Crossover: Is this how it's sewn?

Chapter 83 081 A Feast for the Gluttons

Silently watching the Yamata no Orochi's head being blown apart, Xu Zhenqing's involvement was not for showing off, but to provide a script for his later scheme to seize the power of faith.

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With a wave of his hand, he recalled the jade belt, casually gathered his loose long hair, and made a "clanging" sound with the rattle drum in his hand. His righteous energy was drawn in, and Bo Gang slapped him across the face.

Looking at the overwhelming palm, the Blackwater Suit transformed into a spear, which Xu Zhenqing gripped tightly in his hand and threw with all his might, turning into a meteor that pierced Bo Gang's palm.

Lu Shu, who was in the distance, was a little confused. Even the Dragon Blast couldn't break through his defenses, but Xu Zhenqing could do it with just a casual spear.

Actually, that's not the case. The key was the belief that accompanied that shot. Xu Zhenqing firmly believed that there was no absolute defense on Earth. At the crucial moment, he broke through the limits of Earth's strength and achieved the level of a Saint to capture weaknesses.

With the Thunder Blade in hand, before Bo Gang could react, Xu Zhenqing casually stepped onto his arm. The power of the Law of Light and the power of Shadow combined to create a means of controlling time. In that instant, Xu Zhenqing swung the blade a million times, each strike a full-force attack. Then, all the attacks merged into one, and Bo Gang was beheaded.

With beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead, Xu Zhenqing was panting. He had almost worked himself to death during his time in prison. Fortunately, the results were gratifying. A little man less than two meters tall had beheaded a behemoth four hundred meters tall, which was undoubtedly very shocking.

Green blood dripped into a lake, and a head the size of a Ferris wheel rolled to the ground, leaving a straight ravine. Bo Gang's body fell to the ground, and the shockwave knocked down a building.

The magic was ready, and a beam of light shot out, transforming into a green gate to hell, absorbing Bo Gang inside, without any disturbance whatsoever.

The camera behind them has captured the highlight moment.

The satellites in the sky were actually recording the whole thing, and all kinds of information were learned by the heads of state of various countries. The think tanks kept analyzing and interpreting it. Originally just a puppet chairman, his power has now made all the major powers take him seriously.

When the master of Biyou Palace, who was holding a meeting in the capital, saw this video, he was in a daze. The boy who had been calling him "senior" was actually a prehistoric beast disguised as a little white rabbit.

In any case, the master of Biyou Palace has made up her mind that she will never see Xu Zhenqing, otherwise it would be too embarrassing to call him "senior" later.

The master of Biyou Palace summoned his new apprentice, Ma Xianhong, to handle his official duties, and decided to find a quiet place to relax.

The Norse goddess gripped her golden spear, pondering whether she could deliver such an attack. Realizing she might have offended him, she decided to avoid seeing Xu Zhenqing again to prevent being beaten up.

The golden toads of Southeast Asia remained unmoved, quietly kneeling before the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

The one who truly ignored Xu Zhenqing was the ever-charming old Vatican leader, who was on a call with the Catholic leader in another dimension, believing that only the Holy Church would intervene, and that Xu Zhenqing was nothing more than a clown, utterly vulnerable.

Meanwhile, a dramatic upheaval swept through the North American supernatural community. The once dominant position of the True Bishop was suppressed, and many people were denouncing the True Bishop's daughter.

However, Xu Zhenqing didn't care much about these things. Previously, because the Federal Reserve raised interest rates, it drained liquidity from countries around the world, causing the domestic economy to slump, which then flowed to the United States. Now, it is estimated that in a certain period of time, the souls of two billion people around the world will need to be infected, so it is necessary to lower interest rates, to lower them drastically, and to let the US dollar fly to the whole world.

Of course, there are many countries where the US dollar does not circulate internally, but these countries have plenty of ways to get food, so not many people will die anyway. When the time comes, they can use gold instead of banknotes and limit the maximum amount each person can buy, which is better than nothing.

After lowering interest rates, they can harvest the remaining wealth of the American people and squeeze out another four or five trillion US dollars, which is enough. When marine life counterattacks the mainland and global shipping is cut off, they can completely abandon the Americas and devour them whole.

Xu Zhenqing was already thinking about whether to establish a second United States of America or a republic of the United States after the United States of America was destroyed.

On the surface, various people are attacking the true bishop, but he has already infiltrated the US government with just one possession. Those who haven't been infiltrated are just future sacrifices, materials to be used to give an explanation to the American people.

The collapse of the US$35 trillion in US debt will absolutely cause a global uproar. The fall of hegemony and the resulting power vacuum will lead to endless wars. Under the smoke of war, the spread of the "terror" meme will only accelerate.

This is all for this moment. What was originally expected to take twenty or thirty years to infect the whole world has now only taken two or three years. This is the charm of leveraging the order.

The Federal Reserve, located in Washington, D.C., is the core financial management institution of the United States. It consists of the Federal Reserve Board in Washington, D.C., and 12 regional Federal Reserve Banks located in major cities across the country.

Jerome Powell, the current top official at the Federal Reserve and chairman of the Federal Reserve Board, is in a state of turmoil, and he has a vague feeling that something is amiss with his colleagues.

But when someone suggested cutting interest rates and most people acquiesced, Jerome Powell felt like committing suicide, not because of patriotism, but because his assets were still not in the hands of the government.

"This is treason, blatant treason."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're not on the brink of disaster yet. Why rush to commit suicide? I don't understand. You are the brightest minds in America. Our interests are clearly aligned. I know some of you may be scared, but we haven't reached the most desperate moment yet. We still have the ability to save this country."

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Jerome Powell, dressed in a suit and tie, stood up and gave a speech in the most approachable manner he had ever displayed, attempting to win back the hearts of his colleagues.

The United States in this world is different from the United States in Xu Zhenqing's original world. This world has readily available virtual reality technology. As long as interest rates are raised and things continue to be stable, once the virtual reality level reaches civilian use, the world can continue to play the game of reaping global benefits.

In short, as long as we hold back and don't lower interest rates, everything will be fine.

However, everyone else just watched Jerome Powell's monkey show with deadpan expressions. Xu Zhenqing was about to cause a US debt crisis, and since they believed in God, they naturally had to support him wholeheartedly, regardless of whether it was good or bad, and without asking why.

Seeing these expressions, Jerome Powell clutched his hair in anguish. No matter how brilliant he was, he couldn't change anything with the tacit approval of all the American elites. At that moment, a deep sense of powerlessness filled his heart.

This old man from America's golden age has already foreseen America's tragic future; the American Dream will forever remain just a dream.

(End of this chapter)