Then, the director took a deep breath.

Waiting for the negotiators to bring back news.

This will determine what the administration should do next.

Is it war? Or peace?

……

No one knew the anxiety of the American council members.

Louis, on the Candy Hill side, just found it funny.

Candy Hill Base.

Louis sat at the head of the hall, his long, jet-black hair cascading casually down his back. Despite lacking any semblance of decorum, he exuded an indescribable aura of authority and beauty. So much so that the master negotiator below couldn't utter a word—in fact, this was already quite lenient; the rest of his entourage were already kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

That's how it is for ordinary people; even though Louis tried his best to conceal his divine power, mortals still cannot face the gods directly.

Apart from the master negotiator, the careers of the remaining members of the entourage were ruined; as secret agents, their spirits had been broken.

Watching this scene, Louis shook his head slightly, finding it amusing.

So you still want to negotiate with Him?

Ha ha.

The negotiation master gritted his teeth, crushed a mechanism in his mouth, and poured a mixture of potent stimulant and holy water into his body, allowing him to barely lift his head.

He still dared not look directly at Louis, but instead looked at the chair below.

“Respected God, I have come because of the previous misunderstanding. I know that no matter what I say, I cannot change the fact that I have offended you.”

“But what has happened has already occurred, please allow us to atone for our sins and show your mercy.”

The negotiation master is very smart.

He knew it the moment he walked in.

wrong.

Everything was wrong.

The mistakes are quite egregious.

They even discussed not wanting Candy Mountain to become a restricted area—ha, there's a living god sitting in there! Let's consider whether we can keep them in check first!
He couldn't be wrong. As a professionally trained negotiation master by the Administration, he had studied a lot of esoteric knowledge, including things related to gods. So he was certain that this was a god!

and so.

He immediately changed his approach and became humble and subservient.

Look at this interesting guy.

Louis glanced at him and instantly understood his soul and the deepest thoughts in his heart.

Forbidden zones, deities, negotiations...

The news that an ancient god existed in the forbidden zone caught Louis's attention, especially the fact that the Bureau of Justice chose to actively sacrifice the so-called forbidden zone and provide it with blood offerings. This kind of behavior, typical of those in a subordinate position, made Louis feel somewhat strange.

As for the rest, this negotiation master's status is still somewhat low, and I don't know much about him.

Louis looked at the valiant negotiator.

“Go back and tell your board members to get rid of all those people or families who have dealt with the Cano family, and then withdraw all personnel from the Florida administration.”

"This place is mine from now on."

"that's it."

Done.

Without wasting any more words with this mortal, Louis simply vanished.

He is very busy.

The divine power crystals left behind by the clown demon and other otherworldly beings, the placement of the five major and minor demons, the construction of the altar, the familiarity with divine power, the mysteries of bloodlines, and meetings with family members and David, among others...

Too much is too much.

I don't have time to waste words with him.

Watching Louis leave, the negotiation master was somewhat stunned, but quickly recovered, bowed respectfully in thanks, and immediately led his entourage out.

Then I immediately started calling the board members to report.

This is something he cannot handle, nor can it be delayed; he must report it as soon as possible.

"Director, good news..."

"...Take them all out and give them an explanation...Withdraw all the bureau's personnel in Florida; He said this place is now His..."

"...That's the situation, and I think it's acceptable. Director, you don't know, He..."

At that moment, the director on the other end of the line, who had received a call thinking it was good news, froze instantly.

Killing so many capitalists and officials, and then taking over Florida—you call this good news?!
Even the forbidden zones where ancient gods reside aren't this outrageous!
"Director, this is truly good news. I must remind you that he is a real deity walking on the earth. Although I do not yet know his name, he is certainly not a minor god, nor is he an existence that can be easily dealt with. Please consider this carefully."

"It's really good news that we can use these conditions to quell their anger." The negotiation master was still trying to persuade the council members.

pity.

The difference in their perspectives prevented them from understanding each other.

The director's eyes were filled with anger as he gritted his teeth and said, "You don't need to say anything more. I can't do such a thing. I don't have that right, and even if I did, I wouldn't do it."

"The rights given to me by the entire American people will absolutely not allow me to do such a thing!"

"Not even a god!"

"Come back."

Snapped!
The phone hangs up.

The negotiation expert stared blankly at his phone, then sadly put it down. After a long while, he suddenly ran off, leaving everyone behind, and headed to the airport to buy a ticket to a foreign country.

He's not going back.

Next, something not so good is likely to happen.

People must learn to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

……

At this moment, Louis, who was struggling to control his own power in the base, suddenly smiled slightly and murmured, "He's quite a smart man."

"Fine, I'll spare your life."

He then stopped what he was doing, turned his head, and his black hair, which was draped behind him, rose up without wind. A deep gray glint appeared in his eyes.

The body slowly floated upwards into the sky.

A grey robe fluttered, and a crown appeared.

Louis gazed indifferently in the direction of Washington.

If you're unwilling to pay the price, then you can only suffer.

Perfect, let some people experience the power of God so they can see reality clearly.

just now.

Cleaning, begin.

hum! ! !
The immense and unparalleled majesty of the gods was unleashed at this moment, like the ocean descending from the sky, with surging waves and rolling torrents, leaving anyone caught in its current with nothing but helpless prayers.

In the sky, the wind and clouds changed color.

In just a moment, dark clouds gathered overhead, thunder roared, and a dark cloud pressed down on the city, threatening to destroy it.

At this moment, Louis, suspended in mid-air, appears from afar as merely a small black dot, yet he possesses an unparalleled presence, drawing everyone's gaze in his direction to feel his immense power and awe-inspiring majesty.

Louis held up his finger.

The perfect proportions give the fingers a unique beauty, and it is this very finger that gently taps in the air.

A drop of gray divine power instantly merged into the void, causing ripples to spread across the void as it headed towards the designated location.

Divine punishment is imminent!

(End of this chapter)