Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 222 News Spreads, Movements of All Parties

"Crunch—~"

Amidst a disgusting, twisting, and shattering sound.

The last head, its face contorted in terror, exploded in my hand, splattering juice like a crushed fruit.

After doing all this, Sato hummed a cheerful tune and casually tossed a lump of rotten flesh onto the ground.

He casually tore off a piece of rag from a pile of corpses at his feet and wiped his hands, which were covered in a mixture of pink and white filth.

At the same time, feeling the cold air that had filled most of his body, he couldn't help but squint his eyes comfortably.

After a long while, waiting for the growth within her body to subside, she opened her eyes again.

Looking at his arms, with their distinct joints and taut muscles like steel, he slowly clenched his fist.

"...The power is getting greater and greater."

Since the initial speech assassination, every time a political figure is killed, the increasing cold aura around the body simultaneously strengthens the body to a certain extent.

Today, it is so advanced that even the hardest bones in the human body can be crushed with bare hands without any effort.

However, after so many enhancements, he quickly lost interest in exploring.

Sato paced around the small room, searching for any remaining survivors.

With no results, they could only arrive at the most conspicuous table in disappointment.

As soon as I looked down, I saw a file with a red seal, which was quite conspicuous.

With nothing to do, Sato, who had already cleared the list, was now quite idle.

He pulled over a chair, sat down amidst its creaking sound as it sagged under its weight, and tore open the file folder with great interest.

"Let me see what you lot are up to..."

The first thing you see is a filename header in bold and dark: "Order to Execute Traffic Closure on Roads to and from Beijing and Surrounding Areas"

"...Defense forces will immediately deploy ground troops and establish a three-tiered cordon around the blockade zone, prohibiting any personnel or vehicles from entering or leaving..."

A quick glance reveals a multitude of commands, each containing technical jargon and indicating the scope of the blockade.

Sato was no stranger to these things; he had also witnessed large-scale troop movements when he left the city.

Later, he learned about the lockdown of the city of Kyoto through some news reports.

But now, looking at the file in his hand, with words completely inconsistent with the broadcast, he couldn't help but grin coldly, his tone sarcastic.

"Temporary lockdown? The situation is under control?"

However, the execution time stated in the document is that it will continue to be executed from the date of issuance, and there are also some words such as cutting off the power grid, water gates, and communication networks.

"Ha~ Everyone's armed with live ammunition, so they can violently disperse crowds in a crisis? They really are two-faced..."

As Sato turned page after page of the document in his hands, the shocking instructions on it were truly appalling.

With a rustling sound of pages, he turned to the last page of this thin blockade order.

A "confidentiality agreement" came into view.

Sato glanced at it, quickly skipping over the pedantic and pretentious rhetoric.

My gaze was fixed on the last paragraph, which seemed to have been written by someone in their own personal tone.

"Ministers and electors of the Great Yinghua Empire! The matter of the capital concerns the face of the empire and must not be leaked! To damage international reputation is treason and will not be tolerated!"

"Heh~ This couldn't have been written by that beast, could it?" Sato scoffed after reading the passage.

However, he also fully understood why all this fuss, with its blockades and internet shutdowns, was for.

Although he was not an official and had no experience in management, he could still think of it.

If the affairs of Yinghua Kingdom's capital were to be exposed now, a large number of merchants would likely flee.

Then the surrounding major powers will evacuate their own people, just as they would in war zones.

If this happens, the economy of Yinghua Kingdom will basically be pushed back to what it was ten years ago, or another economic crisis may break out.
As Sato pondered and sorted out the politicians' thoughts, his gaze shifted, and he had an idea.

He stood up directly from the deformed chair, rolled up the file in his hand, and then looked through the various reports spread out on the table.

Soon, they picked out several sheets of paper with illustrations, showing the deployment of defensive lines, the response to the suppression of riots, and information about monster attacks.

He rolled it up with the file in his hand and stuffed it into the pocket of the pants he had just changed into.

Now that the confidentiality agreement has been broken and the Yinghua Cabinet has lost key figures after his assassination attempt, it's only a matter of time before it expires.

In the days that Sato was searching for the last few people on the list, there were already signs of a collapse in the outside world, with protesters and demonstrators seen everywhere on the streets.

After a large number of military and political leaders were assassinated and went missing, some troops that had been deployed into the city also began to collapse.

As for revealing the truth, Sato was happy to push for it. Now all the high-ranking officials have been killed, but some sinister buildings and families remain.

Once the truth is revealed and the situation becomes chaotic, it will be easier for him to take action.

With a plan in mind, Sato walked barefoot to the alloy door embedded in the wall, examined it for a moment, and opened the valves around it.

With a hissing sound of air being released, the heavy iron door, which required several people to move, was slowly pulled open with a creaking sound.

A wave of intense heat washed over them, the air thick with the stench of burning gunpowder, and sparks flew from the ground in various places.

However, Sato was not surprised at all. He simply stepped onto the still-warm ground and the remains of the body, which he could no longer recognize, and walked into the corridor outside the room.

He deliberately set off the explosion, which was a method of infiltration he had figured out over the past few days.

After all, far too many high-ranking officials were terrified and hid like turtles in heavily guarded places.

Fortunately, he discovered a unique characteristic of his body's healing process: when his body breaks apart, it always regenerates from the largest piece as the center.

Just like when you first infiltrate this heavily guarded underground shelter, all you need to do is find the ventilation duct, pour your blood in, and then use a full-scale explosion to completely destroy your body, and it will grow back from the blood.

This method has proven effective time and again. In previous instances, similar methods were used to infiltrate heavily guarded locations, such as through ventilation openings or water pipes.

By this time, Sato had left the area blackened by the explosion and walked through corridors filled with blood and the corpses of guards, into the narrow, dark tunnels of the underground nuclear shelter.

Then, after turning another corner, thankfully, the only elevator was not damaged by the blast wave and could still be used normally.

As the machine creaked and groaned, a few minutes later, the entrance to an underground shelter disguised as an ordinary house on the side of a low hill was reopened.

As the sun rises and shines down, one can also see various vehicles emitting wisps of smoke and the corpses of heavily armed soldiers scattered all over the ground.

Sato paid no attention to his own "masterpieces" and walked straight toward the city.

He pulled a stack of file photos from his pocket, grinned, and muttered to himself.

"Hmm...maybe I should contact a branch office or international correspondent at a foreign company's news agency; they'd probably be very interested in these things..."

……

The next day, that night.

At the top of a skyscraper in downtown New York City, which was recently mysteriously acquired and converted into private property.

Under the full moon high in the night sky, the neon lights of the city below are reflected on the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

Inside, the decor is exquisite, with various shades of brown and gold accents and intricate patterns.

At the classically carved reception table, Ang Lee, with his white hair, red eyes, and pale skin, elegantly held a coffee cup and sipped the specially made liquid inside.

This simple action seemed to put immense pressure on everyone around.

They even held their breath, waiting for the mysterious and powerful saintess who controlled most of the dark side of the United States to finish tasting it.

Until Ang Lee gently placed the cup and saucer with the intricate pattern on the table.

Sitting opposite him, a middle-aged man in a suit, with a slightly receding hairline, asked the question with a nervous expression.

"Lady Lillian, are you... satisfied?"

The tone was cautious and careful.

They were afraid that if they showed the slightest disrespect, they would be torn apart by the figure standing behind the high-backed chair and the bright red pupils in the shadows in the distance.

As the silence grew increasingly oppressive, the bald man in charge of the conversation felt like each day was an eternity.

Finally, the mysterious vampire saintess in her elaborate, classic white dress looked up at the group of government officials sitting opposite her.

Her bright red lips parted slightly, and a clear, melodious voice rang out.

"Very good. As for the collaboration you just mentioned, I think we can consider it." As he spoke, he glanced down at the coffee cup on the table, which was still steaming.

How much of this special coffee can you provide?

As the questioning ended, the politician in a suit, who had been dispatched by the federal government to handle the negotiations, felt a sudden tightness in his chest.

The balding middle-aged man sitting at the head of the group immediately took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the cold sweat that had seeped from his forehead due to nervousness and fear, and hurriedly replied.

"Your Excellency Lillian, this is the latest research result from our research institute. Every 10 grams of this product can be used to replenish 100 milliliters of blood."

"Although we've just passed the research phase, we'll increase production as soon as you need it, to one thousand... no! two thousand kilograms per month!"

He met the gaze of those elegant and indifferent, ruby-clear, scarlet eyes opposite him.

The bald man, who was negotiating, suddenly lost his composure and blurted out his current limit, which was originally intended to be a gradual increase in bargaining power according to negotiation tactics.

At the same time, the deputy standing nearby handed over the prepared documents to Eric, a white-haired man dressed in an elegant medieval butler's uniform, seated to the right of Ang Lee's chair. In the dead silence, the rustling of pages turning continued for a while. Then, the sharp-eyed Eric leaned down and whispered something in Ang Lee's ear.

Then, under the tense gaze of the government officials representing the Federation on the other side, the mysterious vampire saintess nodded slightly and then looked up at them.

"Two thousand kilograms, but it needs to be delivered before the full moon next month. Now let's talk about the assistance you mentioned earlier."

His tone was decisive, leaving no room for negotiation, and his words conveyed an unquestionable authority.

Upon hearing this, the bald Federation agent, who was fidgeting somewhat in the soft, classic high-backed chair, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He exchanged a wry smile with his deputy beside him, but could only nod in agreement. Then, with a respectful expression, he handed over a document with both hands.

He only began to explain quietly when the other person took the document and began to look through it.

"Recently, you should have also received the news that what happened in Yinghua has been reported in several versions in international news, causing quite a stir."

"And the federal government also has corresponding intelligence agencies in that land, so there is more accurate information coming out."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, then waved his hand, and his assistant took out a laptop.

After opening it, it turned around and played a video towards the vampires opposite, while continuing to explain.

"There, at first, appeared a huge, twisted monster that flew in the air, somewhat like a fantasy nightmare."

"Then, the local foolish government chose to block the news and the attacked city, but then something unexpected happened. For some unknown reason, various monsters appeared one after another and spread rapidly."

"Today, it has already occupied three-quarters of the area, with only some small islands far from the main islands surviving."

"The federal government's intention this time is to invite the vampires to accompany the fleet, under the guise of international aid, to accept some valuable technical personnel and collect necessary samples for research."

"After discussions at the highest level of the State Council, it is also planned to use this operation to expand the Federation's international influence, both militarily and in the realm of the supernatural..."

After explaining his purpose for coming in a concise and quick manner, the middle-aged man cautiously raised his eyes to observe the vampire saintess who was constantly flipping through the detailed contents of the report in her hand.

After pausing for a moment and waiting for the other party to have looked around enough, he cautiously asked the question.

"What does Lady Lillian think?"

However, he received no reply and dared not urge them, so he could only wait.

At this moment, Li An was flipping through the detailed information in the report in his hand, looking at the city that had been destroyed and was now a pile of ruins, as well as all sorts of twisted and terrifying monsters.

Although his facial expressions remained unchanged after so long due to his honed control, he couldn't help but feel a surge of shock inside.

This report details the entirety of many events, including the officials' stupidity, the people's suffering, and the monster's terrifying nature.

There are numerous images, and some are playing in a video nearby, which looks like aerial views taken by a drone.

Driven by a sense of human empathy, Ang Lee felt somewhat depressed, but he quickly felt relieved when he thought of the country where the incident occurred.

However, soon, as he flipped through the pages, a satellite aerial map of the entire Kingdom of Yinghua came into view.

Looking at the map, at the country of Xin, which was very close to this land that had become a monster paradise, Li An felt a sudden unease and a vague sense of worry rose in his heart.

His face, which had been expressionless until now, showed a slight furrow in his brow.

This change sent a chill down the spine of the bald, middle-aged man sitting opposite him, who was in charge of the conversation.

They thought it was intelligence they had compiled and prepared, and that it contained something that might offend the other party or cause them displeasure.

The cold sweat that had just been wiped from his forehead quickly began to pour out again, and his hands trembled as he kept wiping them with a handkerchief.

Thoughts raced through my mind as I considered all the things that might offend the other person, and how I should explain and apologize so that I could get out of here alive.

At the same time, he couldn't help but curse inwardly those old guys who had pushed him into this situation.

He secretly resolved that if he could go back this time, he would resign from his job and retire to a farm in the countryside.

This world, teeming with all sorts of ghosts and monsters, is no longer something an elderly person like him can bear.

Otherwise, if things continue like this, I'm afraid one day I'll wake up and open my eyes to find a red-skinned monster with ram's horns reaching out to invite me to come home for a visit.

Just as his mind was racing and his lips were turning pale, he heard a voice that seemed to contain hidden emotions.

“I understand what you’ve said, and I also have a question.”

Upon hearing this, the bald man, who was almost ready to write his epitaph, shuddered. However, his professionalism, cultivated over the years, allowed him to quickly regain his composure and compose himself.

He put away the handkerchief, forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, and replied.

“It is my honor, Your Excellency Lillian, please speak.”

Ang Lee was already used to him being like this.

Every time, whether it's a family, an individual, or someone from the federal government, they all act the same way, which is baffling.

So he simply nodded slightly and then asked the question that concerned him most.

"Alright, according to your intelligence, has this monster spread outwards?"

He paused slightly as he spoke, then added a sentence.

Is there a tendency for it to spread in the seawater?

These words caught the pale-faced, balding middle-aged man off guard. He had expected the question to be about benefits or other demands.

However, upon meeting the seriousness in those bright red eyes, he quickly searched his mind for relevant information before speaking.

"That's right... Based on current intelligence, there has been no evidence of it spreading beyond the country's borders or into the sea."

After saying that, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he quickly added something.

"...I'm not sure either, but it is indeed spreading within the country at a very rapid pace, and it's possible that it will spread to the sea once it reaches a certain point..."

After the explanation, Ang Lee breathed a slight sigh of relief and nodded, but upon hearing the other party's subsequent words, he agreed in his heart.

After thinking carefully for a while, he spoke seriously.

“Very well, I understand. I accept the Federation’s invitation in the name of the Vampire Saintess.”

"I will dispatch my most loyal knights to accompany the Federation fleet, but they also have the freedom to make their own decisions, a fact we should both understand..."

Ang Lee's original idea was to exercise restraint and not participate in such international actions.

In her view, although the vampires are becoming stronger, there will always be an even stronger force, so she has always been restraining her subordinates.

However, a nagging worry still made her eager to find out more information and see if there was any risk she had imagined.

She couldn't completely trust other people's information, so the best course of action was to agree to their request and send her subordinates to investigate.

Meanwhile, the serious words rang out, and the Federation agent, whose face had been somewhat gloomy, suddenly perked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He thought he was going to fail this time; the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive from the start of the conversation.

Unexpectedly, things took an unexpected turn, and the deal was actually reached, without any other benefits being paid.

My mind was filled with surprise, and I subconsciously prepared to ask again to confirm.

However, the cold gaze cast by the blood-red pupils in the surrounding shadows quickly calmed the bald middle-aged man, whose mind was filled with surprise.

His expression returned to seriousness, and he sat up straight.

"Thank you so much! Your Excellency Saint Lillian!"

As he spoke, he stood up abruptly, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed deeply.

"The Federation fleet will be stationed at the South Port, ready to await the arrival of the noble vampire knights!"

Ang Lee, seeing his rapid emotional shifts, was equally unsurprised.

Although she didn't know much about these agents before, as a student, she had heard in various movies that they had undergone rigorous training and were able to control their emotions.

It's just a change of face, nothing surprising.

At this point, realizing the topic was over, Ang Lee nodded and stood up as well.

"This conversation was very pleasant." He said, tilting his head slightly.

"Eric, see some guests off for me."

As she spoke, she turned and strode away into the shadows, disappearing from sight as the maids and butlers bowed to her.

The four Federation agents left alone in the reception room focused their attention on the tall, elderly man who had stepped forward—Eric, the powerful vampire knight described in intelligence reports.

"Please follow me, everyone. The door is this way."

"Ah...okay...okay..."

As they drew closer, they felt the chilling aura, as cold as a winter night.

Upon meeting the old man's gaze, which seemed to look at some kind of insect, the federal officials felt a chill run down their spines and hurriedly followed his directions to the door.

With one step, the federal officials took the elevator to the first floor. After leaving the skyscraper, which had been turned into a private residence, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The muscles that had been tense with fear suddenly relaxed, and the middle-aged, balding operative who was at the back and in charge of the main negotiations collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, the assistants on both sides reacted quickly and helped him to the black sedan parked at the door.

"That's terrifying..."

(End of this chapter)