From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Chapter 115 Sigh, is this right?

"Damn it, is all of this true?"

After reviewing the materials Rachel provided, Belson felt his tie tighten around his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.

For a moment, he even regretted coming to work today.

As the president of a media company, Belson has experienced countless ups and downs and witnessed much of the hidden darkness.

That's why he understood better than anyone the danger of the information Rachel possessed.

"Rachel, listen to me, this is not something you can control."

Belson trembled as he removed his glasses, his face devoid of the playboy's frivolity, his sharp eyes revealing the wisdom accumulated over time.

"Good boy, give me all these materials, then go back and have a good lunch, take a nap, and forget about all this."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Rachel was surprised to see her grandfather looking so serious.

She smiled and shook her head, her attitude softening and her tone becoming indifferent.

"Grandpa, you haven't checked your phone today, have you?"

"What?"

Belsen was stunned, his heart skipped a beat, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

"You...you've already released it? How dare you!?"

"Do you know what the consequences of doing this will be?"

"As an independent journalist, why wouldn't I dare?"

Rachel smiled slightly.

Last night, she forwarded the videos of those victims to her homepage and also distributed them to multiple platforms.

As the matter has escalated, it has gradually become a trending topic.

"Ring ring!"

Just as the two were facing off, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

Bells picked up the phone with a resentful expression, only to hear an excited voice coming from the other end.

"Boss! A huge news story has broken in our county. I guarantee it's the biggest scandal in the Federation in the last thirty years!"

The major media outlets haven't reacted yet; we must seize the opportunity!

Belson immediately recognized this as the story Rachel had just told him, and he became quite angry.

"Get the hell out of here!"

"Boss, we can talk about your relationship with my mom later, but we have to publish this news!"

"Everyone in Washington state is talking about this now, and if we don't hurry, other media outlets might beat us to it!"

"Boss, boss?"

Belson angrily slammed down the phone, glaring at Rachel: "Look what you've done!"

"Do you know how dangerous this is? If it's not handled properly, you could face catastrophic danger!"

Belson knew very well what happened to the witnesses and prosecutors when such a huge public outcry occurred last time.

What if this really was the work of those guys in the federal government?

Even if Rachel and her family have powerful connections, it's hard to guarantee they won't be affected.

The death lists of certain political families are no joke.

"Of course I knew, but I did it anyway."

Rachel flashed a fearless smile, raised her chin, and stared directly at Belson, nearly giving the old man a stroke.

"My God, you knew all this?"

"Then why do you still do these stupid things!?"

"Wait, you wouldn't be—"

Looking at Rachel's calm gaze, Belson suddenly felt like he had fallen into a trap.

He had always thought that his little granddaughter was the kind of naive young woman who couldn't compare to her sister Louise at all.

But now, Belson has the illusion of playing a game with wild beasts.

Did Rachel come here not to ask for help, but to pressure him?

After realizing this, Belson suddenly understood why Rachel was calm.

Although Belson did not actually help her.

But in the eyes of those in the know, Rachel, this so-called independent journalist, must have some connection with Belson.

Who can blame them when they are blood relatives?

Even if Belson explains that he was unaware of the situation, not many people will believe him.

From the moment Rachel walked into the building, Belson was already hooked.

"So, can we talk properly now, Grandpa?"

Seeing Belson fall silent, Rachel revealed a triumphant smile.

"What exactly do you want? Do you think you're a lone hero?"

Belson rubbed his head helplessly, feeling a buzzing pain in his brain.

"I need you to mobilize all the company's media outlets to spread this message widely."

"OK."

"I also need you to contact other media companies to provide full coverage and create a special program."

"What?"

Belson stared in surprise, stood up angrily, and roared while waving his hands.

"Are you crazy? You might as well just take my CEO position!"

"If Mother knew that you've recently changed your secretary again—"

Upon hearing this, Belson's hands traced a perfect arc in the air as he clapped his hands dramatically.

The anger in his eyes quickly transformed into the shrewdness of a businessman, and he looked at Rachel with a broad smile.

"Don't rush, I need to take some time to think about how to do it."

With Belson's full-fledged efforts, the Seattle Times, a media giant, finally stepped in.

It was like a terrifying beast, instantly stirring up a storm in the already turbulent public opinion arena.

Thanks to the relentless efforts of the American leadership in promoting entertainment, almost every American has access to the latest news.

Fear, like a plague, spread rapidly through various platforms, quickly spreading from Washington state to the entire country.

In the eye of the storm, the reaction was even more intense.

Wise wealthy people and scholars are all thinking about escaping the city.

The citizens, already suffering greatly from the state of emergency, have lost all reason and their trust in the government has almost completely vanished.

"Stop all secret experiments!"

"Stop the experiment!"

"You must tell us the truth!"

Tell us the truth!

"We are not laboratory animals!"

"We are not animals!"

On the streets of downtown Seattle, countless citizens wearing masks held up various signs and banners, chanting slogans and marching in unison.

They were like a herd of animals migrating across the African savanna, their hunger and anger finding no outlet.

Meanwhile, Seattle police officers were on high alert on the side of the road.

Looking at the surging crowd, the young police officers couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

"Damn it, is what they're saying true? Are those bastards really conducting secret experiments here?"

"That's what I saw on Rachel's Twitter: it wasn't a simple train leak incident; there are even photos and videos as evidence."

"You know what? When I was on duty there, the soldiers I'd seen before appeared in the video!"

"Damn it!"

Faced with such a situation, even within the police force, a suppressed commotion inevitably arose.

After all, they are human beings too, and they also live in this city.

Now that they have become accomplices, a heavy sense of guilt has arisen in their hearts.

"Shut your mouths, all of you!"

"Jimmy, if you dare say those things again, don't blame me for disciplining you!"

Seth shouted a warning to the crowd, but by then the surging crowd had already closed in.

A thin black line became the last barrier preventing these people from storming the county council.

But compared to the angry mob, Seth and his men were so weak.

"Bastards! Aren't you human? Why are you protecting those damned bureaucrats?!"

"Damn cops, you're in cahoots with those bastards!"

"Everyone, calm down!"

Facing the agitated demonstrators, Seth shouted through a megaphone, "The county council has requested a federal investigation; this matter will definitely have a result!"

"Investigate? Let the FBI investigate themselves?"

These words immediately caused the crowd, which had just quieted down, to erupt in excitement again.

Seth was immediately startled.

He knew that after this turmoil, the trust that the Seattle police force and city and county governments had built up had been completely destroyed.

These citizens, educated in a distinctly American style, behaved exactly like the ignorant masses in those movies.

Once a crisis of trust occurs, people are prone to distrusting science and the government.

"You police officers are definitely accomplices too!"

A young man angrily pointed at Seth and roared, "Charge! Show those bastards what we're made of, and drive them all out of Seattle!"

"calm!"

Seth shouted as he directed his men to prepare to use tear gas.

As American police officers, they are adept at dealing with such protests and riots.

But the problem is that today these citizens are more numerous, more agitated, and more dangerous.

Similar situations have occurred in various cities across Washington state.

Olympia, the capital of Washington state.

Inside the state government building, Jay Beasley was overwhelmed by countless questioning phone calls and emails.

That damned Griffin, he only had a small plan, yet it almost caused chaos throughout the entire state.

The peaceful scene outside the governor's office window was gone, replaced by angry citizens and unsightly tents. The angry shouts even reached inside the office.

"Governor, things have gotten chaotic outside. We must request federal assistance immediately!"

"Damn it, are you crazy? Asking the federal government for help? This is a crucial time for the election, do you want to embarrass the gentleman?"

"No! We should find out the truth about this as soon as possible! We can't hesitate any longer!"

The members of parliament and their staff argued amongst themselves, but couldn't come up with a useful solution.

Jay clutched his head in pain.

If he could, he would hang Griffin on the gallows right now.

This is absolutely outrageous!

It's unclear who misinterpreted this matter, bringing public opinion to such an unexpected level.

And Griffin, that good-for-nothing, is one too.

Everything was planned in advance, but we still lost a company of National Guard soldiers?!

Governor Jay is currently facing an extremely serious political crisis.

If the problem cannot be properly resolved, the enraged public cannot be appeased, and the truth cannot be revealed to the public.

His political career, and even the Democratic Party's upcoming presidential election, will be hanging by a thread.

But on one side is the FBI, and on the other is the overwhelming public opinion.

The truth remains elusive, so what can Governor Jay do?

Just as Governor Jay was racking his brains, his secretary rushed over, shouting urgently, "Sir, urgent news! Urgent news!"

Governor Jay looked up and stared intently at his secretary with eyes full of rage.

He's heard so many urgent messages these past few days that he's become somewhat numb to them.

"I hope you can bring me some slightly better news."

"Otherwise, I'll throw you off the balcony and let those angry citizens beat you up."

Faced with Governor Jay's chilling threat, the secretary swallowed hard and raised his phone with trembling hands.

"Sir, according to the latest news on Twitter, Mr. Superman, who has appeared in Seattle several times before, has officially spoken out to the citizens, expressing his willingness to step in and resolve this disaster caused by the Yellow King."

"Um?"

Jay looked at the messages on his phone and couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

When did the state government start needing to rely on Twitter for the latest news?

Moreover, this news came from an unknown blogger.

Governor Jay remembers that Seattle Superman.

Thanks to him, Jay didn't get a good night's sleep for many days during that period.

But what the heck is this yellow-clad master?

"Sir, the man in yellow is the same group of thugs who robbed Mpower before."

Seeing Jay's confusion, the secretary quickly explained, "The blogger of this account is Rachel, a Seattle native, who always gets firsthand information about Seattle Superman."

"The password that the Yellow King left at the scene was shared by her, and it was later cracked by other netizens, which is how the criminal's self-identification came about."

Jay was completely bewildered by the secretary's explanation.

Oh, yes, yes, yes —

Sigh, is that right?

No! No!

Didn't Griffin tell him before that this operation was to capture that Superman?

But how come there are two Superman now?

Then Griffin turned into a bad guy?

No, who exactly is the good guy here?

Before Governor Jay could react, he suddenly heard a deafening roar of shouts outside the window.

"Seattle Superman!"

"Glory to Washington!"

"He really is Superman!"

Not long after, the state police chief, who was on guard outside, ran in excitedly to report.

"Sir! The crowd outside has started to disperse!"

what?

Jay was even more stunned.

But he soon came to terms with it.

Forget it, whoever is good or bad, as long as the situation in Washington State can be stabilized.

Under the guidance of established media giants such as Belson.

Griffin, having made a crucial mistake, was naturally at a disadvantage.

During this period, the charm of journalism was fully demonstrated.

They did not express any stance, nor did they draw any conclusions easily; they simply provided full coverage of the unrest throughout Washington state and the specific circumstances of the victims.

But for ordinary citizens, the greatest fear is the unknown.

The media presented the necessary evidence, allowing them to automatically conjure up a sinister conspiracy in their minds.

Even the FBI headquarters was stunned, wondering if Griffin had betrayed them, and how this could have caused such a serious public outcry.

Under the relentless bombardment of new media, Griffin, who was still living in the remote mountains of Jin County, was in a precarious situation in just a few days.

Ye Xiao looked at the news and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The fruit is ripe; it's finally ready to be picked.

He had been preparing for so long just to create an opportunity for that Superman to emerge out of nowhere.

Of course, before that, we need to ask Griffin for a favor and borrow his head.

It would be bad if he came back alive and went around telling everyone about it.