Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 370 The Secret of God's Plan: Freddy's Shadow

Just as everything was getting on track for Louis.

The American political center, which has suffered heavy losses and even had its current president forced to resign, is now launching a series of actions.

Washington, D.C., the White House.

George, the new president who was temporarily appointed as a substitute due to the substitute rule, is an elderly white elite with blond hair and medium build.

Looking at the reports in his hands, his face was grim, and he felt as if the sky had fallen.

"I feel like I'm the second unluckiest person after Truman."

Truman was an unfortunate man who was forced to take office during World War II due to Roosevelt's sudden death.

The reports in his hand were mostly bad news; every single one of them was asking him for money. What was most unbelievable was that they actually thought he was a fool!

They casually ask for tens of millions of US dollars, and their social welfare and insurance reports are even more bizarre. Although the welfare is very high, there are only about 300 million people. How could the expenditure on welfare and social insurance suddenly increase so much?

how?

Suddenly there are hundreds more centenarians?

"Fuck! I was the deputy president before, do you think I'm a political novice?!"

Bang!

George angrily pushed the report in his hand away.

He understood that this was a test by his subordinates after his sudden rise to power. If he couldn't hold onto power, they would take it away from him.

A leadership position does not mean one can control everything.

Ultimately, it all comes down to whether a person has the ability to utilize that position.

But here's the problem: he's at a loss, lacks prestige, and the Cano family, a major anomaly, has emerged in the country...

"On the bright side, at least the bad things were all taken care of by my ex, so as long as I achieve something, I can stand out from the crowd."

George comforted himself with this thought, and took the report back, but his eyes narrowed instantly when he glanced at the documents related to the Sacrifice Administration.

"We really need to pay attention to this aspect."

soon.

A one-armed figure strode in with firm steps.

"Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief!"

"Hello, Director Smith, congratulations on waking up from your coma." George looked at Smith with a slight smile on his face.

“It is an honor to see you again, President.” Smith bowed slightly.

"Alright, have a seat. Enough with the small talk. Now that you're awake, I think you should have a better understanding of the current situation. Tell me, what do you think the Management Bureau should do next?"

George twirled the pen in his hand and asked this question.

Smith sat down opposite him, took a deep breath, and said directly, "President, I think we must fully support the God Plan!"

Seeing that George didn't speak, Smith continued.

"This incident was caused by the Bureau's mistake. They failed to decisively and forcefully strike before the opponent ascended to godhood, which led to the opponent's ascension and caused a great disaster."

"To the point that Florida was ceded."

"This is a disgrace, and we must reclaim it and defend the lighthouse's glory once more!" Smith said emotionally.

George neither confirmed nor denied this.

Seeing this, Smith also dropped his lecturing posture.

"Gods are not invincible. They must have their own concerns. Otherwise, it wouldn't be as simple as just wanting a state. Not to mention anything else, the Vatican alone has the means to summon angels. You also know about our Weapon Zero; it's not impossible for it to kill gods..."

At this point, Smith observed George's expression and noticed that he seemed somewhat interested and did not intend to stop him from continuing. He felt much more at ease.

"But now the Bureau has suffered serious losses of artifacts, especially the No. 1 sequence weapon. Of the only two god-slaying weapons, only No. 0 remains. If the attack fails, it could easily lead to disaster. Moreover, that new god only wants a state now, but what about the future? That's uncertain. In the future, will this place be America or His divine kingdom?"
Therefore, we must expedite God's plan and create a sufficiently perfect 'God' so that He can use Zero to destroy God!

"Moreover, the God Project can also help our country truly become the sole hegemon of this planet and eliminate all calamities."

“And all you need to do is give me a little more funding…” Smith rubbed two fingers together.

George's eyes gradually deepened.

The time for a decision has come.

His rise to power was due to the previous leader suffering an undeserved calamity and being implicated by that new god, which allowed him to seize power by chance. Logically speaking, having witnessed the other party's power and even using it to rise to power, he should be grateful to the other party.

But in fact...

George did not thank the new god.

On the contrary, he was wary of the new god's attitude because he knew how his predecessor had been unjustly removed from office, and this was merely a show of force by the other party.

What if it were you?
Isn't it the same?

Most importantly, the new god already has an existing force under his command, and even if one were to submit to him, it would result in significant losses. Moreover, this new god has a very aloof attitude, so...

Since we have the ability to resist, let's give it a try.

George could no longer suppress the restlessness in his heart.

"Now, tell me your detailed plan."

Smith smiled and began to explain in detail his God's plan.

"Several PhDs have already made some progress, but due to differences in their reference objects and directions, they have now mainly diverged into two paths."

"One option is to continue down the genetic route. Genes are the building blocks of God's creation. The moment we can program freely, we will have the right to build with those building blocks."

By combining and programming genes, the most perfect genes are sought from the blood of monsters and divine offspring. These genes are then used as building blocks to integrate into the human body, constructing the body of a deity.

Genes are the most precious treasure of all life on earth.

All life activities can be attributed to genes. Organisms exhibit differences because of genes; organisms possess varying abilities because of genes; even individual humans have different habits, IQs, and hereditary diseases, all because of genes…

Everything in life is driven by genes.

Moreover, what life ultimately preserves and continues to exist is often just a string of genes, nothing else.

What if we could use genetic programming to make dwarfs grow taller, cure leukemia, and turn ugly people into handsome men...?

In theory, the combination of countless superior genes would give birth to a truly perfect organism.

This is gene programming.

This is God's plan.

A special program that has been in place since the appearance of Dolly the cloned sheep.

"The plan in this direction has already shown initial results. Dr. Ono is already conducting human fusion experiments. I believe that as long as there is sufficient funding, there will be new progress soon."

"So fast? Don't we need to do more experiments?" George asked.

"Dr. Ono's research institute has conducted many experiments in recent years, including gene fusion between monsters, gene fusion between monsters and animals, gene fusion between humans and animals... They have done all of these, and have a number of experimental subjects that can exist stably and are being kept in the laboratory."

"Now all that's left is the fusion of human and monster genes," Smith explained in detail.

“Okay, let’s continue.” George nodded, having a better idea of what to do.

"The other reason is the special creature that was previously discovered in Antarctica. Using it as a sample, the doctors plan to turn it into the most terrifying biological weapon, or rather, the ultimate weapon."

George was taken aback. "You mean, that thing that looks like an alien?"

"Yes, the research institute downstairs has already discovered some of the creature's characteristics and called it—The Thing!"

"According to research, it has been found to have the ability to mimic genes. It can instantly integrate into biological tissues as soon as it comes into contact with them. The more organisms there are, the faster it can spread. Furthermore, these infected organisms can fuse together, greatly increasing their strength. It can be said to be a very terrifying creature."

"Fortunately, it has weak resistance to holy water and some magical methods, otherwise we would probably find it difficult to study it."

"By studying the characteristics of the freak, the goal is to create an ultimate weapon that can resurrect infinitely, fuse infinitely, regenerate infinitely, possess super strength and super speed, and has no self-awareness, being completely controllable!" Smith laughed.

He's done a lot of research these past few days to keep his position, and he specifically went down to find out all this information.

Ensure accuracy.

As for whether he's as powerful as he claims?

Well, in order to keep his position, he also needs to engage in some commercial hype...

Across from him, George licked his lips, his heart pounding.

God's plan has two branches: a new human being, and even the creation of a divine body.

A biological weapon, or even the ultimate weapon.

They all gave him hope of defeating the gods.

If it can be successful.

I'll probably become the greatest president, surpassing even Roosevelt.
At that time, would it be possible to extend one's position indefinitely for life?
The thought of this.

His breathing became heavy.

"it is good."

"I will allocate a portion of the funds to the management bureau for operating expenses."

"But you need to understand that you don't have a second chance. Also, the director needs to be replaced. Bring up your candidate in advance so he can get used to the job."

Smith's face stiffened, and he obediently nodded in agreement.

He had no choice. In any case, his previous mistakes of incompetence could not be erased. Allowing him to finish this last task was already giving him face.

But this is for the best. As the executor of the plan, he will be remembered by history. After retiring, he might as well run for other high positions, or even...

He glanced at George.

Quickly bow your head.

"Yes, my candidate has been chosen, and it is Robert, the current diplomat stationed in France."

"Okay, I'll issue the transfer order. Go find the person."

"Yes, Commander-in-Chief."

"Is there anything else now?" George asked, though he was actually trying to get rid of him.

But Smith did indeed need help.

"Because the experiment requires some special organisms and special experiments, it requires some rather unusual permissions, what do you think?"

"Hmm?" George gave him a wary look. "Don't you dare do any biochemical experiments and cause a city-wide infection."

"No, no, it's not that serious."

"That's right, some special agencies under the Bureau need to capture certain special creatures, such as Yetis and witches. As for the experiments, it's because we have a collaboration with Watershed Corporation. Their recent research results are somewhat helpful to Project God, so we need to invest in them..."

After the explanation, George understood the situation and, after a moment's hesitation, nodded.

"I can grant you this permission, but you must use it with caution."

"Yes, Your Excellency, rest assured."

Smith then quickly went outside.

During the conversation, both of them tacitly avoided mentioning Louis's name, instead referring to him as "that man" or "the new god."

After he leaves.

George sat in the chair, gazing at the scenery outside the window, somewhat lost in thought.

And in a landscape painting on the wall.

A four-winged figure, exuding an aura of languor, chuckled to himself. He lay lazily in the painting, watching the scene with amusement in his eyes.

A wisp of black energy emanated from his fingertips, connecting with Smith and George.

Meanwhile, somewhere underground in the White House, a gun that was only one-third the size of its original size was placed there, faintly emitting a glow, helping to resist this force.

But that's human nature...

……

In a certain city.

As the girl walked down the street, Freddy's voice echoed faintly in her mind.

"Come on, my dear daughter, hurry up and leave this place. I sense a very unsettling atmosphere; we must leave this city."

"Okay, Dad."

The girl lifted her backpack and headed towards the train station.

And behind her.

It is a television station.

Soon, a piercing scream came from the TV station, and a backstage staff member who had come to relieve the shift ran out with blood all over his hands.

"Help! Help! Someone's dead!!!"

Soon, police cars arrived with sirens blaring.

But by then everyone inside was dead.

The death was extremely miserable.

It looks like they were all suicides.

Because they were all experts at it, they strangled themselves to death.

But this is simply impossible!
Because a person cannot strangle themselves! That doesn't go against their bodily instincts!

Clearly, mystical forces are involved. The cordon is set up, and they are waiting for the arrival of either Bureau personnel or members of the newly established Church of Apocalypse.

And at this time.

Freddy and the girl had already left the city by train.

On the train.

In the box.

The girl gently stroked the backpack, unzipped it, and revealed a thick book inside.

"Oh ho ho!"

"The Necronomicon! I finally got it! It was worth spending so much time at this damn TV station."

"Now, it's time to take revenge on all our enemies!"

"The Cano family!"

"Damn Jason!"

"Damn Louis Cano!"

"Damn John Constantine!"