I impersonated God in America

"Everyone asked me to pass on a message to you."

"I was originally thinking of letting you leave with dignity, giving you time to deal with your assets."

"But you're still thinking of coming to us for help? You think you're something special just because you're sitting on the street?"

"Since you won't give everyone dignity, then we'll help you to be dignified."

The next moment, the rope tightened again.

[Fxxk!]

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It was exactly 7:00 AM.

It made a huge headline in the news.

Astani, an inmate at the Brooklyn Federal Detention Center, was found dead in his solitary cell this morning; the preliminary ruling is suicide.

The Federal Bureau of Prisons has confirmed the news. Ronald Carter, warden of the Brooklyn Federal Detention Center, has been suspended from his duties.

The White House spokesperson declined to comment further until the investigation is complete.

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An abandoned factory located by the sea.

The air was filled with the smell of engine oil and mildew that had accumulated over the years.

Xu Ge was sitting on the oil drum when he heard footsteps coming from the doorway.

Not long after, the newcomer revealed his face.

He was a man around forty years old, with a kind smile on his face. His honest appearance seemed to make it impossible for anyone to be angry with him.

“Mr. Hugo Moretti,” the man began, “I am Detective Smith of the New York City Police Department. I wonder if you are satisfied with our gift?”

Xu Ge naturally understood the meaning behind the other party's tone.

After all, he wasn't disconnected from the internet, so he naturally saw Estein's suicide message.

But a suicide with strangulation marks on the neck?

It's safe to say they've stopped acting altogether.

Xu Ge did not respond.

He simply began to unconsciously stroke the pocket watch with his fingers.

Estein is dead.

Should he be happy?

He waited for a moment, but he didn't know what the emptiness in his heart was.

Inside the New York Police Department.

All eyes were focused on the screen; Xu Ge's expression at that moment practically controlled their every move.

Even Director Moran nervously gripped his coffee cup.

Several psychologists were frantically analyzing the situation nearby, their various opinions swirling together in a chaotic mess.

Judging from his hand gestures, based on my professional knowledge, I dare say he's suppressing his emotions.

[Very good. Let's not provoke him, maintain the current pace, and continue to hold the initiative in the negotiations.]

"As for the minor incidents that happened before, let's just let them go."

Smith stared at the other person's expression, carefully lowering his voice.

"We help you with your identity and can provide all the financial support you need."

"You too can gain status..."

Xu Ge suddenly interrupted him.

“My name is Xugo Moretti, I am thirty-three years old. I live in a basement in the Parra neighborhood, I am unmarried, I don’t smoke, and I drink occasionally.”

“A month ago, I started going to bed at 11 p.m. every night after get off work to make sure I got eight hours of sleep. Before bed, I would drink a glass of warm milk and do some stretching exercises, so I would wake up like a baby, without any fatigue or stress.”

Smith frowned slightly, feeling a little strange, but decided to go along with what the other person was saying.

"So what do you mean?"

"I want to clarify that I am someone who always seeks a peaceful life. Although my salary is not high, I always think about working towards our dreams together with my sister."

Xu Ge slowly stood up, staring intently at the collar of the other man's suit.

He knows we're watching.

For some reason, Director Moran now had a very ominous premonition.

The next moment, the other party's angry voice rang out.

"You've ruined everything!"

"It's you so-called high society! The so-called elites! The so-called big shots!"

"Do you think I want to hear you pretentiously offering conditions?"

"Then recruit? Naturalize? And give them another contract?"

"You want to use Eistan's corpse as a bribe? To turn me into your human weapon? Or into data for your laboratory?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Isn't the reason that piece of shit like Eistan exists precisely because of you guys?"

"Chief?"

There's no need to listen to the analysts' results at all.

Director Moran, watching from the screen, knew just by looking into the other person's eyes that the recruitment plan had basically come to an end.

There's only one meaning conveyed by the other person's eyes.

It's a fight to the death!

pat!

My beloved coffee cup was mercilessly smashed on the ground.

Porcelain shards flew everywhere, wetting the case report.

"Fxxk! The negotiations are over!"

"Initiate the arrest operation! Don't let him escape!!!"

Chapter Twelve: The Arrest Operation

New York City Police Department.

"Attention all units! The target snake-man is located in the abandoned industrial area of ​​Long Island!"

"Red Falcon Squad, hold your positions and prepare to snipe! Ground units, move up and prepare to block the exits! I'll repeat myself one last time: block all exits!"

The communication channel suddenly became very lively.

Deputy Director Henry personally grabbed the walkie-talkie, while his other hand continuously sketched on the map with a pen.

Whenever news of an area being captured came through the channel, he would draw an X on the map with his pen.

"The two o'clock position is ready!"

"7 o'clock position is ready!"

"Give me the golden egg and splash water! Make sure to keep the snake people here! Buy time for the ground troops to arrive!"

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Abandoned industrial area.

Xu Ge jumped off the platform, and the instant he landed on the ground, he suddenly felt a strange sensation.

Your body is giving you warnings!

My heart is pounding!

Someone is aiming at me!

Before the idea had fully formed in his consciousness, his body had already acted before his brain.

He turned to the side, tilting his head, and the bullet grazed less than two centimeters from the outside of his ear, carrying a scorching breeze.

boom.

The gunshot rang out just then, a full beat later than the bullet.

Xu Ge's snake-like eyes suddenly contracted.

He didn't stop to think, because the second bullet had already arrived.

He lowered his body and moved in an S-shape, the rubble kicked up by the bullets hitting his scales.

There was more than one sniper.

Smith's tie wobbled to one side as he ran, and he hid behind a concrete pillar, trying to contact command center with his headset.

"Negotiations have failed! Repeat, negotiations have failed! Target..."

There was static in my headset.

He looked down and realized that his headset had been cracked by a piece of sheet metal that had fallen from the roof when he was escaping the platform.

He cursed and poked half his head out from behind the pillar.

Xu Ge was seen weaving through the iron frame and concrete debris at an alarming speed.

Then he saw a scene that made his brain freeze for almost half a second.

He saw the other person's snake tail slap the ground, and the person was launched nearly ten meters away. As he jumped left and right, bullet holes and ricochets kept appearing on the ground around him.

"Hit! Red Falcon 2 hits target... Wait! Holy crap, it managed to dodge that?"

"The target speed has not decreased significantly! Repeat, the target speed has not decreased significantly!"

"Damn it, is that guy even human?"

At that speed of movement, under that density of firepower, every movement he made went beyond the realm of normal reaction.

And they seem to be getting more and more skilled.

[Such a thick layer of blood?!]

[No! It's that the other party was basically not injured!]

Smith had seen special forces soldiers demonstrate their trained muscle memory during exercises, using it to perform evasive maneuvers.

But Xu Ge did seem to be able to sense the bullets before they left the barrel.

This guy's sensory abilities are definitely abnormal!

The thought gave Smith goosebumps.

next moment.

Snapped!

The bullet grazed past his groin, and Smith broke out in a cold sweat.

[F*** you! I'm still here!]

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Xu Ge approached the edge of the industrial zone.

Less than a hundred meters ahead is the Atlantic Ocean.

The terrain of the abandoned industrial area drops sharply, with the side closest to the coast once being an old cargo terminal, now only rusted cranes standing forlornly against the sky.

The dock is not bad.

He could smell the seawater.

The drop from the cliff in the industrial area to the sea is about twenty meters, which is not a problem for him at all.