Zuo Dao Becomes a God Starting from American Horror

Chapter 402 Ominous Sign

The child looked to be only four or five years old, with innocent eyes, soft facial features, and a slightly chubby face, giving him a cute yet handsome appearance.

However, when the gaze turned to Mary Sue, that innocent-looking eye suddenly changed its expression.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Only you?"

The voice was childish, yet it terrified Mary Sue, causing her to kneel down. "Your Highness, I was..."

After briefly recounting his past, Damian turned his gaze away, took a few quick steps and walked straight towards the room without saying another word or glancing at Mary Sue.

Mary Sue breathed a sigh of relief after Damian left.

Half a day later, a maid appeared in the villa, responsible for cleaning and taking care of Damian.

However, that very night, Mary Sue arrived at Damian's room and quietly performed a strange prayer ritual, while the crucifix that Robert had specially brought back in the hallway remained unresponsive.

in the room.

While holding her son and talking to her husband on the phone, Catherine suddenly felt a chill down her spine. She looked around and saw that the doors and windows were all closed, but she didn't find anything unusual.

Just then, she heard her husband's voice on the other end of the phone and quickly replied, "It's nothing, I was just a little cold. How are you doing there? Can you come back in a couple of days?"

On the other end of the phone.

With bloodshot eyes and an oily face, Robert, who clearly had been staying up late for a long time, pursed his lips. "I'm sorry, Catherine, I may not be able to get back in time. This has been a terrible situation."

"That guy, Bin Laden, actually dared to do something like this!"

"Conservative estimates suggest that at least a thousand people will die this time..."

It happened at 8:46 this morning.

Flight 11, which took off from Boston, crashed directly into the World Trade Center in Los Angeles.

That's an airplane!
This was absolutely a horrific air disaster!

And that wasn't all; just over ten minutes later, two more planes struck the target.

One is on the other side of the World Trade Center, and the other is directly opposite the Pentagon!

That's the Ministry of National Defense!

The successive attacks by aircraft, targeting important economic and political buildings, have undoubtedly caused significant impact.

It's already night, and various departments in Washington are still working around the clock. All holidays have been canceled, especially the police department and the National Guard, which are fully armed and on high alert.

All that's missing is to bring in the army.

Robert, the director of the administration, was originally unrelated to him, but based on the skeletal remains found in some of the aircraft wreckage, it was discovered that the mysterious forces and the mole were involved.

Therefore, Robert is naturally implicated as well, and is currently cooperating with Foller, the CIA, and other departments in the investigation.

As the wife of a high-ranking official, Catherine was naturally politically astute and aware of the importance of this matter, but she was still somewhat disappointed.

"Okay, remember to take care of yourself, and you'd better go to bed early."

"Okay, I'm going to sleep now. You guys should get some rest too."

“You don’t need to worry about us. Come on, Damian, say goodnight to your dad.”

Catherine pushed Damian around with a loving smile, and Damian smiled sweetly and said in his childish voice, "Goodnight, Daddy."

"Hey."

On the other end of the phone, Robert had a big smile on his face. Having a happy family was something he was always proud of.

hang up the phone.

Robert looked at his men, who were all using various instruments to examine the so-called wreckage.

"Any clues?"

One of the experts looked up. "Chief, preliminary assessment indicates possession by an evil spirit. In addition, the aura of a sacred object was detected, most likely from Laden's side..."

"Alright, stop talking," Robert quickly stopped him.

Robert was fully aware of what the conversation hadn't finished.

This is solid proof that it was Laden who did it.

But there are some things that cannot be said.

It's important to know that Bin Laden, who was born in Afghanistan, was a wealthy man. This wealth extended beyond Afghanistan to the United States, and he maintained good relationships with many American capitalists, including high-ranking political officials such as the Vice President and certain cabinet ministers.

Their relationship is very complex.

Although he has done something so significant that the United States will certainly not let him off the hook, things are not settled yet, so it's best to be cautious.

Robert took a deep breath. "Summarize the clues and I'll write a report and submit it later. Also, tell F.B. and his team that there are spies involved. Let them worry about that."

Then, Robert rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on, and went back to the computer.

Soon, around midnight, more news came back.

"Watfa?!"

Robert shouted in disbelief.

"What do you mean you're short-handed and want to borrow firefighters from our bureau?"

"Impossible, in short, impossible."

"You've recruited so many firefighters, and now you're asking me for manpower? What, do you want me to take the fall?"

"Don't think I don't know what's going on over there. Those parasites have already embezzled the funds. There's simply not enough protective suits and equipment. Sending my people over there now would be suicide. I don't care, figure it out yourself!"

Snapped!
He abruptly hung up the phone.

Robert looked furious.

In the past, everything seemed peaceful and prosperous, as if no trouble would arise. But after a slight setback, they immediately showed their weakness, and all sorts of problems emerged.

Insufficient fire-fighting equipment, building quality issues, intelligence department oversight problems...

Too much is too much.

"It's really just cardboard."

"I wonder how many more years this prosperity can last."

Considering the division of Florida in the south, the Cano Group with its new god, the rise of various politically correct organizations such as LGBT groups, and the fact that this attack will most likely be named after 9/11, along with the Federal Reserve and oil in the Middle East…

Surprisingly, Robert was somewhat pessimistic about the future of the national team, feeling that this prosperity might not last more than a few years.

"Sigh, none of this has anything to do with me."

"I wonder what will happen to those firefighters who were called up; they don't have enough protective equipment..."

Thick smoke can be toxic.

Another issue is that the American firefighter system is somewhat flawed. If these recruited firefighters get into an accident, will the insurance company be responsible?
Given the nature of American Insurance Company...

Robert slowly shook his head.

The more I think about it, the more my head aches.

Gradually, Robert fell into a deep sleep.

……

A few days passed.

This incident has now completely escalated.

The American people, who had just suffered from the poisoning of cosmetics such as Perfection, had barely caught their breath when this horrific attack occurred.

It's like pouring oil on a fire.

It instantly turned into an explosive combustion.

People across the country are now taking to the streets to protest, accusing the government of inaction and irresponsibility, and demanding that someone be held accountable for these issues...

It caused quite a stir.

After several days of development, the protesters gradually came to express several demands.

First, we must deal with the companies that developed harmful substances such as "perfect substances" and compensate the victims.

Secondly, the terrorist attack needs to be explained and addressed, and the victims must receive compensation. These two points are the core issues; everything else is secondary.

Don't underestimate this big march. Unlike the previous marches where the poor spontaneously waited for their turn, which happened several times a year in every part of America, whether it was about farmland or gender issues, it was nothing to mention.

This massive demonstration was first and foremost nationwide, and secondly, it attracted a large influx of capital in support.

Unfortunately, this incident also greatly damaged their interests, so they took this opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction and make up for their losses.

A march supported by capitalists and a spontaneous march are two different things.

Just like peasant uprisings in ancient Dongguo, simple peasant uprisings are easily suppressed and can only be regarded as bandits and outlaws. However, if they are supported by powerful families, then it is a completely different story.

The US government had no choice but to reluctantly begin to respond actively.

A few days passed.

A statement was issued.

The attack has been definitively classified as a terrorist attack, and it has been announced that an anti-terrorism force will be established to fulfill the duties of the world's police force and combat terrorist organizations.

In particular, the perpetrator of this terrorist attack, bin Laden, based in Afghanistan, has been listed as the number one most wanted criminal.

Counter-terrorism forces will be dispatched to Afghanistan soon to conduct counter-terrorism operations.

Regarding compensation, the authorities will provide relief.

This statement represents a resolution, and public opinion has cooled down somewhat.

As for the Watershed Company, the Ministry of Commerce issued some mild reprimands and orders for compensation.

They all sound like official jargon.

However, in reality, the major sharks in the stock market have already begun to besiege these companies, attempting to tear off large chunks of flesh from them and chew them up.

This led to the emergence of a solution.

The situation gradually calmed down in various places.

But firefighters who were still dealing with several large fires also began to collapse one after another, though no one noticed.

……

A few days later.

It's almost the end of September.

Washington, D.C., at Robert's estate.

The decorations here today are quite different, as if children's amusement park rides, trampolines, and other entertainment facilities have been moved here.

There were also many tables on the grass, filled with red wine and various kinds of steak, caviar and other foods. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the big cake.

There were also many colorful ribbons hanging in the courtyard, making it look quite festive.

obviously.

This is a birthday party.

Many men and women dressed in suits and tuxedos appeared here, drinking and chatting together. Of course, everyone who came would first come to Catherine's place to celebrate.

“Oh, little Damian is so cute now,” Smith, who had just arrived, exclaimed.

Catherine hugged Damian, a graceful smile on her face. "Thank you."

"Damian, say hello to Uncle Smith."

Damian gave a childlike smile and waved his little hand at Smith.

Smith's smile widened even more.

At this time.

“Mr. Smith, Robert, he…”

Catherine asked with some concern.

She certainly knew about the relationship between Smith and her husband, which was why she was asking Smith now.

Smith put down his glass. "Don't worry, Robert has almost finished taking care of things. Now... well, he should be back soon."

"Back?" Catherine asked, her face beaming with delight.

"Yes, he's been like this these past two days..."

As the two were talking, they were completely unaware that Damian, in Catherine's arms, was looking in one direction.

On the lush green grass, there was a small grove of trees, where a rather sturdy black dog, or perhaps a Rottweiler, was panting with its tongue lolling out, its eyes fixed intently on Damian.

Damian smiled, raised his hand, and shook it.

The black dog immediately shifted its gaze to a maid who was walking around the banquet.

The maid froze, her eyes glazed over, then became frenzied and excited. She put down her plate, ignored the other maids' waving, and strode toward the villa.

Just then, Mary Sue, one of the maids, was also there. She was startled by the scene, turned her gaze, saw the black dog, and quickly lowered her head.

She knew what was about to happen, and her eyes were filled with excitement, as if she were celebrating the imminent birth of a noble person.

at this time.

crunch--

A loud screech of tires hitting the pavement followed as the vehicle came to a stop in front of the villa.

Robert hurried downstairs and, seeing Catherine in the distance, ran up to her, smiling and greeting her.

"Robert!"

"Catherine!"

The two were excited and filled with joy.

then……

boom!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

A piercing scream shattered what was supposed to be a romantic meeting.

Look up.

A female corpse dressed in a maid's outfit was hanging from the roof, swaying from side to side like a pendulum in a clock, with one end of a rope wrapped around her neck and the other end wrapped around the roof.

Below is the glass she smashed; it was precisely because she smashed the glass that she attracted so much attention.

Everyone present was stunned by the scene, and a few people with children were already crying.

As the corpse swayed back and forth like a pendulum, all the festive atmosphere vanished, leaving only terror and tension.

Robert rushed to his wife and children, embracing them and offering comfort.

He stared at the maid's corpse with a solemn expression.

At this time.

A hand suddenly poked his arm; it was Smith, and his eyes looked strange.

Follow the gaze.

He noticed that his son Damian, who was in his wife's arms, was actually smiling!
It was as if they had seen something interesting.

They showed absolutely no fear that children their age should have.

He doesn't fit in with the people around him.

As professionals working in the mystical world, perhaps due to their occupational habits, both of them, in the current situation, unanimously thought of some unpleasant things.

Smith shook his head at Robert without making a sound.

Robert didn't respond; instead, he seemed lost in thought.

It was as if she was immersed in some kind of memory.

However, his dazed state did not mean that Smith was also dazed. As the person with the highest status at the scene, he directed everyone to calm down, stabilize the situation, and at the same time dialed the police.

at this time.

The big black dog had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)