Spellcasting Gods

Because anyone with a modicum of rationality would not choose to sell nuclear warheads to religious extremist terrorists, essentially dropping a giant mushroom on the heads of American troops.

Moreover, he later went to the White House in person, not only shooting and killing a high-ranking military officer, but also threatening to destroy the United States with hundreds of nuclear warheads, forcing the government to sign a series of unequal treaties.

What's even more frightening is that, not content with the mess that followed, they released the entire video on the internet.

Currently, almost every government and citizen knows that the world's strongest nation, the United States, can also feel fear, can be afraid, and can yield to enemies stronger than itself.

This stark contrast and the blow to its image shook the unipolar world order established by the United States after the Cold War and ended the myth of the U.S. military as the world's strongest military organization.

As the most direct manifestation of this, the prices of weapons-grade nuclear materials and briefcase-sized nuclear bombs on the black market instantly skyrocketed by more than twenty times.

Especially those terrorist organizations that are extremely hostile to the United States, are frantically trying to transport these weapons of mass destruction into the United States and create a big scandal in the most densely populated areas.

In just a few days, customs and border patrol have apprehended several suspicious individuals attempting to smuggle weapons-grade nuclear materials into the United States.

Immediately, the US government and various law enforcement agencies realized the seriousness of the problem and raised the alert level to a new level.

"Sigh—I hope it doesn't end up causing a serious disaster." Bernard sighed, picked up the last cardboard box, got into the car, and waved to the agent in charge of driving.

After receiving instructions, the latter immediately started the car and drove straight southwest along the highway.

About half an hour later, just as he was racking his brains trying to figure out where his carefully prepared plan had gone wrong, why the spy satellite had been hijacked, and where his identity had been exposed, the car suddenly made a 180-degree turn and stopped on a deserted suburban highway.

An elderly man with meticulously combed hair stepped out of another car parked by the roadside and greeted her with a smile: "Good morning, dear old friend, I believe you still remember me, right?"

"You are... Leonid? The former head of the KGB's South American intelligence gathering department?" Bernard pondered for a moment, then quickly connected the man with some old files from his memory.

As the CIA's former most formidable enemy, he would not easily forget those high-ranking officials who once served the KGB.

“That’s right! It’s me! I never expected that you would climb to your current position so quickly after the collapse of the Soviet Union. How about it, our recent little tricks have caused you quite a bit of trouble, haven’t they?” Leonid pursed his lips, revealing a smug smile.

"Recently? Damn it! So you were behind all this?" Bernard's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively reached for his gun.

But before he could draw his gun, he suddenly noticed a man standing behind his wife, who was holding an electronic screen showing his son and daughter at work.

moment!

He realized that all his relatives were under control, and if he did anything rash, his wife, son, daughter, and grandson would all be killed.

Suppressing his anger and resentment, Bernard asked in a slightly trembling voice, "You madman! What do you want me to do?"

“Heh! It’s simple! I want to recruit you and give you the honor of serving my master.” Leonid stated the purpose of his trip directly.

That's right!

He wanted to plant a mole within the CIA to ensure he could always obtain firsthand intelligence.

"Master? You're serving someone else, not your own country?" Bernard's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but he didn't rush to refuse.

An old fox like him wouldn't easily give up any opportunity to gather intelligence.

"Yes! I have sworn allegiance to him and will never betray him."

In addition, I also advise you not to have any ulterior motives and to honestly become a member of the organization.

Otherwise, I will make you understand the terrible price you will pay for disobeying us.

Oh, by the way, the owner is quite influential in the United States, and can even help us obtain legal entry status.

Otherwise, how could I have so easily evaded the eyes and ears of a series of departments, including the CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security, and stood on this inevitable road waiting for your arrival…

Chapter 856 We Are Everywhere (Part 2)

Bernard could not possibly be an ignorant idiot who had climbed to a position second only to the CIA director and deputy director.

On the contrary, he figured out the huge conspiracy that might be hidden behind the whole thing in less than a minute.

First of all, no more than five people in the entire bureau knew that he went to the safe house, so it is 100% certain that he was betrayed by an insider.

Secondly, the information about his relatives is also highly confidential, and only a very few people are qualified to access it. Therefore, it must have been done by someone with very high privileges within the organization.

Finally, and most importantly, the United States has privately raised its security alert to the highest level. Both customs and border control have adopted a "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free" approach, rigorously screening everyone entering the United States and taking all necessary actions if anything seems amiss.

Normally, let alone a former senior KGB employee, even ordinary people from places like Eastern Europe and the Middle East would be subject to strict screening, and would be refused entry if there were any doubts. Only high-ranking officials within the organization could use their privileges to allow them to cross the border.

After figuring all this out, Bernard sighed with a wry smile, "Well, it seems I don't have a second choice, do I? But before I join, may I ask two last questions?"

“Of course! May I ask?” Leonid gestured politely.

"First, what is the organization's purpose, or to put it another way, what are you all after? Second, who exactly is this so-called master you speak of?" Bernard bluntly raised his biggest question.

He never understood how such a powerful intelligence organization could be established so quietly.

Putting everything else aside, the funds invested in maintaining daily operations alone amount to a huge sum of money, at least several billion US dollars.

Leonid touched his temple and replied meaningfully, "Our current goal is to rapidly expand and grow, extending our reach into every corner of the world. We don't have any particular ambitions. Simply put, we provide our master with all sorts of intelligence services. Apart from that, we are free most of the time, doing whatever we want. There's no control, no surveillance, and no endless suspicion. How about that? Doesn't that sound tempting?"

"What?! Are you kidding me?" Bernard's eyes widened, his face showing disbelief.

“A joke? No, no, no, I never joke.” Leonid shook his head with a smile. “The power and generosity of the master far exceed your imagination. He can give you everything you desire, and he can also give you power second only to the emperor. If you had to describe him in one word, he would be an omnipotent god.”

“Shit! Your current behavior makes me feel like I’m about to join a cult that’s not quite right in the head.” Bernard frowned, carefully observing the reactions of the others around him.

To his surprise, the other people showed absolutely no sign of anything amiss, as if they had tacitly accepted the almost exaggerated description.

unusual!

This is so abnormal!

“Don’t worry, my dear friend. Just nod your head now, and I’ll show you right away.” With that, Leonid took two steps back and stood in the middle of the road.

Bernard was clearly hesitant!

On the one hand, he didn't really want to betray the CIA, for which he had served his entire life;

On the other hand, it's uncertain whether joining a random organization will lead to being used to death and then casually discarded.

Don't think this is something that only happens in Hollywood movies!

In real intelligence warfare, countless unfortunate individuals are lured and deceived into easily believing promises from the enemy, only to be repeatedly forced to risk their lives to steal vital intelligence.

Once exposed, forget about rescue; they're basically all abandoned. The better ones might be locked up and interrogated, but it's not uncommon for them to be killed by their own people.

Being a spy has always been a high-risk, highly exciting profession, so having a powerful backer is more important than anything else.

As for loyalty and serving the country, those are just things you can use to fool newbies. Anyone who has been in this business for more than ten years will never be loyal to anyone; they are only loyal to themselves.

This is one of the reasons why the number of double agents is increasing.

Unfortunately, generally speaking, only children have real choices, while adults usually don't.

At least for Bernard, there is no real choice right now; unless he wants to watch his wife and children be killed, he has no other option but to join the cause.

Without much hesitation, he readily handed over his pistol and said with a smile, "I'm in! From now on, we're on the same side."

“Excellent! I assure you, you’ve made a worthwhile choice. Now, it’s time to show you our true strength.” With that, Leonid raised his right arm and beckoned.

Waaaaah—

With a loud noise from its engine, a stealth Quinjet fighter revealed itself.

Optical invisibility!

Radar stealth!

Vertical takeoff and landing!

When it appeared within Bernard's reach, the CIA official was stunned, completely unable to believe that an advanced fighter jet that even the US military-industrial complex couldn't produce had been developed by an organization of unknown origin.

Not only was it researched and developed, but it also seems to have been put into practical use.

"Come on, I'll take you to headquarters and do a little loyalty test while we're at it. Just like my men once told you, our eyes are everywhere."

After saying this boastful remark, Leonid boarded the plane and waved to his men.

In no time, apart from the truck loaded with furniture, appliances and daily necessities, all the other cars and people were crammed into the cabin and then drove off, ignoring the American radar system.

The entire process did not trigger any radar stations or satellites hovering in airborne orbit.

Bernard, who witnessed this scene firsthand, sighed inwardly and muttered to himself, "Everywhere? It seems this isn't just a joke..."

"In fact, if we wanted to, we could hack into and hijack all the satellites in outer space and the entire internet at any time. In front of us, the world of ordinary people has no secrets. I will support you to take the position of CIA director, and then gradually extend our sphere of influence into all aspects of the US government. I hope you don't have too many unnecessary emotions."

"Don't worry, I'm a selfish person. I won't sacrifice my own and my family's lives for the country."

"That's for the best! The master likes smart people who know how to seize the moment. If I have the chance, I'll introduce you to him."

Chapter 857 Conquering Hell (Part 1)

In the dark, secret room, thirteen magical candles were burning slowly, and the people sitting in front of the candles remained silent, simply watching the old man sitting in the main seat.

Without a doubt, they are not mentally ill patients, nor are they role-playing game enthusiasts, but rather thirteen members of the North American Supreme Council.

As Speaker, Cosmo coughed first, then calmly began, “I’m sure you’re all wondering why I suddenly summoned you for an emergency meeting. In fact, it’s not that I wanted to call a meeting, but rather that the Joint Council of the Supreme Council sent an urgent notice saying that an organization is attempting to threaten the U.S. government with nuclear weapons, and that we should be responsible for handling it.”

"Nuclear weapons?" Lavern's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously glanced at Zhang Cheng out of the corner of his eye.

He would never forget the powerful nuclear warhead that was detonated during their last joint operation.

“That’s right! Although I don’t think this matter will escalate to an uncontrollable point, since the Supreme Council has issued a warning, let’s discuss how to calm things down.” The Speaker tapped the table lightly with his fingers as he explained.

Because of his previous heated conflict with some members of parliament, the atmosphere at the meeting was a little unpleasant. Nearly half of the people kept quiet and didn't even bother to utter a sound, clearly not intending to get involved.

In fact, most members of parliament are not very interested in nuclear weapons. As long as ordinary people and governments don't go crazy and plant mushrooms all over the world, they can't be bothered with the dirty tricks between countries.

"So you mean..." Lavern asked, a divine light flashing in his eyes.

Cosmo hesitated for a few seconds before quickly replying, "What I mean is, send someone to do a quick investigation. If there's no danger of a full-scale nuclear war, ignore it. If there is, then uproot this organization."

“Understood! Leave this to me.” Lavern stepped forward and took on the task.

His goal was clear: to clean up the mess left by his most suspected ally and ensure that it wouldn't be discovered by outsiders.

"Oh? Are you sure!" Cosmo raised his eyebrows in surprise.

As one of the most senior members of the North American Supreme Council, Lavern was known for his solitary and reclusive nature, rarely taking on any missions, so he sensed something unusual.

Lavern nodded slightly: "That's right, I'm sure. It's time for this old body of mine to stretch its muscles, lest too much time passes and many people forget my name."

"Hahaha! You're quite the joker! I guarantee that even if all of us old folks die, those families struck by lightning will still remember your name." The councilor laughed and teased.

"I hope so! If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." With that, Lavern stood up from his chair, bowed slightly, and then vanished into thin air, the candles on the table going out automatically.

The rest of the people followed suit, getting up and leaving to attend to their own business. Before long, the entire secret room was empty and completely shrouded in darkness.