Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

The noise in the Shenzhou Bureau's highest-level operations conference room was so loud it could practically lift the roof off.

"Save my ass! These foreign devils brought this on themselves!" Chen Weiguo slammed his hand on the solid wood conference table, making the teacups jump. His dark red face was filled with rage as he pointed at the image of the US president kneeling on the large screen and cursed, "They created this biological virus themselves, and now they can't cover it up and want us to clean up their mess? No way! They should all die out completely in this toxic gas!"

Several high-ranking military officials nodded in agreement. Everyone was seething with resentment; these Ansar had been sucking the blood of the world for centuries, and now they were being punished by heaven. Who would want to play the saint?

"Jinghong, public opinion in the country is also overwhelmingly against providing aid." Lin Qinghan pushed a public opinion report to the center of the table, her cold eyes revealing absolute rationality. "If we send a medical team there now, we will not only face a huge risk of infection, but we also cannot explain it to the people."

Shen Jinghong remained silent.

He leaned back in his large leather chair, slowly twirling the Parker pen in his hand. His deep gaze swept over every indignant face present, and a dangerously cold smile slowly curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Who told you I went to rescue them?"

Shen Jinghong slammed his pen onto the table with a crisp sound. He stood up, placed his hands on the table, and an aura of domineering power instantly enveloped the entire conference room.

"Saving people? That's the job of the International Red Cross. Our Shenzhou Bureau never does such thankless good deeds."

He walked to the giant holographic globe, his finger slamming heavily onto the map of North America, his voice deep yet revealing an arrogant ambition that could sweep the globe:

"Comrades, broaden your horizons."

"There are too many countries on this blue planet, and the rules are too chaotic. We didn't have the resources to deal with them before, but now they've destroyed their own stronghold and paralyzed their government. What do you call this? This is a godsend!"

Shen Jinghong turned her head, her eyes burning with a chilling madness.

"We're not going to deliver medicine, we're going to take over the Earth!"

"I will use absolute technological superiority to crush their pathetic self-esteem! I will make them kneel at the feet of our China for generations to come, worshipping us as their sole savior!"

"This is the final step in establishing absolute dominance over Earth!"

The conference room fell silent for a moment, then erupted in heavy breathing.

Chen Weiguo was trembling with excitement, his eyes reddening: "Director! Give the order! What should we do?!"

"Notify the 'Luan Bird' space carrier group in near-Earth orbit." Shen Jinghong raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the atmosphere. "Load all of our newly mass-produced nanomedical pods into the airdrop orbital capsules."

"Without sending a single soldier, let's send a divine army down from outer space!"

A few hours later, on the North American continent.

The once bustling Manhattan of New York has now become a living hell. The streets are littered with the wreckage of burning cars, and mobs infected with the virus, covered in red spots, wail desperately like zombies in the ruins.

A white mother, clutching her feverish daughter, collapsed in despair at a Times Square intersection. Watching the ever-growing number of infected people around her, she painfully closed her eyes, awaiting death.

suddenly!

"Boom—!!!"

A deafening, terrifying roar echoed through the sky. The sound didn't resemble an airplane engine, but rather the tearing apart of the atmosphere by some colossal beast.

The white mother opened her eyes in horror and looked up.

Suddenly, thousands upon thousands of dazzling blue shooting stars lit up the gray sky that was obscured by thick smoke!

Those meteors, trailing long, fiery tails, crashed down on every city and every neighborhood in North America with a precision that defied the laws of physics.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Countless silver-white metal capsules crashed steadily onto the street, kicking up clouds of dust.

A bright five-star red flag was prominently printed on the surface of the metal cabin!

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The hatch opened automatically, but instead of a doctor in protective gear stepping out, streams of pale golden nano-aerosols gushed out!

These shimmering golden mists, as if possessing a life of their own, rapidly spread through the air, precisely penetrating the respiratory tracts of each infected person.

A miracle occurred at that moment.

Those infected individuals who were originally convulsing in pain saw their terrifying red spots recede at a visible speed the moment they inhaled the golden mist! Their ulcerated skin began to heal, and their cloudy eyes regained their clarity.

The daughter in the white mother's arms stopped coughing, and her previously burning forehead miraculously returned to normal temperature.

"My God..."

The white mother stared blankly at the massive, barely visible space carrier in the sky, at the metallic bays radiating a holy light. Her legs gave way, and she knelt directly on the street littered with shattered glass.

It wasn't just her.

Across North America, countless desperate survivors threw down their weapons at that moment. They watched the "miracle" descend from the sky, watched the bright red flag, and knelt on the ground like devout believers, weeping bitterly.

What freedom and democracy? What superpower?

Before the absolute miracle of giving life, everything becomes laughable dust.

From this day forward, that ancient country in the East will be their only savior!

In just one week, the terrifying pandemic that had ravaged the world was completely eradicated.

This catastrophe, which could have destroyed human civilization, ended without even making a ripple under the dimensional reduction attack of the Shenzhou Bureau.

New York, on the banks of the East River.

Several giant engineering mechs painted with the "Shenzhou Heavy Industry" logo were wielding their powerful mechanical arms, and they were knocking down the United Nations headquarters building, which symbolized the old international order!

Amidst the billowing dust, the rules of the old world were completely buried.

Meanwhile, Beijing was welcoming an unprecedented influx of tribute from all nations.

More than two hundred heads of state and the remaining Western leaders, without any pomp or ceremony, didn't even dare to take a private plane. Like the most humble pilgrims, they gathered below the magnificent floating fortress of the Shenzhou Bureau, quietly awaiting the man's summons.

In the director's office, Shen Jinghong stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the group of trembling global elites below.

Lin Qinghan walked to his side, gently took his arm, and her cool eyes sparkled with the excitement of witnessing history.

"Jinghong, the United Nations is gone, and the old order has been completely shattered."

Looking at Shen Jinghong's resolute profile, she asked softly, "What new rules do you plan to establish for this planet next?"

Shen Jinghong turned his head, his deep eyes burning with a fervent ambition that could sweep across the galaxy.

He grabbed Lin Qinghan's hand in return, a domineering sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Rules? Earth doesn't need that many messy rules anymore."

"Let's go, honey. Come with me and tell those people down there that from today onwards, there can only be one voice on this blue planet."