From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 47 Old soldiers never die, tracks stick to teeth

If Los Angeles is the City of Angels, the absolute core of the entire West Coast, then New York is the absolute center of the world!

Manhattan is, of course, the true heart of the city, as it is home to the world’s most impressive cluster of financial services companies, the legendary Wall Street!
As the location of the world's most economically influential financial markets and institutions, this place is almost always bustling with activity, where the power of money is contained, intertwined, and spreads!
Capital never sleeps, funds never disappear, and all sorts of dark, bloody, and terrifying capital struggles and transactions take place here.

As Bai Yang walked along this street, which was only a third of a mile long and eleven meters wide, he looked at the bustling crowds who seemed to be running as if they were walking, and suddenly couldn't help but chuckle.

In his previous life, this was the residence of the truly "rich" people, a place he never dared to dream of, a place where some of the most powerful people in the world lived.

But now, he didn't feel that there was anything sacred or attractive about this place.

In his mind, the desires and thoughts of these people were clearly visible:

"Sell it all! Sell it all! I want their stock prices to bottom out!"

"Buy now! Prices have gone up, when will you buy?"

"A poison pill plan? Even if it's a poison pill, I'm going to swallow it today!"

"Send this chairman on his way. He's so old, how can he still be so immature?"

"I'm so hungry, why hasn't the church put out any food today?"

"I just sold my blood yesterday, but I can't sell any more today. My child still needs money for school meals... Sigh, I guess I'll just have to go hungry for a meal!"

"You son of a bitch, Barry, you promised me today's delivery, but everyone's dead!"

Stockbrokers, investors, capitalists, investment bank managers, homeless people, middle-aged office workers, gangsters...

The mindset of these people seems to define the underlying character of this area.

Chaos and madness permeated the entire atmosphere, leaving Bai Yang speechless.

"Tsk, in the eyes of those Catholics, wouldn't they all be considered sinners? These indulgences would sell like hotcakes!" Bai Yang complained.

The only place in neighboring Los Angeles that could rival this place was Hollywood.

The feeling he got from that place, where desires ran rampant, was similar to this place, though the direction of the madness was different, but the essence was still self-destruction and self-indulgence.

The people here are ridiculously intelligent, and ridiculously foolish. They are the smartest people in the world, and they are also the most unwavering believers in "God" and faith.

Just as wealthy people enjoy praying to Buddha and burning incense, those accustomed to bloody plunder always seek to find a sense of peace of mind for themselves.

"Your Majesty, do you wish to shape a part of history in this city?" Alvin asked.

Bai Yang nodded, "Yes, but not now. We need to let the people of this city know that we're here!"

This "we" certainly doesn't refer to Bai Yang himself; his existence might remain completely undetected for an incredibly long time.

Although with his abilities, nothing would happen even if he were exposed, his personality wouldn't allow for the slightest accident!

Alvin remained silent. He could offer Bai Yang advice, but he wouldn't offer any insights into what Bai Yang was doing. Instead, he waited for Bai Yang to reflect on his actions.

This man stood in the middle of Wall Street, watching the almost never-ending flow of people around him, contemplating his next move.

Compared to Angus or San Diego, New York has far more places that can evoke emotions and create something extraordinary.

Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens, or even those "Hell's Kitchen" locations mentioned in comics, are all excellent choices. Just look at how many "superhero" or "supervillain" characters like these have appeared in various comics and movies!

But Bai Yang didn't want to casually use his divine power and the power of lies to enlighten a so-called "superhero" here; such a thing would be meaningless to him.

What he needs is talent capable of building a complete system, someone who can help him continue to reap the rewards of future wishes!
In this city rife with malice and hatred, what kind of person is the best choice...?

……

Remus O'Connor was a captain in the American Marine Corps and a U.S. soldier stationed in the Middle East.

Six years ago, during the withdrawal of troops from that area announced by the Golden Retriever, he encountered a Claymore landmine that had not been cleared. As a result, this tough man became disabled before he left.

He lost an eye, a hand, and a foot; his lungs were punctured...

The fact that he could survive such power was admirable, even from the army medics. However, it was all in vain. Remus even felt that he would have been better off dying that day than living like this.

When he returned home severely injured, he was not greeted by a warm and loving family, but by his wife's divorce papers and the family's huge debts!
While he was away serving in the military, his wife, whom he considered incredibly loyal, cheated on him and helped him take out a lot of loans.

Now, seeing that he has become a useless person, she immediately chose to divorce him.

Then the bank auctioned off his house and deducted all his compensation before they could barely pay off that bastard's loan!
But that's his money! Why should he use his money to pay off his ex-wife's debts after the divorce? Just because she was married to him?
Remus even felt that if he weren't disabled, he would still be paying that bitch's living expenses.

He leaned against a corner of a Manhattan street, watching this incredibly prosperous country continue to flourish.

But he didn't even have the strength to crawl, because he had just been thrown out of the Department of Veterans Affairs. They thought he was being unreasonable and disrupting the department's work!

"Nonsense? Ha!" Remus scoffed. "Going after my pension is considered nonsense?"

The man sighed wearily, propped himself up with one hand on his cane, dragged one foot on the ground, and slowly walked toward Queens.

Given his current financial situation, that's the only place he can afford to live, and helping the gangsters there distinguish, organize, and maintain their firearms is his only source of income.

He was once a rising star in the military, the most outstanding member of the entire unit, and many of his superiors had high hopes for him, hoping that he could continue his studies in the military.

But as he became disabled, those caring and friendly glances disappeared, leaving only cold "eviction notices" and summonses from the court.

Oh, and there's also the pension that the Veterans Affairs Department has been dragging its feet on paying.

Sometimes, Remus would wonder if all he had done to help this country and society, to fight so hard on the battlefield, was this the end result?
“This world shouldn’t be like this…” he said, then looked at the two black men in front of him, “And who are you?”

"It's not anyone in particular, it's just that someone asked us to help them with something!" the leader of the black men said. "You've been causing trouble every week, and they think it's an eyesore, so they want us to explain to you that you shouldn't go anymore!"

Upon hearing this, Remus became completely enraged. "Is it an eyesore? I went to ask for my pension back, and that's considered getting in their way? Then they should just give me the money!"

Upon hearing this, the black man behind him sneered, "This has nothing to do with us. We just hope you won't go there again so we can make some money, bro?"

As he spoke, he pulled a dagger from his pocket and approached Remus!

Remus's expression changed. "I agree!"

"Too late. Only the dead can stop causing trouble!" The two men charged forward, knives in hand.

(End of this chapter)