I impersonated God in America

[Am I really going to stay in the Special Affairs Bureau until retirement?]

Chapter Seventy-Nine: This is an auspicious omen!

Rumble.

At this moment, the screen shows the last barrier of the Atlantic Ocean.

Chesapeake Bay ultimately could not be stopped, and was utterly destroyed by the terrifying waves carried by the water elemental giant.

At this moment, everyone in the conference room turned pale.

Having allowed such a terrifying monster into the Atlantic Ocean, they could all guess that they would never have a peaceful life again.

Especially for some trading companies, it's foreseeable that they will be barely surviving.

Given that there are sea monsters in the Atlantic that specifically attack near the United States, which ships would still be willing to come here specifically?

"Should we supplement the policy to provide insurance for ships that are willing to go to sea? If they are attacked by water monsters or water elementals, they can get additional compensation from us."

"This method only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause. Besides, how do you know the frequency of the water elemental giants' attacks? What if they really don't allow a single ship to pass?"

"That's the insurance company's problem."

The meeting room had completely descended into a different state, with everyone tearing at each other and arguing amongst themselves.

Seeing this, the president coughed twice, silencing everyone.

Although he wasn't a very authoritative president, he still had to maintain a certain level of prestige.

But considering the current situation, the president inexplicably felt that perhaps stepping down now wouldn't be a bad thing.

Thinking about it carefully, the next election isn't far off.

I believe the next candidate will definitely be chosen.

He can't possibly get re-elected after doing such a disastrous job, can he?

"Now that the water elemental giant has entered the sea, there is no way to stop it. So the only thing we need to discuss now is how to minimize our losses. You have to understand that this monster has no shortage of water sources or directional restrictions in the Atlantic Ocean. To its north is New York, and to its south is Miami."

"You all know how much damage the last fire monster caused in the Manhattan neighborhoods. This time, it has the entire coastline as an environmental advantage, so the pressure is immense. Do you have any good ideas on how to deal with it?"

The people in the conference room exchanged glances, then shook their heads. An old general sighed and said:

"How do we fight them? Giants at sea and giants in rivers are completely different concepts. No matter what they do in rivers, their range of activity is ultimately limited. As long as we cut off their water supply, they can only be trapped and beaten. If it weren't for those damned natives keeping us alive this time, we could almost say that we had won."

"But now that we're at sea, it has almost unlimited supplies, and almost all the tactics we can come up with are ineffective. We can't exactly launch a dam-breaking operation at sea, can we?"

The person next to him thought for a moment and offered a suggestion: "If long-range attacks don't work, do we have any weapons that can be used to strike directly from underwater? Well, it seems like there isn't."

The old general looked at him as if he were a fool.

[Underwater weapons to fight water elementals? Really?]

"In that case, could we lure them towards New York and use the Thunderbirds as our trump card when they destroy New York?"

Upon hearing this, James shook his head.

No one understood Thunderbird better than him; after all, he had encountered Thunderbird at least twice. He began to explain slowly.

"The Thunderbird isn't actually connected to New York as strongly as you might imagine. Its first two appearances were solely due to its ability to maintain order by targeting evil entities. The Water Elemental Giant, on the other hand, is essentially a deity, and like the Thunderbird, it is a local guardian spirit."

"Didn't you see what's happening in Washington? The reason they're protecting the devil isn't because they're with the devil, but because the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Upon hearing this, there was a moment of silence in the meeting room.

"So, could we simply retreat from the coastal cities inland temporarily? As long as we don't have enough coastline, the enemy can't keep chasing us, right?"

The group exchanged glances.

They found that although this was somewhat of a case of throwing the baby out with the bathwater, it seemed that there was no better way.

Suddenly, the assistant next to him interjected, tapping the secondary screen.

An extra image suddenly popped up on the big screen, squeezed into the bottom right corner.

"Sir! A peculiar celestial phenomenon appears to be occurring over a small island in the Atlantic Ocean!"

Switching the camera, we see a beam of light shooting straight into the sky above a small island, piercing the clouds.

Around the pillar of light, countless clouds were tinged with dark red and then swirled around it.

It seems that some kind of tidal effect is causing the seawater around the island to be constantly pushed outward by some force, revealing a ring of submerged reefs and plateaus.

Everyone was somewhat surprised.

While the people around were still in a daze, a high-ranking official suddenly stood up and pointed to the location on the island.

“Mr. President, this should be an auspicious sign! You should know that this kind of situation usually means the appearance of ancient ruins.”

"In the past, both the Papal States and Italy obtained extraordinary power from the Stone Serpent Ruins or the ruins of that academy. Perhaps we Americans also possess some kind of heritage, only it's on an island."

"God bless America!"

"Great beauty!!!"

Make America Great Again!

The president was slightly taken aback, then saw that one by one, the people around him also began to celebrate loudly.

He then realized what was happening.

For the United States today, the appearance of such ruins is not a bad thing.

After all, what they lack most are the initial steps. Having enough extraordinary relics to provide materials and data is definitely a good thing, and theoretically speaking, it's not a bad deal even if you go to extremes.

Moreover, the location of this small island is entirely within the territory of the United States.

This is like a piece of easy prey that's already in my mouth!

A look of delight flashed across the president's face, and he began to direct, "Quickly zoom in on the location of this island and mark its exact coordinates."

At James's signal, the assistant next to him began to operate the machine continuously.

Immediately afterwards, everyone watched as the location of the island became clearer, with the Virgin Islands and Atlantic coordinates appearing one after another.

James frowned and slowly said, "This looks like a private island."

He didn't notice at all that the expressions of several high-ranking officials in the corner changed, and then they exchanged glances with subtle expressions.

Someone coughed softly, but didn't say anything.

Ring ring.

Suddenly, an emergency communication system rang in the conference room; it was from personnel within the Special Affairs Bureau.

As soon as the call connected, James heard a panicked voice on the other end.

"Boss! That mysterious man with the silk threads just contacted us and said that the situation on that island in the Atlantic Ocean is likely some kind of sacrifice! It's highly likely that it's a god-level being."

A sudden, abrupt sound rang out as a pen fell to the floor in the conference room.

"A sacrifice? No way!"

James discovered that at this time in Washington, most of the firepower, including attrition, was being used in a war of attrition against the Water Giants.

Moreover, the surrounding cities had almost all been given a large amount of firepower. He did a quick calculation and found that the remaining firepower in the surrounding cities was less than half of what it usually was.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

Given their current firepower, they would struggle even to defeat a native water god. What if the opponent is truly on par with the demons behind the gates of Hell in New York?

If you're friendly to them, that's fine, but if not...

"Is this all the firepower you have left? Really??"

Chapter 80: Gathering, Let's Set Sail to the Island!

Halloween night.

"Hoohoo!"

A girl ran desperately from the rocky beach into the sea, and because she was barefoot, she got several cuts on the broken seashells.

She was wearing a ripped white sundress, her hair plastered to her face with seawater. The searchlights behind her illuminated the entire shallow area.

"Help! Waaah!"

A hand grabbed her hair from behind and dragged her back from the sea to the beach.

The girl choked on several mouthfuls of seawater, coughed desperately, and her knees scraped a light red mark on the sand.

The person who pulled her over turned her over, pinched her chin, looked her over from side to side, and shook his head.

"See that? This is what happens when you leave without permission. The last one who ran away had half his leg bitten off by a shark. This one is lucky; at least his face isn't scarred."

He took out a stamp and pressed it below the girl's collarbone.

The red ink seeped into the skin, leaving a number, much like the labels that are stuck to the skin of pork on a slaughterhouse assembly line.

He casually tossed the seal into the toolbox next to him.

"Third-class items, send them to the basement downstairs."

Two security guards in black polo shirts ran over from the other side of the beach, lifted the girl off the ground, and dragged her away.

"No, sir, please..."

The girl's feet left two long drag marks in the sand before being washed away by the waves.

“I’m telling you, you people are always too soft-hearted. You have to set rules for these new products from the start. When that old man Estein was around, he spoiled them too much.”

"And what happened? He was killed by a girl. That old guy was too soft-hearted; he actually tried to settle it with money?"

"The enemies he made caused our entire North American business to shut down for quite some time."

He lit a cigarette and walked towards the lawn outside the beach, his tone seemingly mocking someone.

"How naive! They think it's over just because Eisan died in prison?!"

The man was very clear about his job.

But in his view, even if he doesn't do it, someone else will, since the demand is there.

Besides, nothing has happened in all this time, has it?

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Inside the banquet hall, the light from the crystal chandelier shone on the gilded wall decorations, and each round table was set with champagne in ice buckets and candlesticks.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, all sorts of guests, wearing masks and holding wine glasses, chatted in small groups around the dance floor.

The two masked men, though their faces were not visible, still conveyed an indescribable expression.

Although most people at the masquerade ball cannot recognize each other, there was one guest in a wheelchair who, despite his best efforts to dress up, was instantly recognizable to everyone.

"Hey, don't you guys notice? That gentleman's makeup looks like he's not wearing any at all."

"Shh, keep your voice down. He's just a little paralyzed, not deaf."

"Speaking of which, our wealthy gentleman still hasn't joined our ball?"

Those nearby seemed to know the inside story and spoke up in a furtive manner.

"Actually, Estein had invited him before, saying that we have an aquarium here with a lot of whales to see."

"But it seems that Mr. Rich Man has a low EQ and didn't understand the hidden meaning. Later, after he learned some of the inside stories of the gatherings on the island, no one would invite him if he wanted to come."

"How come I heard him say in private that he attended this party?"

“You know, friend. Sometimes the less you have, the more you want to show off. That guy’s practically going crazy wanting to join us.”

"Hey ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to tonight's Halloween masquerade ball. Tonight's theme is gift selection, and here are two raffle boxes, one corresponding to tonight's product and the other to tonight's game."

Immediately afterwards, one by one, the girls were pushed up on a small cart like products. Their faces and figures were completely obscured, with only serial numbers pasted on their faces.

The audience watched the performance with great interest.

"Hope everyone has a great time tonight..."

The host, with a smile on his face, slowly raised a champagne glass, and everyone immediately followed suit.

clap clap!

Suddenly, the sound of a wine glass shattering came from behind, and everyone instinctively turned their gaze to the back.