I write obituaries for the gods

“Don’t cry, baby,” Scott gently stroked the little girl’s head. “Daddy’s back, isn’t he? Daddy didn’t leave…”

......

"Buzzing..."

Inside the truck, Lin Chen quickly checked the QBZ-191 assault rifle in his hand, then hung it around his neck.

He looked up and saw Jiang Zhengge sitting opposite him, seemingly lost in thought.

"Old Jiang?" Lin Chen asked.

"Ok?"

Jiang Zhengge snapped out of his daze and smiled at Lin Chen.

"It's nothing," he said.

He quickly checked the weapon and said in a low voice:

"Try not to make any moves when crossing the border later. Although Oswald has already obtained the identity of the Green Gang leader, his men are unaware of this."

"Are those Green Gang members really that clueless?" Lin Chen muttered.

"It's okay, they're just ignorant, we'll beat them up."

Lin Chen turned his head and saw Black Sword sitting next to him, moving its mechanical joints.

"Senior, your voice is too loud," Li Zhanyi complained.

"Sorry, I got a little too excited," Black Sword scratched his head. "I haven't been on the battlefield in a long time, and I really couldn't hold back..."

Please, sir, don't go looking for trouble and get into a fight at the border later...

Lin Chen only dared to complain in his heart. If he said it out loud, Black Sword would probably fight him in the carriage.

At this moment, the truck stopped, and shouting could be heard outside:

"Open the carriages! Inspect the cargo!"

"We've reached the border," Jiang Zhengge said in a low voice.

Everyone immediately became alert. Lin Chen stared at the hatch, ready to charge out as soon as it opened.

"These are Mr. Scott's personal belongings! Don't touch them!" the driver shouted.

"Mr. Scott? Personal cargo? Really?"

"Here's the proof, see for yourself! You'll be responsible if anything goes wrong during the examination!"

After he finished speaking, there was no more noise outside.

Five minutes passed before the border inspector seemed to make a phone call and didn't return until after a long conversation.

"Alright, alright! Tell Mr. Scott that the situation is tense right now, so don't send things away randomly next time!"

"I'll pass on the message! Whether he listens or not is beyond my control!"

"..."

"It seems like this Scott that Oswald possessed doesn't have much influence," Li Zhanyi complained. "He can't even be stopped by a servant!"

“The fate of a dog,” Jiang Zhengge shook his head, “but in this world, perhaps it’s something one has no choice in.”

The truck drove into the Liberty district, and after an unknown amount of time, it stopped.

"Alright! Get out of here, all of you!" someone shouted. "Don't bother me!"

"..."

"Bang!"

The truck door opened, and Scott, dressed in a green suit, stood in the doorway.

“Section Chief, it’s all taken care of,” Oswald said in a low voice. “This villa can serve as our temporary base.”

"Thank you for your hard work." Jiang Zhengge nodded.

The group jumped out of the truck and went directly into the main hall of the villa through the garage door to familiarize themselves with the surroundings.

This villa area is located on the southern border of the Liberty district, and the entire area is under the control of the Red Gang, with checkpoints everywhere on the streets.

“This villa is similar to that of the CIA agent,” Lin Chen said, looking at the familiar layout. “It’s a pity that the villa is unusable now.”

“Blame Louis. All the portals in the Ideal Country are no longer working, and the activity of the ruins has been greatly reduced because of his use,” Li Zhanyi sighed helplessly. “Otherwise, we could have just walked through the portal into the Liberty District.”

“It’s okay, things are going pretty smoothly now,” Lucy said. “Os has always been very reliable.”

Lin Chen looked at Oswald and found that the gentleman had remained silent from the beginning until now.

Noticing Lin Chen's gaze, he nodded slightly and said:

"I need to delay my involvement in the next operation; you can begin your reconnaissance work first."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Zhengge asked.

“I need to arrange for someone to leave the Liberty district,” Oswald said.

"Who is it?" Lucy leaned closer.

Lin Chen could clearly sense that Oswald hadn't wanted to speak at first, but after meeting Lucy's gaze, he said:

"Scott's daughter."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the garage, leaving behind his back.

"Let's get started," Jiang Zhengge said, then turned and walked towards the study on the second floor.

"Oswald is going to send the Green Gang leader's daughter away?" Li Zhanyi was somewhat confused. "Wow... he's actually being so kind..."

“He’s always been kind, he just hasn’t told you,” Lucy said.

Lin Chen looked at Lucy and noticed that there were several indescribable emotions on her face.

"Does he do this often?" Lin Chen asked.

“All his salary goes towards maintaining several welfare homes,” Lucy said softly. “Those welfare homes are located in some small towns on the outskirts of Yudu, and they take in many elderly people and children.”

"Those old people and children..." Lin Chen vaguely guessed the truth.

“They are relatives of those he killed,” Lucy said.

Rain fell on the windowpane, splashing with a soft, metallic sound.

“He’s really not that scary,” Lucy said, looking at Li Zhanyi. “Really, he’s just not very talkative.”

"Sister Lucy...do you know about Oswald's past?" Li Zhanyi asked cautiously.

Upon hearing this, Lucy fell silent.

After thinking for a while, she spoke softly:

"know."

She turned her head and walked towards the second floor:

"However, let's wait until he's willing to tell you."

"..."

In his study on the second floor, Oswald had already set up a reality anchor for contacting the Bureau of Investigation headquarters.

"You're here?" Black Sword turned to look at Lin Chen as he entered the room. "Let me give you some good news first."

She turned the laptop around, and the face of the bronze mask suddenly appeared on the screen.

"Hi, godfather!"

"Get lost," Lin Chen said calmly. "Is everything going smoothly on your end?"

“It’s going very smoothly. My dad has been fighting with those bastards in the Liberty District for quite some time now, and he can’t wait to hear that you’re going to take over their port.”

"Commander Old Catfish is willing to assist us?" Li Zhanyi was visibly encouraged.

"Of course! Guerrillas are experts at attacking ports. A quick bombing is all it takes to blast everything, a devastating attack is all it takes to destroy the world!"

"Get lost, can you let the old catfish talk to me instead?" Lin Chen stated calmly.

The camera shook violently a few times, and then the old catfish's big face was right in front of the camera.

“Ghost, green signal flare,” said the old catfish.

"To what extent can you do it?" Lin Chen asked.

"Half the port, and watch out for what's overhead."

After saying that, he immediately cut off the communication.

"Do the people of Raintown have the Riddler gene?" Lin Chen couldn't help but complain.

“Being careful of what’s above your head isn’t hard to figure out; in fact, I noticed it when I came in,” Hua Luori said, hands in her pockets. “There are a lot of things in the sky.”

"The sky?"

Lin Chen closed his eyes, feeling the rain outside the window.

Sure enough, he noticed unnatural air currents flowing through the clouds.

Those things... seemed like living organisms...

"A demigod?" Lin Chen opened his deep blue eyes.

“Super America has prepared a tough package for the Red Gang,” Hua Molan’s voice came through. “By hacking into Scott’s phone, we found some communication records.”

After that, a chat log was transmitted over.

Scott: Are you sure you want to let outsiders into our port?

Ms. Redfield: Ghosts are a threat, and we need more help.

Scott: To be honest, I think it's a bad idea, and the defenders of democracy won't be happy about it.

Ms. Redfield: Do your job, Scott. The Democracy Guardian is not our bodyguard; he is a watcher. Don't expect him to protect us.

"Defenders of Democracy..."

Lin Chen raised his head and looked up at the sky.

......

Chapter Thirty-One: The Slums

"Boom!"

Amidst the flashing thunder, Mrs. Redfield heard a deafening thud outside.

She was lying in a rocking chair, warming herself by the fire, knitting a sweater.

“Don’t be afraid,” she reassured the young man who had raised his gun, “Let him in.”

"..."

The door was opened, and a burly figure walked into the room, his wings folding behind him.

He was wearing a Stars and Stripes uniform and a silver eagle-shaped helmet on his head, with his eyes gleaming a deep blue light behind the helmet.

"clang!"

The defenders of democracy planted their rifles on the ground, the sound of their rifles reverberating.

"You allowed the Foundation's people into the port," the Democracy Guardian said aggressively.

“What can we do? You haven’t provided us with enough shelter,” Mrs. Redfield said calmly. “The superpower America is in dire straits itself. We have to survive, don’t we? Between being bombed by the Foundation and cooperating with them, what do we have to choose?”

"Buzz!"

With a hum of steel, the spear thrust forward, almost piercing Mrs. Redfield's neck.

But the lady simply smiled calmly:

"Don't pretend to be tough, Guardian. You understand that maintaining cooperation with us is a very rational choice, and it's your only choice."

"Have you forgotten who my brother is?" The Democracy Guardian narrowed his deep blue eyes.

"It's precisely because your brother is the renowned 'Eagle of Freedom' of the United States that you have absolutely no chance of returning," Mrs. Redfield laughed. "Right now, uprisings are rising up all over Latin America, and the superpower is disintegrating. You don't want to die in the rainforests and mud of Latin America like the other demigods of the American military, do you? You understand the methods of those Latin Americans..."

The defenders of democracy remained silent.

He stared at Mrs. Redfield, as if deep in thought.