I impersonated God in America

To be honest, his coming here was a complete accident.

This abandoned dock area along the Atlantic coast, due to its sparse population, has become a temporary habitat for northern albatrosses.

Here he can hear the sounds of all sorts of animal friends.

Cheese Seagull.

He came here to photograph birds.

He drove to the industrial area at four in the morning, set up his DSLR camera and telephoto lens, and also brought his binoculars.

Seabirds typically forage within an hour after sunrise, and he planned to shoot until nine o'clock before heading back.

Then, he saw something he shouldn't have seen.

As the gunshots rang out across the empty coastline, Pacco was squatting under the windowsill eating a cold sandwich.

He paused for almost two seconds before taking out binoculars from his backpack.

He saw a snake.

No, it was a monster that was half human and half snake.

Bullets were hitting him from multiple angles, and he seemed to know exactly where each bullet would land.

Pacco's telescope caught sight of the figure.

His first reaction was: something's not right.

My second reaction was: I know this person.

Xu Ge.

Pacco's fingers began to tremble.

He leaned back against the corner of the wall and sat there.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there.

The gunfire in the distance stopped.

His brain didn't stop working; in fact, it worked even faster than before.

He connected everything.

[Xu Ge went to the Gislin Manor that night. He didn't deny my accusations; he said I was naive.]

Then Gislinn died.

[Then Estein was arrested and committed suicide in prison the following morning.]

[Then those were government officials; were they there to arrest him? No! They were there to recruit him.]

So the truth behind Estein's death is...

Pako can press her face against her palm.

He felt nauseous.

He worked at the newspaper for several years, seeing so many case files, missing persons reports, court records, and anonymous whistleblower letters, writing them night after night under fluorescent lights, only to be shot, rewritten, and shot again.

Xu Ge only needed one night.

In one night, they burned Gislin's manor to the ground and sent Estein to a federal detention center.

Tear apart the protective umbrella of the entire New York political and business circle in the most violent way!

And he wrote for nearly three years.

Not a single girl returned alive because of his reporting.

Not a single criminal was imprisoned because of his exposure.

Estein was silenced, not because of his reporting.

Gislin was killed by Xu Ge, not because of his witness.

He thought of the girl from his hometown, the island of Hawaii.

The other person pulled him out of his deep-seated inferiority complex, giving him the courage to leave the island.

The other person was from a completely different world. Watching the other person being led away by bodyguards, he had a sentence he regretted for the rest of his life and never uttered.

I will redeem others just like you did.

He had been telling himself this all these years, so seeing the Estein case made him realize his own value.

【if I could……】

Now, he realizes he can't save them.

Pac sat on the ground, next to a dusty telescope and a camera that had finished taking pictures.

He remembered what Xu Ge had told him.

"What do you think a single report can do?"

He now knows that the other person is right.

Why can't I do anything?

why?

why?

【because】

You are too weak, you have no power.

"Who?"

Chapter Fourteen: Reception and Remains

Only five people remained in the meeting room.

The ashtray on the table was piled high with cigarette butts.

Director Moran sat in the main seat, an unlit cigar between his fingers.

Henry sat beside him, constantly flipping through the summary of the operation.

The more I looked at his face, the uglier it became.

"You mean we deployed so much firepower, but not a single shot hit the enemy?"

"Please don't say that. We were actually hit by one shot," the intelligence officer at the end of the table interjected instinctively. "One shot hit his left shoulder."

Is that all your doing?

It's less about their shots being accurate and more about their opponents' accurate returns.

Henry looked at him expressionlessly, and the intelligence officer, feeling the stare, shrank back.

"How could underwater tracking fail completely when the other party was injured?"

He placed the report on the table, pressed his index finger against the paper, and pushed it to the center of the table.

"What's even more ironic is that, despite being surrounded, they still managed to rescue one of our people?"

"They've lost all sense of shame."

"First, suppress all the news, then publicize the gunfire in the industrial area as gang fighting, one fact and one fiction."

"Then find an opportunity to delete all the messages that have been spread as soon as possible."

"It's already being done."

Moran nodded, and just as she was about to get up, the conference room door was pushed open.

The man who walked in was a middle-aged man in a dark blue uniform, with a badge pinned to his chest that Moran had never seen before.

“Director Moran,” the man said, standing in the doorway, “I am Colonel Brian from the Department of Defense’s Special Operations Coordination Office. I was instructed by my superiors to come and receive today’s operations report.”

"Ministry of Defense?" Henry asked, rather inopportunely. "When did we come under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Defense?"

Brian didn't answer him, he just looked at Moran.

Moran placed the cigar on the edge of the table and stood up.

"This is my office. Please come over here to talk."

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crunch.

Moran closed the office door.

Brian did not sit down.

“I have already reviewed your action report.”

He placed a document on Moran's desk.

The assessment above is: wasting resources, revealing the bottom line, and deciding to negotiate with extraordinary individuals without authorization.

The cover is printed with the DOD (Department of Defense) heading and a line of red security classification markings.

"Negotiation is within the NYPD's jurisdiction."

“That was before,” Brian interrupted him. “From now on, all intelligence and operations involving supernatural entities will be taken over by the newly established Special Affairs Bureau.”

"From this moment on, you will no longer be involved in any cases related to the supernatural."

"The higher-ups are very disappointed with your assessment. Cherish the last part of your police career."

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The next morning.

Army Research Institute Affiliated Biological Laboratory.

Dr. Samantha had thick dark circles under her eyes.

Despite not having rested for a long time, he was still intently looking at a scale on the microscope in front of him.

The irregularly shaped, diamond-shaped scales are about the size of a coin, with fine parallel lines on their surface. Under an electron microscope, their cross-sections show a multi-layered, alternating structure similar to carbon fiber.

"Having both a carapace and tendons? What's going on? This is completely illogical."

Samantha ignored her assistant's surprise.

"There is currently no known generation mechanism in nature."

"Doctor, the report is out."

An assistant handed her a report directly.

The report shows the results of the DNA sample extracted from the scales, and the sequencing results show two clear sequence peaks.

One group is clearly human.

As for the other group...

"It is some kind of python."

She pointed to a gene fragment on the report with her finger.

"The COL1A1 gene on chromosome 17 has 51 exons, and 6 of them have been replaced with snake-like ones. The most amazing thing is that the reading frame wasn't broken, and the protein can still fold?"

How did this happen?

"The retrotransposon cuts out the snake's genes and sticks them into its human genome. The repair enzymes can still function? It completely uses the snake's collagen genes as a backup template."

She took a blood sample from the centrifuge tube.

The red blood cells in this blood sample still maintained a basically normal biconcave disc shape under the microscope.

Don't you think this sample is wonderful?

"Connect me to the Department of Biological Defense, Ministry of National Defense."

She held the scales in her hand, shone the light on them, and watched the reflection.

[One book is enough]

"The results are in, and the report shows that human and snake DNA are being expressed at the same locus on the same chromosome."