I impersonated God in America

【fxxk, what is this?!】

Marcus stepped forward and patted the other person's face.

"Get lost."

He turned to look at the other security guard.

Clang.

The other person slumped to the ground, the walkie-talkie slipping from their hand and rolling into the corner.

My legs were so weak I couldn't stand up at all.

"..."

Marcus ignored him.

After stepping over the walkie-talkie, he walked towards the end of the corridor.

"Ring ring~"

Listening to the violin melody coming from inside the banquet hall.

And the constant clinking of wine glasses.

The banquet should end now.

The security guard, slumped in the corridor, only felt his strength returning after watching the figure disappear.

He glanced down at the walkie-talkie in his hand, then exchanged a look with his colleague with the stubble-faced hair next to him, and they seemed to begin communicating with their eyes.

[Oh no, it seems we've encountered a truly extraordinary being.]

【what to do?】

He then threw the walkie-talkie into the nearby trash can and tossed his hat on the ground.

"Why would you risk your life for a few thousand dollars?"

"Let those pretentious guys inside have good luck."

Chapter Sixty: I only sell this stuff, I don't touch it.

Inside the banquet hall.

The light from the crystal chandelier shattered on the rim of the champagne glass.

Accompanied by the music of violins, the annual appreciation banquet of Fuld Pharmaceuticals was at its most festive.

"This year, the number of prescriptions for Osipin has doubled compared to last year, and the Southeast region has led the country for three consecutive quarters."

"Your new sales representative in the Northeast region is quite good. Last month, the prescription volume of the doctors under him surpassed all the competitors in Philadelphia."

Hearing the cheerful laughter from not far away, the CEO called over the head of the R&D department.

What is the progress of the new drug research?

"We have already prepared a new generation of formulations by next year when the exclusivity clause for generic Osmin expires."

"The new product has a slightly increased dosage, making it a little more addictive, so we can just change the packaging color and continue selling it."

"Well done! Oh, and don't forget those old men in the government..."

"How much will be used for bribes this year?"

"What bribery? In America, we call that political donations and necessary policy lobbying expenditures!"

The CEO sighed and tapped the other person on the head.

"Sigh, you haven't improved at all after all these years. Can't you use your brain a little more?"

"I understand, brother-in-law."

"When you're out in public, you should address people by their titles! Now let me ask you, where is the new drug's progress in the process?"

"The lobbying team in Congress is already in talks, and the FDA's approval process won't take too long."

"Very good, let's go back now, it's about to begin."

The CEO raised a glass of champagne, feeling a sense of helplessness as he thought about how the addiction metric had risen again.

Sigh, I guess I'll just have to bear the blame for these customers who get addicted to suffering.

"Friends! Our goal for next year is to make Osmin the number one prescribed painkiller in the United States, and to achieve this..."

Boom!

The banquet hall doors were slammed shut from the inside.

Two heavy oak doors slammed against the door frame.

The people who were chatting all turned their heads toward the door at the same time.

The CEO frowned.

He gestured with his chin toward his assistant, who put down his wine glass and hurried toward the door.

"Hey sir, this is a private place..."

Marcus waved his hand.

A burst of flame erupted from his palm, engulfing half of his assistant's body.

"Ahhh!"

The other person only had time to let out a scream before falling backward to the ground.

The suit was curled up in the flames, and moments later a charred corpse, still smoking, lay on the floor.

The banquet hall fell silent for a full moment.

"Run, everyone! There's a monster!"

"There's a side door over there, run that way!"

Screams erupted from all directions.

A man rushed quickly toward the side door.

But Marcus swung his hand again.

The flames extended from his arm and spread along the walls of the banquet hall.

The flames spontaneously formed a complete ring of fire on the wall, sealing the entire hall into an octagonal cage with no exit.

"fxxk! hot!"

The man tried to push the door open, but his fingertips recoiled as soon as they touched the doorknob from the intense heat.

On the other side, the CEO watched as Marcus walked towards him.

My legs are trembling.

"Hey sir, isn't there some misunderstanding between us? If there's anything I can help you with..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Marcus grabbed the man by the throat, lifted him off the bar, and slammed him against the wall with a thud.

"Sir...ah..."

Then he placed his hand on the CEO's right cheek and slammed the head against the wall.

The plaster on the wall was rubbed into fine powder and fell off in a flurry.

Bloodstains also trickled down the wall.

Marcus took out the medicine.

Homemade painkillers?

The CEO glanced at it and assumed the other person wanted him to relieve some of his pain.

"Sir, I only sell this stuff, I don't touch it."

boom! ! !

The next moment, the CEO's face was slammed against the wall with even greater force, his lips struggling to mumble amidst the plaster shards.

“Sir, I don’t know where I offended you… but I have plenty of money.”

"Name your price, anything is fine as long as you name it..."

"I just want you to die."

The heat in Marcus's palm reignited.

"Ugh... Whoa!"

The raging flames poured directly from his palm into the CEO's mouth and nose, setting the face, which was still trying to force a flattering smile, ablaze from the inside out.

The charred skin peeled off layer by layer under the high temperature. The CEO's body twitched against the wall a few times before sliding off Marcus's released hand and onto the ground.

Marcus turned around and looked at the remaining guests huddled in the corner, trembling.

Those men and women who were just clinking glasses and boasting about their achievements are now all huddled together, burying their faces in their knees, not even daring to lift their heads.

Is this what it feels like to have power?

A slow smile slowly spread across his lips.

[Sending all these scum to hell would be worth it, even if I die the next second!]

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FBI New York Field Office.

The Perseus Hotel... Someone broke into the private banquet hall with an incendiary device...

"Another terrorist attack."

The detective on duty hung up the phone and rubbed his temples.

During this period, there have been at least several similar reports every month. Whenever terrorist attacks are mentioned, it's like working overtime day and night.

If not handled properly, those above will be held accountable; if they're unlucky, a high-ranking official might be forced to step down, and everyone else will suffer the consequences.

He was preparing to file the briefing.

The phone rang again.

His voice was extremely low and he spoke very quickly.

"There's a fire-breathing monster at the Perseus Hotel slaughtering everyone in the lobby! You'd better hurry... Aaaaaah!!!"

Click.

The officer on duty was stunned for a moment.

A fire-breathing creature? Could it be?

He took off his headphones and his fingers flew across the hotel's internal surveillance system.

The moment the screen loaded, he stood up from his chair.

[F*** you! It's actually true!]

A man stood between charred corpses and an overturned champagne tower, one hand gripping the neck of an executive, flames billowing from between his fingers.

The surrounding flames turned the entire banquet hall into a giant cage of fire.

The burned corpses were scattered everywhere.

"Immediately notify superiors! An extraordinary entity has appeared in Midtown Manhattan!!!"

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"Since the military took over these tasks, we've only been able to deal with the scraps."

"Our biggest mistake was not reacting quickly enough, letting the military snatch the prize first and classify this as a terrorist attack. The FBI must intervene immediately! This is a great opportunity to overtake them!"

"Forget about those fat pigs in the pharmaceutical companies, prioritize winning over that fire guy. If we can handle this case before the military and the Special Affairs Bureau get involved, we'll have a say in law enforcement regarding supernatural events in the future."

The FBI official was spitting as he spoke in his office.

Before he could finish speaking, Marcus's voice suddenly came through the screen, interrupting the FBI director's pre-battle pep talk.