I impersonated God in America

Pacco's expression suddenly became somewhat subtle as he looked pityingly at the direction of the MI6 editor.

What a pitiful agent.

[The General Administration of External Security wants me to find a fortune teller? How am I supposed to find one?]

The General Administration of External Security? There are experts here too.

Pakko gently lifted the newspaper, looked at it, and discovered that the source of the sound was the recently arrived newspaper staff member.

Isn't that a French intelligence organization?

Goodness, this small newspaper is full of talent; they've actually managed to gather intelligence agencies from several major countries?

That said, aren't American intelligence agencies a bit like pay thieves?

Could it be that the internal work is all done by foreign agents?

And what exactly is the fortune teller's situation? Why are all these foreign agents looking for him?

Could this be the reason I'm exposed? Although, the current situation seems rather interesting...

[Fine, since they're not paying me overtime anyway, I might as well just keep working.]

Are they just going to give up? No wonder the French strike for an average of 114 days a year.

Sure, that's so French!

Learn from your British intelligence friend...

Having grown somewhat tired of sitting, and with several agents around him seemingly starting to focus on their work at the newspaper, they were now concentrating on their work at the newspaper.

Parco picked up the newspaper, then slowly got up and walked towards the tea room.

As he passed an agent from the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department, he noticed that the agent seemed somewhat distracted.

[It's rumored that the think tank within the Extraordinary Countermeasures Department has learned from that fortune teller that the next extraordinary event will occur in Naples...]

Is it really that mysterious?

Pac paused slightly as he took the water, then turned and left without making a sound.

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Editor-in-Chief's Office.

Parker walked in with practiced ease, pushing open the door to the editor-in-chief's office and standing in front of Editor-in-Chief Weber.

"Editor-in-Chief Weber, I want to go there..."

"Okay, how many days will it take?"

"..."

Seeing that Editor-in-Chief Weber had already stamped the leave slip, Pacco was speechless.

Don't set it up like that.

Although everyone is just putting on an act to get by.

At least try to act convincingly!

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Tyrrhenian Sea.

A modified speedboat sped along the west coast of Sicily.

Dozens of waterproof plastic-sealed packages were pressed down on the stern of the boat.

The helmsman pushed the throttle forward a little further.

"I want to quit after this trip."

The person next to him had one foot on the waterproof package and the other on the side of the gunwale.

"Stop? Once you've made enough quick money, would you go back to legitimate business?"

"Really, I want to be a good person."

"Don't make me laugh. You know how many people you've harmed by transporting this stuff. Now you want to be a good person?"

"Ugh."

The helmsman was moving forward when he suddenly seemed to hear someone singing.

"Did you hear that... Hank? Are you crazy?"

The helmsman turned around and noticed that his companion's expression had become unusually peaceful, and then he placed his hand on the handle on the edge of the ship's gunwale.

thump.

Watching his companion jump into the sea, the helmsman suddenly felt a sense of fear.

"I need to get back right away..."

Just as he was about to do something, he suddenly felt his vision blurring.

"Go back..."

"Back to the sea."

thump.

Chapter Ninety-Six: Day of the Dead and Lynn's Promotion

Day of the Dead, Mexico City.

Marigold petals were laid out from one end of the street to the other, and orange-yellow petals were trampled into the cracks between the stone bricks.

The boy, Carlos, pushed the skull mask up to his forehead and ran past the church fence with half a roasted corn in his mouth.

His neighbor, Pepe, squatted on the steps, unwrapping a candy skull. Halfway through, she looked up and gestured towards the depths of the alley.

"Have you heard? Grandpa Emilio passed away last night."

“I heard from my mother that when she left, she was smiling and holding a picture of Grandma Emilio in her hand.”

Carlos licked the salt off the corncob: "Didn't his daughter say that Grandpa Emilio hasn't recognized people for a long time?"

"Who knows? Maybe..."

Several children gathered in front of the cemetery, discussing the veracity of the events.

The child crouching in the far corner suddenly spoke up:

"Hey, if you want to know the inside story, you can meet here tonight, but let's make it clear beforehand that you're not allowed to bring your cell phones."

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At night, several children followed their leader through the community square, which was crowded with Day of the Dead lights, and turned into a small alley behind the church with almost no street signs.

At the end of the alley is an old warehouse, which is usually full of altar props that have been removed from the main square. But at this moment, many adults are queuing up there.

"Hey, watch out."

The children climbed over the wall and squeezed into the branches of an old tree.

In the center of the warehouse sat a well-dressed, white-haired old man with long, slender fingers.

A woman sat down in front of him, and he gently plucked a strand of white hair from her forehead, his fingertips holding it between his fingers.

Then he stretched out his hand and waved out a cloud of smoke to envelop the other person.

As the smoke dissipated, the woman's sorrowful memories seemed to vanish completely.

The next customer lines up and sits down, then the next one.

After the last person left, the children slid down the tree, and Carlos was about to run forward when a hand grabbed his shoulder.

"This is not a place for children to play detective games."

Xu Ge squatted down behind him and pushed the children behind him one by one.

"You must be Mr. Rami, the bone collector?"

Rami squinted and shook his head: "Not at all, I just travel between the underworld and reality, making a living with some tricks. I don't deserve the title 'Your Excellency'."

Xu Ge did not answer, but instead took out a crystal from his pocket and placed it in front of the other person: "I want to know the whereabouts of the feathered serpent god's feather."

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Rami still reached into his pocket and put the crystal in.

"What you are looking for is within the territory of Solotel, the Aztec underworld."

"The underworld?"

"Yes, Solotel was the twin brother of Quetzalcoatl, and one of Quetzalcoatl's true feathers was placed next to his altar for worship."

"Of course, if you're confident you can find the remaining feathers in reality, that's another story."

Thanks.

Having gotten the answer he wanted, Xu Ge turned and left without hesitation. Just as he stepped out of the alley, he heard Rami's voice urging him to leave.

"This guest, you must want to resurrect your loved ones, right? Don't be surprised, I've seen far too many people like you."

"Why don't you make a deal with me? For just a sliver of your soul, I can help you alter your memories of your family."

"Won't that make it less painful?"

"Because... I saw hope."

"Sigh, why bother?"

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Mount Etna Observatory, Sicily. Early morning.

Researcher Dolby placed his coffee cup next to the monitoring station and stared at the waveform curve on the screen.

Wow, Luca is so lucky!

During the last Mount Vesuvius incident, his friend Luca discovered the ruins of the academy, which gave the military a significant advantage and led to his rapid promotion to research director.

They don't have to suffer as much as he did at the observation station.

But such things are rare and hard to come by.

Fortunately, nothing much has happened recently.

Drop drop drop.

"What I said really came true?!"

The frequency of earthquakes on the south side of the crater increased rapidly, and the pressure reading in the magma chamber rose by several percentage points in tandem.

He grabbed the phone and dialed the Catania Civil Defense Office number.

"An anomaly has been observed south of Etna, and the pressure curve is continuing to rise. It is recommended that evacuation plans be activated for surrounding villages and towns."

Dolby stayed at the observation station, watching over the indicators in front of him.

"Huh? Why did it drop so quickly this time?"

Mount Etna is in a short-term signal zone, and alarms typically last from a few hours to a few days.

This time, it ended in just a few tens of minutes.

To be honest, this was the first time he had ever seen such a curve change.

When he saw the waveform completely stop, the pressure reading returned to the baseline.

They finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It startled me; I thought some monster had crawled out again."

"You know what, there have been a lot of supernatural events lately, which has made us very nervous."

"I remember the legend says that the giant Emeraldus is sealed beneath this volcano?"

"Yes, it's the one that was sealed away by the goddess Athena in legend."

"Actually, there is another version about Typhon."

"Don't worry, you don't need to run away from small things, but you can't run away from big things."