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

On her way out of the police station, Anna walked in deep thought, pondering where the people of America were headed.

Mike's expression was also heavy. Was the America he was trying to protect really worth the sacrifice?

Are the Corleone family truly as unforgivable as they appear to be?

For the first time, Mike began to question his decision to join the army from the ground up.

After leaving the police station, Moore returned to the Blood Lions headquarters, while Tom and the other three returned to the Corleone family's stronghold.

Upon returning to the stronghold, Father Vito came out to greet Tom and said:

"Tom, the car you asked me to fix, it's just been repaired and returned."

Tom's eyes lit up as he looked at the Ford luxury car behind Vito.

Is your car fixed?

Tom told Anna and the female reporter to drive back to the Treasury Bureau first, while Mike went back to his room.

Only Tom and his godfather Vito remained. Tom walked toward his car.

No, she's not a car, she's a comrade-in-arms!

Vito the Godfather said from the side:

"No repair shop was willing to repair that car before; they all said it was too bad to be fixed."

"They dare not offend me; they dare neither take money nor take the car back."

"Finally, I found a fellow Italian who was a car mechanic."

"He replaced the usable parts with a brand new car."

Tom walked over to the Ford luxury car and quietly stroked the roof.

Although it was incredibly cold, Tom seemed to feel:

Her machine spirit trembled! It cheered! It danced!

Tom's thoughts drifted back to the night of the gunfight.

It was she who pushed the limits and paved a path to survival for Tom.

After touching him for about half a minute, Vito said somewhat embarrassedly:

"Tom, you've touched the wrong one. It's not this one, it's the one on your right."

Tom froze, but forced himself to act as if nothing was wrong and walked to the car on the right.

The entire operation was completed in one smooth motion: get in the car, sit down, start the engine, and drive away.

Only the leather shoes knew that Tom's toe construction team had just dug up a large three-bedroom, two-living room, two-bathroom apartment, with the bathrooms even having a wet and dry separation design.

After that mistake, Tom dared not casually "recall the past" anymore.

Instead, people are questioning whether this car is truly a "comrade-in-arms".

Suddenly, the car seemed to go over a speed bump, jolting violently and almost smashing Tom's buttocks.

Tom frowned slightly, thinking to himself:

I've driven this road countless times. When did they install speed bumps?

And did America in 1941 have speed bumps?

Before Tom could think any further, the vehicle jolted again, making his bottom hurt even more.

The once soft cushion became as hard and cold as a stone.

Tom glanced at the rearview mirror and was certain that the road was flat and there were no speed bumps.

Tom suddenly understood everything—the machine spirit was jealous!

Tom was certain that this vehicle definitely possessed a "machine spirit" and was definitely a former "comrade-in-arms";

The third jolt came instantly, and Tom almost bit his tongue, quickly saying:

"My darling, stop bouncing me around."

"I admit I was wrong, okay?"

The car jolted slightly again, as if to say, "What went wrong?"

Tom was ashamed; the robot was too human-like. He had no choice but to start the apology process.

Gently soothing the gearshift lever didn't work;

The repeated apologies reduced the turbulence.

A quick, light kiss on the steering wheel works wonders...

Finally, just as Tom was about to finish spitting out his saliva, the vehicle stopped jolting for no reason.

Tom thought to himself:

This machine spirit is even harder to appease than Denise.

Even when Diane threw a tantrum, I never bothered to argue with her.

It's a pity I wasn't Indian in my past life, otherwise I could have sent an organic data transmission signal directly to the exhaust pipe.

You can easily resonate with the machine spirit and soothe it with ease.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Tom returned to the Finance Bureau.

Anna and the reporter had already left. After returning the car to the Morgan family, they went their separate ways.

Tom arrived at the chief's office, but the door was locked.

Suddenly, the office door was opened from the inside, and a pair of slender hands grabbed Tom's tie and pulled him inside.

With a "click," the door locked again.

Denise pinned Tom against the wall, grabbed little Tom, and instantly transformed him.

At the same time, he said sourly:

"Mr. Tom, you seemed quite happy when you set off this morning."

"Are you happy to be surrounded by your two younger sisters?"

"No, they are four younger sisters."

"You seemed incredibly happy back then!"

Tom realized, "Oh no."

The director's office windows offer a complete view.

Even with an intelligence value of 500, let alone 5.0, it would be impossible to come up with a solution.

Tom realized that he was definitely a jinx;

On the way back, I was thinking that I had never used my "silver tongue" to coax Diane, but I used it as soon as I got back.

Two hours later, Dani lazily slumped on her desk and said:

"Hmph~ I'll let you off this time."

Afterwards, the two left work together and returned to their apartment.

As soon as he entered the room, Tom ran to the phone and made a call to his godfather, Vito.

As soon as the call connected, Tom said as quickly as possible:

"Godfather Vito, inform all those in charge that there will be a meeting tomorrow."

"Nine o'clock in the morning, top floor of Vanderbilt II office building."

"We'll discuss the details tomorrow..."

Tom quickly hung up the phone; Slaanesh's clutches were already out in his grasp, and there was no time for idle chatter.

Battle is imminent!

At 10 PM, Tom had just unlocked a special CG and hurriedly opened the system.

Before Dani could react, Tom refreshed his status and launched another vengeful attack on Dani!

As Dani savored the afterglow, she felt the mattress suddenly sink, turned around, and exclaimed in surprise:

"You haven't... um."

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

【Salamu, salamu】

"You're paying so much attention to me, why haven't you descended to the mortal realm yet?"

[Event Impact: SAN value +0.4, Slaanesh's attention +4]

Current SAN value: -1.4/4.46

[Current Slaanesh's attention level: 36]

Today, I brought the reporters from Terra Magazine to the Depth Nest gang's stronghold.

I gave a short speech at the Orcs' gang stronghold.

With just a few words, I had the orc completely outmaneuvered, shouting "WAAAAAAGH!!!"

One of the reporters even took a picture of me, which he planned to use for the newspaper.

[Event Impact: Tzeentch's attention level +4]

[Current attention level of Tzeentch: 20]

After several scenes, even the naive Master Shangchao was moved to tears.

[Having spent so much time in the upper echelons, I've actually mistakenly believed that the lower echelons' gangs are inherently good people.]

[Event Impact: Tzeentch's attention level +2]

[Current attention level of Tzeentch: 22]

My beloved tank, after being sent back to the factory for repairs, has returned to my side.

She is my most loyal companion.

[Impact of the event: None]

Forget it, I'm tired. Let's just destroy it.

[Event Impact: SAN value +0.8, Slaanesh's attention +8]

Current SAN value: -0.6/4.46

[Current Slaanesh's attention level: 44]

[Diary entry for December 15, 1941 – WAAAAAAGH!!!]