I impersonated God in America

boom! ! !

The moment the phone call ended, a loud bang erupted in the conference room.

Kavali slammed the phone he was holding onto the table.

"F*** it! That's Italian territory!"

"And the existence of spies is no longer being faked, right?"

"So, my troops are also pro-American?!"

"These shitty Americans, may they eat pineapple pizza for the rest of their lives!"

The people around remained silent.

Everyone knows that America's explanation is just a thin veil of pretense.

I really want to eat it all by myself.

It's just a mere historical site; wouldn't it be better to cooperate with Italy?

I really don't understand Americans.

On the other side, Kavali looked at the blank sea on the screen, a hint of bloodlust appearing in his eyes.

It's important to know that Italy invested the most time and had the closest access to the target sea area.

At this moment, the thought that the United States had gotten to the fountain of youth before him was worse than killing him.

This opportunity cannot be allowed to slip through our fingers!!!

The adjutant beside him looked at Kavali with a worried expression. He noticed that his superior had been acting like a gambler who had lost his mind lately, completely lacking his usual composure.

"Notify the Ghost Fleet to advance at full speed and prepare to fire a shot at those Americans."

"We must intercept the vanished destroyer fleet once it reappears!"

"Stop all extraordinary supplies! Don't let any of the rats on the fleet escape!"

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Somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea.

The forward standby formation of the U.S. Sixth Fleet is awaiting the return of the forward destroyer fleet.

At this moment, the crew members on the fleet were already imagining the rewards they would receive upon returning home.

After consulting with superiors, the higher authorities not only did not pursue the responsibility for the disappearance of the destroyer, but also failed to investigate the matter.

They even said they would promote and raise them after their return.

So, we just went out for a stroll and then everyone's done their job and is ready to retire?

Is there anything more awesome than this?

Just then, a panicked voice came through the communication channel.

"The second forward-deployed ship is under attack on its starboard side!"

"What? What's going on?"

"Unable to confirm at this time!"

The officer on duty suddenly stood up.

"Transfer the footage!"

The large screen immediately switched to the shipboard view of the second destroyer.

Suddenly, a missile appeared in front of the ship on the sea surface.

"What!?"

Although the shipborne radar finally detected it, it only had a very short reaction time.

boom!

Flames from the explosion shot into the air.

The second destroyer was torn open on its starboard side, and the ship quickly listed to one side.

"Contact Ship Number Two!"

"Communication interrupted!"

"F*** it! Are we fighting some kind of monster?"

The next moment, the duty officer watched as more and more missiles appeared on the sea surface in the same manner on the screen.

How are we supposed to fight this?

At that moment, only two words were on his face.

despair.

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Sixth Fleet Headquarters.

"The forward standby formation has been attacked by unidentified armed forces!"

"what?!"

The commander-in-chief had just finished communicating with the mainland and looked at the screen, his face gradually darkening.

Missiles appearing in the void...

"Damn it, who is it? Wait!"

Although he did not know the enemy's true identity.

But it's clear that whoever benefits is the most suspicious.

Who will launch the attack at this time? It's really hard to guess.

What's the Italian side up to?

"All their communications were shut down."

The commander-in-chief stared at the burning destroyers.

"Connect encrypted communications to the Department of Defense."

"For example, the forward standby formation was attacked by an unknown fleet, and the attack method was suspected to have stealth capabilities."

"Highly suspected to be related to Italy."

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The United States Extraordinary Countermeasures Department.

James looked at the destroyers engulfed in flames.

His heart was pounding.

A few seconds later, he reached for the communication records on the table and tore them in half.

He achieved an impressive time of 0.01 seconds in the game of guessing the mastermind.

"Bullshit, Italy wants to monopolize it."

James has come a long way from a small town to where he is today by seizing opportunities time and time again.

Now, does Italy want to snatch this opportunity away?

Cutting off someone's money is like killing their parents.

Moreover, the benefits brought by the "water of youth" far exceed money.

James's face gradually turned ferocious.

"Let the main force of the Sixth Fleet continue its advance."

"And the use of the demonic trade item 'Soul Forge' is permitted!"

The assistant next to him panicked slightly, as he was naturally familiar with this prop.

The 'Soul Furnace' was part of a deal they made with the Great Demon. Although they didn't know how it worked, they discovered that placing it on objects could activate them and give those objects the ability to manipulate certain elements.

Tests showed that this activation method was more effective on larger weapons, so they decided to use it on aircraft carriers.

Aside from that, it's useful, but it's a bit too much for death row inmates...

"But, Minister, although the Canaanite gods say there's no risk of this item being discovered, isn't it a bit... a bit... "

"So you're saying we have a reason to just give it up?"

"We can only be the winners of this ruins event!!!"

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French Ministry of Defense.

"That's an exaggeration..."

Minister Charles stood in front of the large screen in the conference room, his expression gradually stiffening.

Satellite images of the Mediterranean theater of war were displayed on the screen.

An American frigate is burning fiercely on the sea.

The nearby sea area was deserted.

Only missiles appeared at extremely close range, and then accurately hit the ship's hull.

"Where did these missiles come from?"

The assistant looked annoyed.

"You're asking me? Can't you see for yourself?"

Charles pursed his lips but didn't say anything; he was already used to his way of getting along with his assistant.

Sigh, why am I so good-natured?

[And could this be Italy's doing?]

The Sicilian coast, the temporary blockade zone, and the sudden increase in communication security measures by the Italian side.

These clues, pieced together, are enough to explain the issue.

"A stealthy fleet..." Charles looked on in disbelief. "Has Italy really come this far down the path of integrating the extraordinary with technology?"

You have to understand, that's the core fleet of the United States!

They're actually getting dominated by Italy?

Moreover.

Has Italy gone mad?

"They actually dared to attack the American fleet directly in the Mediterranean?"

Although after the advent of the superhuman era, the United States no longer has such a dominant influence over other countries.

But it can still maintain its position as the world's number one.

[F***! Italy is that strong?]

If you win, what are you waiting for? The top spot in the EU is yours!

"They may think that the United States is invading their territory."

“A warning should have been issued first, as this is a blatant disregard for the NATO treaty.”

Charles watched the flames rising on the screen with an extremely complicated expression.

The assistant picked up another communication record.

"However, the United States has just released a statement."

What did they say?

"The Sixth Fleet encountered an attack by an unidentified pirate group while carrying out a humanitarian relief mission, and they are preparing to retaliate in self-defense."

"pirate?"

Charles paused for a moment.