While in America, the system says Roosevelt was an emperor.

The next morning, Tom woke up naturally, which was a rare occurrence.

After all, Dani went back to her own home, and William and Ellie were in the next room, so she became much more reserved.

Denise didn't dare to push Tom too hard last night, and she didn't make any moves this morning either.

Tom smiled, stretched comfortably, glanced at Dani who was still fast asleep beside him, and thought to himself:

You, Slaanesh, can actually be suppressed by the imperial aura of the empire's high command. I thought you were invincible.

Tom looked at the system panel and checked yesterday's settlement:

The events of December 12, 1941, have been compiled. The following is the diary entry:

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[For the sake of Sin...]

I'm numb to it all, Slaanesh, do whatever you want.

[Waaaaah]

[Event Impact: SAN value +0.3, Slaanesh's attention +3]

Current SAN value: -2.4/4.46

[Current Slaanesh's attention level: 29]

[Travel through subspace aboard her private spaceship with the Spire Lady]

[With the help of the Spire Lord, I was actually able to enter Holy Terra!]

It is so beautiful, so magnificent, so tempting to invade.

[Impact of the event: None]

Through the introduction of Lord Spire, I met the true high-ranking officials of the Empire.

They were successfully deceived by me and are now willing to support me, a worshipper of the Chaos God.

[Hehehe, sooner or later we'll completely surrender Holy Terra to the gods.]

[Event Impact: SAN value +0.1, Tzeentch's attention +3]

Current SAN value: -2.3/4.46

[Current attention level of Tzeentch: 15]

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[Applause for Slaanesh]

[For the sake of Sin...]

【No way, Ase, not again?】

Here, here, here, it's all yours!

[Event Impact: SAN value +0.3, Slaanesh's attention +3]

Current SAN value: -2/4.46

[Current Slaanesh's attention level: 32]

[Negative buffs expected tomorrow (already in effect): Slaanesh's affinity, Tzeentch's affinity, Khorne's affinity]

[Diary entry for December 13, 1941: Emperor, I've arrived at your doorstep! Purify me!]

Tom gently woke up Diane, and the two got up together, took a shower, got dressed, and went out.

The moment Tom stepped outside, he felt a chill, as if his head had been chopped off.

Looking in the direction of the coldness, one sees William's deep, melancholic gaze.

Tom quickly pulled Denise aside, saying goodbye to William and Ellie under the pretext of needing to complete some paperwork for the new company.

Actually, there weren't many procedures to go through. William had already made arrangements; all I needed to do was submit the documents.

Submit three copies of the completed document, one of which should be given to the relevant department of the federal government in Washington, D.C.

Keep one copy for your company, and give the other copy to the relevant department of the local government when you return to New York.

After completing the formalities with Diane, Tom and Diane went to a French restaurant.

According to Denise, this was her favorite restaurant during her student days, and she would eat there every time she came to Washington.

Just as the two were about to enter, a girl on the roadside waved to Tom and Denise and called out:

"Dani, it's been a long time!"

Tom looked in the direction of the sound and saw a man and a woman walking towards them.

The man was about 1.7 meters tall, with the typical features of a young white man, and was most likely a French immigrant.

The other woman was less than 1.6 meters tall, probably around 1.57 meters.

Her face was covered in freckles, making her look like a pure English immigrant.

When Denise saw the girl, she exclaimed:

"Anna!"

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

"I didn't expect to see you here. Are you here to eat too?"

Anna replied to Denise:

"Uh-huh!"

"I never expected to meet you here. Perhaps it's fate arranged by God."

Let's have lunch together.

The two women hugged each other and then began to introduce their male companions.

"This is my boyfriend, Tom Smith."

"This is my distant cousin, Carl Morgan."

Tom and Carl shook hands, and as they did so, the two women chatted and laughed as they walked toward the restaurant.

Carl and Tom walked side by side behind him. On the way, Carl asked:

"Tom Smith?"

"You're in such good shape, are you a retired navy officer?"

Tom shook his head and replied:

"No, I just graduated from university this year."

Carl then asked:

Were you born in Kentucky?

Tom continued to deny it, while Morgan continued to speculate, becoming increasingly direct in his questions and openly probing into Tom's background.

Deputy Commander of the Texas National Guard?

California's largest rancher?

New Mexico senator...

He denied it several times until the four of them were seated. Finally, Carl gave up and asked Tom:

"I've asked every Smith I know."

"Which Smith family member are you from? I've never heard of you before."

Tom didn't mince words and replied directly:

"I was born in a poor neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York. My father was just a doctor at a small community clinic."

"To be precise, my father wasn't even a doctor; he didn't have a medical degree."

For a moment, Carl's face stiffened, and he gave a standard American fake smile, saying:

"I see. Your father was truly a great man."

The two continued chatting, but Tom could clearly sense the other's distance.

Seeing that Denise had reunited with her old friend, Tom didn't take action immediately.

At least Karl is still putting on a fake smile.

If Dani isn't around, or if Carl just gives him a long face,

Tom wouldn't mind letting Carl experience what a strength rating of 4.1 is like.

The two women chatted happily, from funny stories of the past to their current jobs.

As Tom listened, he became increasingly uneasy.

Anna said excitedly:

"Dani, I'm working with Carl at The Washington Post now."

"I heard from my colleagues in New York a few days ago that a fierce gang fight broke out in Brooklyn and Queens."

"Karl and I are planning to go to New York in a few days to investigate and see if we can uncover any big news!"

Tom was certain that the big news Anna was talking about was his acceptance of bribes and his ruthless purge of the district.

Denise then said:

"I'm heading back to New York today, wanna come along?"

Anna replied without hesitation:

"Okay, okay!"

Tom began to wonder in his mind whether his hands and feet were clean.

After all, gang warfare and tax collection happen on the same day.

Moreover, the noise surrounding their recruitment of "temporary workers" was not insignificant.

Wouldn't it be surprising if the FBI or police didn't investigate before the journalists exposed the "black money" politics?

In the United States, police officers are actually less influential than journalists.

Especially someone like Anna Carnegie, whose surname alone tells you she was a highly respected journalist in America.

Under the influence of the voting system, many things, if not weighed on the scales, are less than four ounces, but once on the scales, they weigh more than a thousand pounds.