I write obituaries for the gods

"His... uh, what's his weakness?" Lin Chen organized his thoughts. "According to what you're saying, um... if we attack him, he'll actually become stronger, right?"

“That’s right! Whether it’s physical or mental pain, both can be used to amplify his abilities, and his abilities can in turn strengthen both.”

Mephittis licked his lips.

"As a Beta-level demigod, he cannot be killed; any suffering will only make him stronger..."

"It will also make him...feel even better."

......

"Oh ho ho!"

"Hahaha!"

"Whoosh!"

In the command center of the USS John F. Kennedy, the crew had no choice but to witness this absurd scene.

The bald Professor M sat in a wheelchair and was being whipped mercilessly.

As he smoked, a dark blue pattern appeared on his scalp, and nebula-like substances appeared in the surrounding space.

And the person who slapped him...

It is Triton.

"Haha, hoohoo, do it again! Hoohoo!"

The high-ranking naval officers of the superpower America just watched as Professor M got a brutal beating, then suddenly opened their eyes:

"Cough!"

In his eyes, nebulae twinkled, and beams of light shimmered on the sea surface.

Professor M's consciousness pierced through those lights and stretched into the distance.

After a long while, the deep blue in his eyes faded.

"We still can't find Mephisto. He's either dead or locked up somewhere we can't see him."

Professor M straightened his collar, looking like he still wanted more.

“Alright, Mystique, change back,” Professor M said.

Small scales appeared on Triton's body, and soon he turned into a man with green skin.

“Uh, Professor M,” the admiral finally couldn’t help but ask, “do we really have to let Triton whip you here?”

“Triton, a man of men, he’ll make me more efficient,” Professor M muttered.

"Does it have to be in public?" the admiral asked again.

Professor M glanced around at the soldiers and licked his lips.

"Being beaten in public will also improve my efficiency."

"..." The admiral looked at Professor M speechlessly, and after a long while, he finally managed to utter a sentence:

What's the next step?

“We can’t fight an infiltration war anymore. Triton killed our men directly. This is a warning,” Professor M said, stroking his bald head. “My suggestion is simple: issue a notice saying that a demigod has gone missing, and prepare for war!”

"Can we defeat Triton?" the admiral asked.

“Under my leadership, the American forces are capable of fighting them,” Professor M said. “We must launch a surprise attack at the right time, preventing the other Alphas from getting there. While my American forces hold off Terry, you can simply bomb the Space Islands.”

"This sounds like a tough battle," the general said in a low voice.

"Don't worry, RBAI won't let them send Black Star into space so easily."

Professor M smiled.

"Perhaps we'll become allies with them... Once the foundation is dealt with, I can easily bring RBAI under my control with a little trickery..."

......

“I submit to you, truly, I submit.”

Before Lin Chen left, Mephittis pleaded with him frantically.

During the Q&A, Mephisto told Lin Chen what Professor M had promised before he set off: he said he would control the situation, no one would be harmed by an Alpha-level demigod, and the other demigods in Rain City were just a small case for them.

The photos of Triton massacring American soldiers must have horrified Mephisto, making him realize he had been deceived.

“Provide the poison gas properly,” Lin Chen smiled at Mephitis. “If you can help us properly, we will naturally provide you with shelter.”

As soon as Lin Chen stepped out of the isolation room, Professor Isabel patted him on the shoulder:

"Wow, Xiaolin, that's impressive. This guy used some really nasty insults before, which made several girls in the research group feel depressed. They feel so relieved to see you punish him."

Lin Chen turned his head and found two girls in white coats looking at him with admiration.

Seeing this, Li Zhanyi gently stepped in front of him and took one of Lin Chen's arms:

"Let's go back to the office then, we still have a lot to do."

"Keep it up, you've worked hard!" Lin Chen waved to Isabo as Li Zhanyi pulled him away.

Back in the office of the First Department, Lin Chen found Jiang Zhengge standing in front of the computer with a serious expression.

"what happens?"

Lin Chen moved closer to Jiang Zhengge and looked at the screen on the computer.

"It's starting," Jiang Zhengge said.

A headline immediately catches the eye:

"Super America reports that several members of the U.S. military have gone missing while on vacation in the rainy city!"

The following section devotes considerable space to describing the previous achievements of those American soldiers, all of whom were engaged in fishing operations in the Middle East.

“What a classic tactic,” Lin Chen murmured. “Super America has also noticed the rumors about the Space Islands.”

“They are fast and decisive,” Jiang Zhengge nodded. “Oswald sent some information yesterday; he obtained data on the Super America’s fleet from the Space Islands.”

"Let us see," Li Zhanyi said quickly.

Jiang Zhengge clicked a few keys on the computer, and soon a simple report appeared before everyone's eyes.

The United States sent a dual-carrier strike group.

The first strike group is centered around the Ford-class aircraft carrier USS John F. Kennedy, the world's most advanced carrier platform, carrying more than 40 F-35C Lightning II stealth fighters, and escorted by 8 cruisers and 6 destroyers.

The second strike group, centered around the Nimitz-class aircraft carrier USS George H.W. Bush, will undertake auxiliary tasks.

This attitude is as if they are treating Yudu as a powerful force from the East.

“It has to be said that as an independent city, Yudu has never had a decent army for coastal defense,” Jiang Zhengge frowned. “With the US making a claim, this conflict will remain between them and the Foundation, and it will be difficult to go any further, so other forces will not be able to send support.”

"If these two combined fleets are only attacking the Space Islands, the battle can be over in ten minutes, unless..."

“Unless Triton intervenes,” Lin Chen said in a low voice.

An Alpha-class demigod battles a dual-carrier strike group of the super-American.

Lin Chen had never imagined such a scene.

“This is our chance,” Lin Chen said. “As long as we carry out our mission while fighting the two carrier battle groups in Triton, we may be able to end the battle without making contact with him.”

“But if Triton is defeated by the Americans, the Space Islands will belong to the Americans,” Jiang Zhengge said. “No matter who wins, it will be a bad thing for us.”

"Things are unpredictable," Li Zhanyi said softly. "What's the director's intention?"

"Stand by and wait for the armed forces department to complete the deployment."

Jiang Zhengge waved his hand:

"By the way, Kobayashi, come with me. I'd like you to help me with a test."

"Can't I come?" Li Zhanyi asked, somewhat disappointed.

"I'll be right back, sweetie."

After Jiang Zhengge finished speaking, he pulled Lin Chen towards the encrypted room.

As soon as he entered the encrypted room, he closed the door and locked it.

"What's wrong?" Lin Chen asked Jiang Zhengge.

Jiang Zhengge turned his head, his expression much more serious than before.

“I became increasingly aware that something was wrong,” Jiang Zhengge said. “Super America…the Foundation…their information flow was too fast, and their decision-making was also very rapid.”

“I’ve said before that there’s a mole in the Bureau of Investigation, but I’ve always believed it was Professor Jürgen.”

"But even after his death, the leaks of information did not stop. Although they were always just small, insignificant pieces of information, at this point in time, any small piece of information could lead to a big mistake."

Hearing this, Lin Chen frowned slightly.

“I’ve been fishing,” he said, “but I haven’t found anyone suspicious.”

“That guy could be anyone,” Jiang Zhengge said, his expression turning serious. “Anyone, you understand?”

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen was stunned for a moment, then looked on in disbelief:

"You're avoiding getting your clothes wet because..."

“No, I don’t doubt Zhanyi, nor do I want to doubt any of my comrades in the Rapid Response Section 1,” Jiang Zhengge shook his head. “But now, we must avoid any possible leaks of intelligence and prepare for the worst.”

As he said this, Jiang Zhengge took out a small piece of paper:

"This is a coordinate located in the waterlogged city, leading to a safe house."

"Are there safe houses in Shuipu Town?"

"Hmm, remember the rules of Waterhole City we saw before? If you reverse all the rules, you can find this safe house."

“I don’t want you to doubt anyone. I trust my comrades in the Rapid Response Division, but I trust you even more.”

"So if something bad happens, gather at this hideout with people you trust."

Jiang Zhengge stared directly at Lin Chen, his expression resolute.

“What’s coming next is going to be a big battle,” he said. “I don’t think the Foundation and the SuperAmerica will stop short of it. Obviously, the SuperAmerica knows better than we do what the Foundation is going to do, sending two carrier strike groups here. The last time the whites did that was the University of Tokyo.”

"We must prepare for this war, which means you have to be wary of everyone around you, even if you don't want to."

"Do you understand?"

"..."

Lin Chen looked back at Jiang Zhengge and nodded vigorously.

He closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and whispered:

“When war comes, we won’t be able to take care of Huihui and Liti. We may need to ask someone else to look after them.”

“The Bureau of Investigation’s affiliated residential area will be very safe,” Jiang Zhengge said. “Or do you think it’s not safe enough?”

“It’s not safe enough. Once the war starts, every stronghold of the Bureau of Investigation will become a priority target,” Lin Chen said. “Terry knows me too well. He knows my weaknesses, so he will definitely use the two girls as a starting point.”

“Your concerns are not unfounded,” Jiang Zhengge sighed softly. “Do you have any thoughts?”

“At this point, sending them out of the country would only be a cover-up,” Lin Chen said. “We can only ask our friends in Yudu to take care of them.”

Even at a time like this, Lin Chen still thought of Brother Hao.

Now that Brother Hao's business on Gute Street is thriving, Lin Chen has seen many photos posted on his WeChat Moments, and he seems to be living a pretty good life.

If things escalate to the point of losing order, those with local influence are actually the safest.

“We need to talk to Brother Hao,” Lin Chen said. “I trust him and might be able to persuade him to cooperate with the Investigation Bureau and prepare a safe house for us.”

“That’s a good idea,” Jiang Zhengge nodded. “You take the lead in organizing it.”

Before leaving the encrypted room, Lin Chen once again wrote down the coordinates on the note and then threw it into the shredder.

After leaving the house, Lin Chen took Li Zhanyi and went directly to Brother Hao's territory.

Gute Street is much more lively than before. Without the tyranny of the Stinky Cat Gang, it has clearly become more vibrant.

In the private room on the top floor of the hotel, Brother Hao received Lin Chen and Li Zhanyi.

At this moment, Brother Hao had changed into a light blue suit, looking quite respectable, with a shiny face and a beaming smile.

After listening to Lin Chen's explanation, Brother Hao nodded thoughtfully.