The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 387 Spread
"…It's just a minor accident. Please don't panic and stay at home for the time being. According to the assessment of environmental experts, the impact of this chemical leak is quite limited. The government has dispatched personnel to deal with it…"

Facing a bunch of microphones, the neatly dressed blond man talked eloquently and was at ease in front of the camera. He occasionally joked with the reporters, looking like he had everything under control.

Behind him, red and blue police lights illuminated the night. Police cars and fire trucks were driving into the winding mountain road and disappeared among the trees.

"Sorry, there seems to be a small problem. Please allow me to go and deal with it."

Seeing a tall and strong police officer in uniform giving him frantic glances, he made a few perfunctory remarks and hurriedly ended his performance in front of the camera.

Walking to a secluded old oak tree, the man's face was covered with frost, and his fake smile disappeared immediately. He pulled his subordinate over and angrily scolded him in a low voice:
"Don't be so constipated. Do you know how sensitive those pen-wielding guys are?"

"Mr. Mayor, the communication with the rescue team ahead was suddenly cut off. This is undoubtedly a sign of an emergency!" the police officer reported with a worried look on his face.

"We must immediately report to the Emergency Management Agency, contact the medical department, and request support from all sides..."

"No! The election is almost here, we can't let this get out of hand!" the man shouted sternly, waving his hands in annoyance to stop them.

"Maybe there's something wrong with the signal. Send me some more people to check it out... Well, what are you doing?" He was slightly stunned, looked at the other party's stiffly open mouth, and looked back in confusion.

The endless thick fog rose quietly from the depths of the mountains and forests, sweeping in like surging waves, covering everything around and swallowing it up in the boundless haze.

Clusters of twisted snake-like tentacles and countless strange and inexplicable shadows followed closely behind, as if born from nothingness and swept across the scene. After a few panicked gunshots, a short wailing sound disappeared in an instant.

The hidden and unknown evil existence showed its might slightly, and then lay dormant again. The thick fog moved silently but firmly, passing through the forest, covering the hills, and continued to move towards the lake ahead...

……

More than a dozen villas are scattered along the lakeside. The lights from the windows crisscross on the lake, creating ripples.

David Drayton rushed in from outside with a cold wind, turned off the TV impatiently, and the host with a standard smile on his face disappeared from the screen.

"I told you, don't listen to those nonsense! Officials only care about votes and influence, and you can't believe a single word they say. An acquaintance in town has a friend living in Hawkins. I went to inquire and heard that they lost contact a day ago. The situation must be extremely serious!"

He yelled to the woman on the couch, "Stephen, wake up the kids, grab some clothes and money, we're leaving now and going to my parents' house in Portland."

"Honey, are you too sensitive? Billy just finished football training today and needs a good rest." Although the wife said this, she still packed her luggage as her husband insisted.

David was quickly packing his wallet and car keys when suddenly a slight noise came into his ears. Puzzled, he stuck his head out of the door.

The calm lake was now like a boiling pot, with milky white foam splashing everywhere. The silver fishes were panicked and jumped out of the water one after another, fleeing towards the shore.

Behind it, white fog that was dozens of meters high rolled up, like a thick wall, pushing straight towards them.

A shadow passed by, and suddenly half of the fish disappeared.

"There's something in the mist!"

He was trembling all over, and the instinct of an intelligent creature was madly issuing warnings.

"No, we don't want anything, just take the child and leave!"

……

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"This is already the third negotiation. Are the organizations still refusing to go to Centralia?" In the bright conference room, the golden sunset swept through the half-drawn curtains and gently sprinkled on the table. The cold coffee was replaced with warm new coffee, and this cycle repeated several times, but no one was willing to waste time to sip it.

The atmosphere around was tense and solemn, as if the air had frozen. The person in charge sitting in the first seat had a frown on his face.

"These selfish guys really don't understand the difficulties of the Federation. How could the government agree to such unreasonable demands?"

"It's true that Mr. Alex is a dark noble, but he is also a senior official employee. If they want to accuse him casually, they will put him in jail. The church's charlatans are just dreaming!"

"Politics is like this. Civilians only need to fight monsters at the front, while the decision-makers have to consider more things..." As if a switch was pressed, cold words came one after another around the long table, venting their dissatisfaction.

Davis huddled at the end of the table, sniffing an unlit cigarette. The bitter smell of the tobacco drifted into his nostrils. He looked at a group of powerful bureaucrats and felt extremely annoyed.

A group of political animals in peacetime have been soaking in the honeypot of power for too long. Even when they need help from others at the critical moment, they are still putting on airs.

Even though he had seen such a ridiculous scene many times, he still felt extremely disgusted.

What's even more ridiculous is that Davis is completely powerless to do anything about it. In such occasions, even if he is a local lord in charge of a special department, he can only sit at the bottom of the table.

"In terms of extraordinary materials or other benefits, perhaps we can give them a little more preference." After a long argument, a more mature person finally made a suggestion, but was immediately refuted: "Where will we get the money from? Our budget is very tight..."

When it comes to issues involving real money and interests, no one is willing to give in easily.

Seeing that they were about to get into another argument, everyone's expressions suddenly changed and they connected various private communicators almost at the same time.

"An unexplained space erosion occurred in Ohio, and a large number of alien creatures appeared? The scope of the incident is very wide?"

The official presiding over the meeting clenched his fists and slammed them hard on the table, his expression twisted and irritated.

"Call on all organizations..." The words got stuck in his throat before he could even finish speaking. He suddenly realized that what they were discussing was precisely the coordination problem among all parties.

Most of the existing official forces were tied up in the area that was about to face a catastrophe, and the civilian forces temporarily refused to cooperate. For the time being, there was nothing they could do.

——They are at the top of the country and they are just greedy, not stupid. When facing physical enemies, they can probably suppress them with modern military, but they can't just drop nuclear bombs on space anomalies!
"Ahem, I have some news." A voice suddenly came out, breaking the stiff air.

In an inconspicuous corner of the long table, the brown-haired man wore a casual smile:
“Sir Alex understands our predicament and is willing to make some concessions to ease the relationship with various organizations.

It just so happens that my work in China is on hold now, so we can go together to take care of some matters in Europe first, and just say we are in exile, so both sides can save face.”

Everyone looked surprised, as if they had not expected that Frank Underwood, nicknamed "Hammer" and with a strong style, would suddenly take the initiative to assume responsibility and take over the hot potato.

But since someone was willing to take the blame, they naturally did not hesitate to praise and applauded half-heartedly.

The host looked very happy and nodded repeatedly in approval, "That's it, let's do it!"

"Mr. Frank, the Federation will never forget your sacrifice..."

"You can think of it as a short trip. I'm sure you'll be back in New York soon with a brand new attitude..."

Amidst all the hypocritical compliments and flattery flying around, there was only a certain chain-smoking old man who silently shrugged his shoulders and lowered his eyes as if thinking about something.

(End of this chapter)