I impersonated God in America

"These enemies in the fog are very weak..."

Waaah.

While the prisoner was talking to the outside world, he suddenly felt a strong wind pressure behind him.

He turned around and saw a terrifying whirlwind, a full 5 meters tall, with a pair of anthropomorphic scarlet eyes in the middle, looking at him with ill intent.

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Is the intensity relatively low?

The commander on the perimeter breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems we were overthinking things, but your suggestion this time is very correct, I think..."

"Sir!!!"

The commander was about to say something when he suddenly noticed that the adjutant in front of him had an expression of extreme fear.

He followed the other person's gaze and looked behind him, where he saw one scarlet eye after another light up in the mist.

Huhu.

As the other party approached, what came into view were one terrifying monster after another, like the embodiment of a hurricane.

"F*** you! Those prisoners call this guy 'little guy'?!"

Chapter 107 Agent Smith and the Front Lines

Michigan.

Harold was in a good mood while listening to the phone call.

The other party was one of his biggest clients during this period.

Ministry of National Defense Procurement Department.

"Another liquid nitrogen?"

"Prepare in advance; the military will come to pick it up soon."

"How many?"

"Take as much as you have in your warehouse."

How is the price calculated?

"Four thousand five hundred US dollars a can."

"Cough cough, is there anything better?"

Harold immediately understood what the other person meant.

"Sir, our best product costs ten thousand US dollars a can."

"There's no other way; we need the best products to fight those monsters! We'll go get them in a bit, so be prepared beforehand and don't grab the wrong ones! Make sure we don't take the one that costs four thousand five!"

"I understand what you mean."

Harold hung up the phone and yelled at the finance office, "Bring out all four thousand five hundred in liquid nitrogen!"

The accountant, holding a coffee cup, peeked out from behind the door frame: "Here we go again?"

"Five hundred cans. That's all for now, we'll add more if needed later."

The accountant placed the coffee cup on the filing cabinet and leaned against the doorframe: "Which one is it this time?"

"I don't know. Anyway, it's some other place where a supernatural battle is taking place. Who cares where it is, it's not here."

The finance person nodded, then took out their phone and began operating it.

"What are you doing, kid?"

"Stocks, since the Department of Defense is buying from you again, doesn't that mean there are some supernatural events happening somewhere in America again?"

The accountant proudly displayed the app on her phone: "With this kind of information channel, don't you think it's a waste not to invest in stocks?"

Harold stared wide-eyed at the bank account information on his accountant's phone.

"You're so rich, kid? Then why are you working for me?"

"Guess where I got my money?"

"May you get rich and take me with you."

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Lake Superior, temporary command post on the outskirts of the fog zone.

Colonel Moran placed the newly signed delivery order on top of the ammunition box.

Rumble.

At this moment, one transport plane after another was placing liquid nitrogen tanks, one pallet after another, next to the tent.

Below, several forklift drivers are constantly transporting goods.

The adjutant poked his head out of the tent, holding an inventory list in his hand.

"These liquid nitrogen tanks certainly never imagined they would have the chance to go to space."

What is the current inventory situation?

"Don't worry, it's more than enough. Including the batch that was transferred from Great Rapids City, the current reserves at the front are already quite impressive."

The adjutant handed the inventory list to Moran for a look.

"I still feel like this isn't enough."

Moran raised his binoculars and aimed them at the foggy area. The closer he looked, the more he felt a surge of rage.

"These shitty guys just won't stop."

The wind element is relentlessly pushing the position forward, with one rotating column of air after another suspending countless pebbles from the lake shore into the air.

The infantry squad crouched behind cover, none of them pulling the trigger. After all, they had already tried it before, and bullets were basically ineffective against these guys.

"Condensation unit!"

The sound of jets erupted from behind the bunker.

Upon contact with the wind element's body, the water molecules on the outer layer of the airflow were instantly frozen, transforming the rotating column of air into still ice.

Everyone started to get a little nervous, even though their superiors had just told them that wind is essentially a group of gas molecules moving in a collective, directional manner. As long as the temperature drops, the kinetic energy of the molecules weakens, and the collective motion will naturally be affected.

But this is ultimately a theoretical analysis, and no one knows the actual situation.

The icicle remained in place for a moment, then a loud bang rang out from it.

The entire piece of ice shards crashed onto the sand and gravel.

After a short while, the wind elements did not reassemble.

"The analysis by the Extraordinary Countermeasures Bureau's think tank is correct!"

"Well done!!!"

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Extraordinary Countermeasures Department.

James stared at the live feed from the front lines of Lake Superior on the main screen.

The liquid nitrogen team was advancing eastward along the front line of the position, freezing wind elements into ice pillars one canister after another, and then shattering them.

The adjutant overlaid the condenser group's advance coordinates onto the satellite fog map, revealing a large area that had already been cleared: "Progress is faster than expected. The intensity of these individual wind elements is not high."

"It feels like we're getting more and more experienced."

"To be honest, I don't think this is a good thing. I would prefer there to be fewer of these kinds of things."

The analyst in the back row compared the liquid nitrogen consumption rate with the situation ahead using data charts: "The current consumption is lower than expected. At this rate, we can clear the fog to the center of the lake before dawn. As long as there are no other unexpected events..."

"You jinx, shut up!"

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On the position, the liquid nitrogen team is advancing eastward along the area that has just been cleared.

Colonel Moran held up his binoculars, and suddenly a tumbling began in the center of the fog in the lens.

For some reason, he had a bad feeling.

He then saw the fog layer begin to sink deeper from the outside towards the center, and the gaps that had been blasted open were instantly filled with the thick fog that surged out again.

The mist sprays outward from the center.

The fog began to spin wildly around a central point, forming a vortex visible to the naked eye, and then a giant hand formed from the fog emerged.

"Oh no! Everyone, retreat immediately!"

Rumble!!

The enormous hand of smoke pushed forward, carrying countless wisps of mist that seemed to materialize.

It was as if the core position was being targeted by a giant hand. Then it swung forward, and a large cloud of mist rose up, overturning the liquid nitrogen tank and smashing it against the edge of the position. The refrigerant sprayed onto the sand and instantly froze into solid ice.

"What is that?!"

Moran put down his binoculars: "Damn it, this guy is definitely smart; he actually knew to attack the supply lines first!"

Then he saw a huge, smoky hand resting on the surface of the lake.

Waaaaah...

The mist above the lake seemed as if some terrifying beast was rising up.

The mist transformed into a high wall resembling a mountain peak.

"Wait! There seems to be a figure up there?"

Moran raised the telescope and saw a blurry humanoid smoke with strange scales on it.

Could that be the mastermind behind it all?

But before he could continue observing, he saw the smoke instantly tilt forward, begin to collapse in mid-air, and form an even more turbulent fog wave with its gravitational potential energy.

The infantry squad not far away had just retreated behind the second line of cover when the wave arrived.

Boom!

Armored vehicles were easily overturned by the seemingly gentle mist, and they were sent flying upside down into the distance.

Countless sandbags used as cover were easily torn apart as if eroded by the smoke, and the sand was scattered into the fog, turning the fog grayish-yellow in color.

Gudong.

Colonel Moran looked down at the front line, which had turned into a sea of ​​fog, and couldn't help but shiver.

Then he picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Mr. James, do you usually fight monsters of this level?"

"It's not that weak."

That's terrible.

Chapter 108 Son of Leviathan

Underground biological laboratory, third isolation zone.

A row of researchers stood behind the one-way glass.

The statue of Malakber, which had been brought back, was placed in the very center of the isolation room.

The experiment leader brought the microphone to his mouth.

"Bring the prisoner in."

Two military police officers escorted a middle-aged man in an orange prison uniform into an isolation room.

The man looked at the statue in front of him with some unease. The researchers had told him that the one in front of him was a deity of order, but the various agreements he had signed before entering made him feel extremely uneasy.

I hope I'm just scaring myself.