I write obituaries for the gods

Triton put down his phone and looked up at the rising sun.

The CIA is splitting the Red Gang, and the Liberty District is becoming increasingly isolated.

The Bureau of Paranormal Investigations is using the Iron Cape Bridge incident as an excuse to try and get on the table, and its actions have become increasingly aggressive in recent days.

certainly...

The main reason behind this is that the "ghost of history" has returned.

The tide will soon recede, and everything will be settled.

Before that...

Triton lowered his head and looked at his palm.

Xileina's voice came from the distant sound of rain:

"You're just imitating him; you don't understand what feelings are."

Triton clenched his fist and looked up at the sky.

He knew that time was running out.

......

"Reconnaissance Company, guardians of Yuhen County! We protect the residents of Yudu from extremist forces!"

"Yay! It's the reconnaissance company! Impressive!"

"..."

After the audio of that ridiculous short video came through Li Zhanyi's phone for the third time, Lin Chen finally couldn't help but turn his head:

"What does it mean?"

"It's not me who's watching!" Li Zhanyi firmly defended his aesthetic sense. "It's been pushed to me! Lately, it's been pushing this... this reconnaissance company thing every day."

"Is it another demigod duo?" Lin Chen said.

“Yes, it seems like she was a nobody before, but now the foundation has pushed her up to be a mainstay.” Li Zhanyi nodded.

"Even a pig can fly if it's riding the wave of opportunity," Lin Chen muttered.

At that moment, the office door opened, and Professor Isabel walked in.

"The surveillance equipment is ready. We can interrogate the demigod you picked up now," Professor Isabel waved her hand.

Everyone stood up and followed Professor Isabel to the underground laboratory located in B4.

Professor Isabel's laboratory was much larger than Professor Jürgen's, and she had many researchers working there, who were coming and going.

“Sometimes I really don’t understand what kind of people you guys are working for, bringing back all sorts of weird stuff every day,” Isabel grumbled as she walked. “Collecting all sorts of strange ruins and relics is one thing, but what’s the point of bringing back a demigod…”

“I’ve even picked up things that are stranger than demigods.” Jiang Zhengge glanced at Lin Chen.

"What does that mean?" Lin Chen's eyes widened.

“Me too, me too!” Li Zhanyi raised his hand with a smile.

"I really like the atmosphere in your department. As a universally acknowledged genius, I feel right at home here," Dr. Isabel said with a smile.

The group arrived in front of an isolation room and looked inside.

A figure in a yellow uniform is strapped to an experimental table, which is tilted at a 70-degree angle, showing the poor creature fixed on it to the crowd.

It was a demigod from the super-American world, and clearly, at this moment he was slightly opening his eyes, his deep blue pupils staring out the window.

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen a foreign demigod,” Lin Chen murmured. “They look… well… more like superheroes?”

“After all, superhero culture originated there, and in order to make the public more convinced, the White House will be more inclined to portray demigods in the direction of superheroes,” Jiang Zhengge explained.

"This guy seems pretty decent," Li Zhanyi commented. "What's his ability?"

"I don't know, we haven't tested it yet."

Isabel pointed to a table by the transparent window, on which sat a microphone.

"Ask him if you have any questions. This room is very strong. A gamma-level attack should be able to hold him for a while, but not for long. If he attacks, I will inject him with an inhibitor to paralyze him."

"clear."

Jiang Zhengge sat down at the table and picked up the microphone.

“Hey, American,” Jiang Zhengge asked, “Can you speak…Chennis?”

"..."

The demigod stared at Jiang Zhengge with a stiff expression.

Jiang Zhengge was embarrassed for a moment, then suddenly slammed his hand on the table.

“What’s your mission in…the Rain City!” he shouted.

"I can speak Chinese!" the demigod roared.

The next second, the demigod's eyes suddenly flashed with blue light.

He activated his ability—

"Inject the blocking agent!" Jiang Zhengge shouted.

It's too late; the demigod's power is blooming like a chrysanthemum!

With a roar like a rocket launching, a plume of yellow gas shot out from below him!

Then, he carried the entire experimental platform, like a rocket, and began to fly and launch wildly around the room—

"Aww! Aww! Aww! Oh! Oh!"

After a series of ejections, the demigod slammed headfirst into the ground and remained motionless.

"......"

"Dead?" Lin Chen asked cautiously.

No, he fainted.

Isabel frowned, her face filled with terror.

He was knocked unconscious by his own gas...

"That's a high concentration of nerve gas!" Isabel clutched her head, her face turning pale.

......

Half an hour later, Louis walked into the room with a tablet.

"I found the information. This guy's name is Mephisto, a demigod belonging to the 'American Army'." He handed the tablet to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen took the tablet: there were ten superheroes draped in American flags standing in the screen, each striking a fancy pose.

And this Mephittis is standing near the center.

“He is known as the human form of ‘Clark Kent’,” Louis pushed up his glasses, “He can fly and dive like Superman, with exaggerated physical strength and immense power.”

Lin Chen swiped lightly, and the next photo showed Mephisto flying in the sky in a Superman pose.

“Mephitis?” Professor Isabel’s lips twitched.

“That does seem to be the English name,” Louis nodded. “Have you heard of it?”

"Of course I've heard of it!"

Professor Isabel's expression was a mixture of fear and curiosity.

"Doesn't 'Mephitis' mean skunk?"

Smelly...

skunk?

Lin Chen turned his head to look at the demigod in the laboratory like a wooden doll: he was still unconscious, which showed that the intensity of the nerve gas he had used was truly exaggerated.

"When that bastard was flying in the sky..." Lin Chen murmured.

For a moment, no one in the room spoke.

Suddenly, a silvery laugh rang out:

"Hehe, hahahahaha!"

Lin Chen turned his head and saw that Hua Luo Ri was laughing so hard that he lost his composure.

"Skunk Man, hahahahaha, Superman America, skunk, hahahahahaha..."

"It's true, wherever Americans go, there's a stench, hahaha!"

"Why is the CIA shipping this thing to the Space Islands?" Jiang Zhengge tried to maintain his composure. "What kind of mission do they plan to send this stinky... Mephittis on?"

"Stinky enough to kill everyone in the Space Islands?" Lucy asked with disgust.

"That Tom Connell is quite skilled, and his intuition is also very sharp. He should be a rather capable CIA agent," Lin Chen said thoughtfully. "Such a capable CIA agent, the plans he carries out should be meaningful..."

"That kid is actually alright. There aren't many people with the kind of spiritual awareness that a substitute can have," Hua Luori said objectively after recovering. "If he didn't really have a plan, he wouldn't have exposed himself so easily."

Mephittis... nerve gas... space islands...

Clues were rapidly intertwining in Lin Chen's mind.

This guy's nerve gas was so potent it could knock him unconscious, which shows its strength is incredibly high...

Poison gas...who would be afraid of poison gas?

A flash of inspiration struck Lin Chen, and he recalled a conversation from the memories of Captain Bachter of the Fishman Boys:

"A ruin located in D-3. The Bureau of Investigation sent us the case, saying that the potent neurotoxin inside can penetrate protective suits..."

"No, I won't take this order."

"Father, the ruins of D-3 should be a piece of cake for you, so why didn't you take it?"

"I don't like bad air quality. Honestly, you should also pay attention; our lungs are precious..."

Nerve gas was used against Triton!

Is Triton in the Space Islands?

If Project Black Star revolves around the space islands, then Triton is indeed very likely located there.

So, Mephittis was sent to assassinate Triton?

Wouldn't that be a bad thing for us...?

Looking at Mephittis, who was unconscious in the isolation room, Lin Chen denied his own thoughts.

What good would this thing do to assassinate Triton, other than annoy him?

It's better to trust Captain England than to believe he can kill Triton.

But this is indeed a breakthrough point. Surely the superpower America wouldn't send its demigod here to die for no reason?

There must be a reason for this.

"Professor Isabel, could you collect some of his... uh... gas?" Lin Chen found it difficult to ask.

“…Okay,” Professor Isabel said with a look of disgust, “Sigh…for the sake of paranormal studies!”

"You have an idea?" Jiang Zhengge looked at Lin Chen.

“Wake him up and interrogate him,” Lin Chen said.

Ten minutes later, accompanied by a violent electric shock, Mephisto woke up.

"Oh hoo!"

His body convulsed violently for a moment, then he looked out the window at the crowd.

"Heh...you bastards from the Foundation, you've got me..."

"Do you feel like you're in control of everything?" Jiang Zhengge asked, somewhat speechless. "We're from RBAI."

"Oh? RBAI? The Secret Service's good dog?"

The demigod chuckled, a mocking expression appearing on his classic American tough guy face.

He seemed to want to say a few more trash words, but before that, Lin Chen pressed the stun button:

"Oh ho ho!"