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Therefore, this incident was not the work of Hell, but rather the work of a cult led by Gluttony, the Lord of the Flies, Beelzebub.

You know what, this cult has a mastermind behind it, its plans are incredibly meticulous, and there are no loopholes in its mysticism and psychic design.

If a ceremony has no obvious flaws in any aspect, its success rate is very high.

Just as Zhao Hao, disguised as Chanem, went to attend the Silver Secrets Gathering, the five fast food restaurants with the inverted pentagram had already gone berserk.

Those fat people who had been selected long ago and secretly cultivated were now eating to the point of oblivion and losing control.

Their spirituality had by this point completely dissipated, or rather, been completely consumed. Only their souls remained, which were used as materials for transformation, while their bodies became some kind of mutated monster tainted with hellish spiritual energy.

Although the five shops appeared normal from the outside, the inside was already incredibly bloody.

The chefs, managers, and waiters had been devoured by those demonized gluttons who only knew how to eat; blood and filth were everywhere.

Those fat men have become incredibly strange. Some have turned into pig heads, some have developed huge mouths on their bellies, some have swelled up into lumps of fat, and some have turned into monsters... The only thing that hasn't changed is their love of eating!

Meanwhile, on the ring roads of the city, people were also driving around, systematically spewing psionic filth and summoning swarms of flies.

By this time, they had also been corrupted by the hellish energy belonging to Beelzebub. Their bodies were not only keratinized and corrupted, but they also spawned countless maggots and swarms of flies.

Inside the secret bureau, suddenly a piercing siren blared, accompanied by flashing bright red warning lights.

Unable to conceal the unusual psychic activity, it was finally discovered.

This is almost the highest level of warning from the Bureau of Mysteries. It means that the Bureau's internal instruments and rituals have detected a large-scale psionic disturbance within its range!

But in reality, they were already too late. The Beelzebub Order had done an excellent job in the early stages. They did not use any supernatural powers, nor did they break the law or do anything abnormal. Instead, they had been guiding and patiently helping ordinary people complete the preparations for this large-scale ceremony for several years.

Finally, on this day when the rules of the underworld were most lenient, the ceremony began!

At this time, riots had begun to break out in some parts of the city. Some people suddenly went mad, their eyes red as they rushed into the nearest convenience stores, restaurants, fast food restaurants, and any place with food, and began to frantically devour all the food!

Suddenly, a group of men and women rushed into a convenience store, frantically tearing open any food packaging and stuffing food into their mouths.

The boss was terrified!

He had already instinctively pulled a shotgun from under the counter, but now, faced with four or five people acting like madmen, choking and stuffing themselves to death, he was at a loss. He was terrified!

He watched in disbelief as a woman ate so voraciously that milk and sausage sprayed out of her nose, yet she continued eating.

Another man was stuffing handfuls of bread into his mouth, choking so badly that his eyes rolled back!

This kind of thing is happening everywhere. It seems like in an instant, twenty or thirty points in Free City have broken out of this "gluttony plague." Hundreds of people have started to go crazy and eat anything they can.

In a high-end apartment building, a dozen well-dressed people sat at a dining table, wearing napkins and holding knives and forks, enjoying deep red wine and medium-rare, bloody steaks.

He was still criticizing it: "This premature baby is too tender, it has no chewiness..."

"Exactly, I prefer young girls who have just come of age, and it would be even better if they were virgins, as they have a natural fragrance."

"I like men, muscular men. I've eaten with a few athletes before, and the taste was unparalleled!"

These people are "members" that the Gluttony Cult has cultivated in Liberty City over a period of more than ten or twenty years. They are all prominent figures in their respective fields, including many political figures.

They were initially attracted by the name "food therapy," believing that treating illnesses and maintaining health through food was the best thing ever.

But soon, ordinary food became less appealing to them.

First, they would spend a lot of money and go through great lengths to obtain some rare animals and plants from around the world, believing they were highly nutritious.

After their initial disgust, they quickly set their sights on the creatures and ingredients of the otherworld.

In the final stage, nothing they ate could satisfy their appetite; they were so hungry they wanted to eat their own tongues.

At this point, someone behind the cult pointed out to them, "There is another excellent ingredient in this world, wonderfully delicious and readily available!"

That's a person!

Does human life have a price?

Yes, not only do they exist, but they are also clearly marked.

How much compensation do you get for killing someone in a car accident? How much money can you spend to avoid the death penalty, even if you've committed a heinous crime?

The human being is constantly devouring others; those in power devour those in lower positions, and the rich devour the poor.

Since we're going to eat anyway, why not try a different method that avoids waste?

And so, this scene unfolded before our eyes.

Their power and influence allowed the Gluttony Cult to legally and quietly carry out its plans in Free City, right up until now.

One of them suddenly stared blankly, his mouth slightly agape. He felt like he had eaten too much! He hadn't felt this way in many years.

The next second, green-headed flies flew out of his mouth, nose, ears... every hole in his face!

Within seconds, he was reduced to a limp, lifeless body sprawled on the chair.

The person next to him was startled, but his first thought was, "This skin looks delicious, I want to try it!"

But the next second, he repeated his mistake and started spitting flies.

Soon, everyone else also deflated like punctured balloons, leaving them empty.

Only the elderly man sitting in the first seat, who looked to be over fifty and somewhat thin, was unharmed. His eyes were calm, and he possessed a mysterious air that belonged to a writer or philosopher.

His name was Hannibal, an expert in cannibalism, and an excellent chef.

He slowly stood up and began to tidy up the bodies of those present.

Make the most of everything; the Gluttony Cult hates waste the most.

It took more than a decade or two to cultivate these people, not only for their influence, but also for what we see now.

This skin, carefully nurtured over a decade or two, is of the highest quality.

These dozen or so pieces, when put together, can be sewn into a body shell, which is just right.

Chapter 234 Devour, Lord of the Flies!

The entire Secret Service was mobilized, including Winston and Sylvia, who were in administrative positions and had to lead teams of black-clad agents to maintain order at the scene.

Throughout Liberty City, large-scale "riots" broke out in nearly thirty locations.

Those who lose their minds devour food frantically, even at the cost of choking or overeating themselves.

In some places, due to the lack of food, some people have even gone mad and started chasing and eating people!

Something affected these ordinary people, suddenly invading their spirituality and turning them into monsters who only knew how to eat.

The Bureau of Mysteries is, after all, a specialized official agency, and in recent years it has received much attention due to the resurgence of psionic energy. It has also developed a lot of advanced technologies, so it reacted quickly at this time.

First, they sent people to seal off those twenty or thirty areas of varying sizes. Then, they used the sealed artifacts and advanced technology at their disposal to analyze the cause.

Some analyses based on changes in the psychic sea have pinpointed the location of the incident.

Some have analyzed the cases of people who have gone mad with binge eating, trying to find out the specific operating principle.

However, this approach was quickly stopped.

Because before the researchers from the Bureau of Mysteries could find out what was wrong with those people who were frantically devouring everything, they themselves ran into trouble.

They actually felt a little hungry!

Those who gluttonize are also secondary spreaders. Spending a long time around them will subtly influence you with your gluttonous desires!

"So, have you found the problem?"

Colt's expression was calm, as was his, though some sweat was already beading on his high forehead.

This is Liberty City. If Federal City—the Peanut Shield—is America's brain, then Liberty City is America's heart.

Someone is causing trouble right here in the heart area! This is incredibly dangerous!

As the Liberty City bureau chief, the top person in charge of handling extraordinary matters on the entire East Coast, how could this be any good?

Putting aside issues of responsibility, just seeing so many ordinary people suffer such a disaster is unbearable for him as a responsible person!

But we can't rush things now; Rome wasn't built in a day.

This group of troublemakers didn't act on a whim or make a plan on the spot. It was the result of extremely meticulous planning and even the cooperation of multiple forces, allowing them to carry out a major operation quietly in the location of the Liberty City branch.

Colt steadied himself; his priority was to stabilize the situation and prevent it from escalating. Those infected with the "gluttonous urge" must not be allowed to escape.

With such a grand display, the purpose must be significant.

The last time something big happened was when a magician planned to pull off a "double act" during Easter.

However, he knew he wouldn't succeed that time; it was just a distraction to facilitate his advancement. In the end, it was also resolved.

As for the missing subway train, it's no big deal now.

Stabilize the situation and cordon off the area. Then, find out the cause!

The ability to "infect" ordinary people on a large scale and at multiple points must be due to some kind of medium.

The Mysterious Bureau, with its deep foundation, quickly analyzed the common characteristics of the twenty or thirty initial incident sites.

"It's a billboard!" Colt exclaimed in surprise, not expecting it to be because of this.

"To be precise, it's an advertisement for fast food!" Sheri, dressed in a suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, said with a cold face.

The photos show fast food billboards.

These billboards had been erected for over a month, working subtly. Then, on this day, they erupted in a concentrated burst, "infecting" everyone who frequently saw them, and those who saw them after the inverted pentagram was activated!

"Destroy them! At any cost!"

The Bureau of Mysteries has gone all out this time; they can't maintain secrecy anymore. Besides, certain areas have been completely sealed off—from the flow of people to news and communications.

Black-clad agents, accompanied by police, bombarded the billboards with rocket launchers!

The next step is to try to save ordinary people who have been infected with binge eating desires, and at the very least, prevent them from spreading the infection a second time.

"Send out more containment equipment. Even if we can't solve the problem right now, we must contain those infected. Don't let them suffocate!"

More people were sent out, and vehicles carrying various instruments and equipment were dispatched.

The Secret Service was short-staffed and even had to borrow police officers from the Liberty City Police Department.

However, this is only a temporary measure, because such a large-scale supernatural event is also a strong shock to the police who witness and participate in it.

Seeing dozens or even hundreds of people devouring everything indiscriminately, even eating living people, is a tremendous psychological shock for ordinary people.

Some police officers with weak psychological defenses have already felt very uncomfortable and unable to accept it.

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