I impersonated God in America

Then Lynn needs to continue to observe through Xu Ge.

The third scenario is the one he least wants to see.

A group of people appeared and, without saying a word, chose to eliminate Xu Ge.

This situation only shows that Xu Ge is nothing in the power system of this world.

Pure social terrorists.

His wisest choice is to remain out in the public eye for the time being.

But in either case, Lynn has plenty of options.

Lynn slowly opened the door.

Now he has to wait for the news.

Chapter Nine already has a way to die

Lower Manhattan, New York City Police Department.

The meeting room was brightly lit, and the table was covered with various photos and documents.

The air was filled with a lingering smell of smoke.

After all, the vast majority of people in the room at that moment were heavy smokers.

The person sitting at the head of the conference table was NYPD Commissioner Kevin Moran.

There was a cup of black coffee in front of him, but even though it had gone cold, he didn't have time to drink it.

After all, his thoughts were completely drawn to the scene before him.

The image on the screen was clearly captured from some kind of surveillance camera.

A half-human, half-snake monster emerged from the rain, facing a well-equipped team.

However, as the snake-man swept across, several bodyguards were sent flying and crashed against the wall.

The few remaining bodyguards chose to fire, but the bullets struck the scales at the last moment.

The bullet deforms on the scale surface and then falls off.

The meeting room fell silent again as people stared at the screen. After a few seconds, silence fell over the room.

Deputy Director Henry spoke first: "Hey guys! Is this some hot video from a movie? I'd say the special effects are pretty good, right?"

"This is the surveillance footage," the head of the technical team replied without looking up.

"Is this for real? Oh, I mean this guy might be good at suffocation play."

No one answered him.

"Okay, I just wanted to ease the tension."

The intelligence analyst, seated at the end of the table, had an open laptop in front of him, with data scrolling across the screen.

"Based on the analysis of the traces left at the scene, we have identified the other party as Hugo Moretti, an Italian..."

"The other party's sister has connections with Shining Model Agency."

Not surprising then.

At this moment, everyone knew the other party's purpose.

revenge.

That damn old man! He's always causing us trouble!

They naturally knew about that company and the people behind it; they often had to clean up their messes due to pressure from their superiors.

Although the other party's public identity was only slightly better to them than someone standing on the roadside.

But sometimes you can't calculate it that way; cultivating connections is also a part of one's status.

"If this creature really exists, then it represents far more than just a murder case."

A soft voice rang out from the corner; it was the head of the NYPD's medical examiner's office.

"Based on known biomechanical models, this level of muscle strength requires bone density and muscle fiber strength that far exceed the upper limit for mammals."

She looked up and pushed up her glasses.

“An anomalous existence that transcends the framework of known biology. If someone had told me about such a thing before today, I would have advised them to make an appointment with a psychiatrist.”

"But now..."

She pointed to the image on the screen.

"It's right there."

“If it can be caught,” Henry said excitedly.

“Every single part of its body is priceless. Do you know what that means? If its self-healing mechanism can be understood, if its genes can be decoded, if…”

Those present didn't even need to understand what the other person was saying; just seeing the scales blocking the bullets would automatically trigger any normal brain to make the same deduction.

What does the existence of extraordinary individuals mean?

This means physical samples that surpass human limits; bones can serve as biological templates for new protective materials; scales can be used to develop the next generation of individual soldier armor; and the secrets of muscle fibers may allow humanity to take an evolutionary step in physical capabilities.

What if extraordinary individuals possess a longer lifespan, stronger metabolic capacity, or more efficient DNA repair mechanism than normal humans?

That would be equivalent to moving humanity's oldest obsession, "immortality," from mythology into a laboratory beaker.

This was a turning point in human history, and the NYPD were among the first pioneers to arrive on the scene!

If handled properly, this could be a political asset they can enjoy for a lifetime!

“Eistan, he’s Xu Ge’s next target. If we find Eistan first,” Henry said, lowering his voice by half an octave, “we can wait for him to come to us.”

"That's unrealistic. The snake people's abilities are what they are. If we send someone to protect Estein..."

“Idiot, it’s not about protection.” Henry interrupted, unable to bear his subordinate’s stupidity any longer. “We can make a deal with the snake people.”

“Eistan is not clean,” Moran said in his usual calm tone. “You should all know that. The information we have is enough to sentence Eistan to death ten times over.”

“Gislin is dead. The snake people are next. What if we hand over Eistan before they make their move?”

“We can use the investigation of the Gislin case as a pretext to detain Estein, then meet with Xu Ge and present this as a small gift.”

"This is an opportunity to establish some level of cooperation with an extraordinary individual. You can imagine what it would be like if we could gain his trust, even just the slightest bit of trust..."

He didn't need to continue.

After all, none of the people sitting here are stupid.

I understood it all in just a moment.

Oh right, except for that idiot who wanted to protect Eistan earlier.

At this moment, their thoughts were highly unified.

[As long as we can cooperate with this extraordinary individual, everything else has to take a backseat.]

Although Estein has a wide network of connections.

But given the choice between a brothel madam and an extraordinary individual, the higher-ups naturally know how to decide.

The meeting room was silent for about three seconds.

Moran's phone suddenly rang, and he glanced down at the screen.

Tsk tsk.

After a few moments, Moran slammed his phone face down on the table.

After a moment of silence, when he spoke again, his tone was even more distant than before.

"Plan changed, arrest Eistan directly."

Henry frowned instinctively: "Arrest them outright? On what charge?"

“Any charges,” Moran said, “all the ones we can bring on him. The more ones that can’t be paroled, the better.”

Henry's eyes narrowed slightly as he listened.

Is bail impossible?

"You should know that the election is very close, and Estein has a lot of dirt on both parties."

"He knows too much."

"Since we're going to give the snake people a gift, let's make sure it's given cleanly."

"Killing two birds with one stone"

Chapter Ten: When the Wall Falls, Everyone Pushes It Down

Pacco sat at his desk in the Daily Bugle editorial office, staring at the manuscripts that were being rejected again and again on the screen.

I want to open a new page and edit it again.

But his hand froze in mid-air, unsure of where to begin.

Looking at the empty title, he had lost count of how many times he had been rejected.

Ugh.

He leaned back and finally picked up his phone.

The morning news broadcast came into view, showing countless reporters surging forward in front of the courthouse, wanting to be interviewed.

This is how they got the first front-page headline.

Even more striking are the news headlines.

Estein has been formally charged with multiple felonies, including transnational human trafficking and murder.

Pacco stared at the headline of the news article and frowned.

Then a sense of helplessness welled up inside me.

The surrounding colleagues began a heated discussion.

He felt like a joke.

He knew his report had not defeated Eistan.

What defeated the opponent was a force he could never access while sitting in the editing room.

He couldn't quite explain the feeling.

“Pacco”.

The editor-in-chief's assistant stood next to his workstation, wearing a kind smile he had never seen before.

"The editor-in-chief wants you to go to his office now. You're really lucky."

boom.

The editor-in-chief's office door closed behind him.

Weber sat in a high-backed leather chair with the morning's front-page proof in front of him.

Pak looked at the other person, who used to look at him like a fly, but now had a kind smile on his face.

To be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable despite his friendliness.

"Do you still have your report about Eistan?"

"It's still there."

Pacco stood in front of the chair without sitting down.

"Take it out."

Weber slid through the entire book, nodding as he watched.

Finally, he pushed the tablet back and said something that Pak had never heard from him before.

"This is well done."

"I will inform my subordinates to change today's headline in a moment."