American Strategic Deception Bureau

　And Firi's words continued.

　"Dr. Kissinger, although it may be offensive to you and your people, I still have to say that Jews in today's America are destined to suffer and do not deserve sympathy. The Jewish financial group entered the war with a naive illusion that only they could murder others and no one could murder them. Only when this naive illusion is completely shattered will they become peace-loving."

　Speaking of this, Firi couldn't help but sigh. How many years had it been since Hitler's Holocaust during World War II? Why were Jews now reverting to their old ways? Or had they simply not changed?

　As always, cheating and making trouble, wanting all the benefits and advantages, without taking any responsibility or obligation?

　"I know, given their arrogant attitude, even if they are sent to the gas chamber, it's their own fault.

　At this point, only by letting them suffer a little and killing a bunch of people can they wake up a little."

　Dr. Kissinger smiled wryly and said, "In short, the mission President Nixon assigned to me has concluded. It's up to you to decide how to turn New York upside down. But I hope you won't act too quickly, or at least don't leave me trapped in New York."

　"Don't worry, it will take a few more days to prepare. It won't be that fast." Fili waved his hand and said.

　"That's good." Kissinger nodded. "It's getting late. Shouldn't you guys go out?"

　"Wait, there's one more thing we haven't done yet! Don't forget how we came to your room! We have to do the whole show!"

　Fili, dressed as a call girl, said, "Marita, come on the bed! Doctor, you don't have to come up..."

　In short, with Dr. Kissinger's dead eyes looking embarrassed, Fili and Marita jumped onto his bed, jumped and shook vigorously for two minutes, and shouted and screamed - Fili even forced him to yell a few times, and then the two sides said goodbye and parted.

　Next, relying on the spells of "Hide Your Breath" and "Dispel Idlers", Fili and Marita returned to their rental apartment in Little Italy safely - the security in New York at night is really bad nowadays. If it weren't for the help of extraordinary powers, even if sisters dressed like "them" were not covered with their mouths and dragged into the car by the kidnappers on the way, they would probably be surrounded by a group of black thugs in the alley, right?

　By the time the two of them returned to bed, it was already late at night. Neither of them had the heart to entertain themselves anymore. They simply sat cross-legged and meditated: "Have a good night's sleep, dear! Gather the men tomorrow! We're going to set all of New York on fire!"

　This place is not the sphere of influence of the light. Many uninvited visitors never have the chance to see the sun again.

　The silence here is like a stalking beast, concealing an immense pressure. For travelers who stumble into it, most of the time, the only sound that reminds them that they are still conscious and have not lost their hearing is the faint sound of dripping water.

　The dark tunnels meandered through this gloomy country, cutting through caves of all sizes and connecting high and low caves.

　Of course, there are still many settlements of life here, just as densely populated as the surface. Travelers who descend underground, after winding through countless tunnels and gray rocks, might stumble upon such settlements. While the smell is often unpleasant, at least it's warm in winter and cool in summer, full of life, a stark contrast to the lifeless tunnels...

　Ahem, okay, this is certainly not the dark area beneath the "Forgotten Realms", but an abandoned subway station in New York.

　As mentioned earlier, due to the chaotic and unplanned construction, just like the rusty abandoned railways scattered across the wilderness and farmland of the American Midwest, the underground of New York, a world-class metropolis, is also dotted with abandoned subway tunnels and subway stations.

　These dark underground spaces have now become places of adventure and courage training in urban legends, as well as dens where vagrants, gang members, fugitives and stowaways gather and hide, just like the "bottom nest" in the Warhammer 40K game.

　Well, if New York is compared to a hive city in the Warhammer world, then the location of the abandoned subway is indeed at its "bottom nest".

　Then, just like the underworld in Warhammer 40K, which is always infested with gangs, chicken thieves (genestealers), and cultists, the abandoned subways in New York, in addition to dirty and smelly homeless people, are also infested with various cult groups.

　As for the traditional cults in European and American Western societies, before the rise of the hippie movement in the 1960s and the imitation of various Indian "gurus" in meditation and practice, which one was not a group of people hiding in caves or basements, secretly performing all kinds of shameful and decadent rituals?

　It's just that in the past, cult members in Europe and the United States were purely for self-entertainment and seeking spiritual comfort. But now, some people have gained real superpowers.

　--In New York City shrouded in the pitch-black night, many people hurried through hidden alleys, entered some seemingly ordinary buildings, climbed down stairs and cellars, and some even endured the pungent stench of decay and went into the sewers, finally gathering in an abandoned subway station.

　Like most abandoned subway stations, the surface exit of this station has long been blocked with bricks and cement. However, through various strange tunnels - some left over from the past, some secretly dug, outsiders can still sneak into these abandoned subway stations.

　Even under the feet of the police, they secretly converted them into their own secret bases!

　Today, New York's subway and sewer system has become a huge underground city, with countless marginalized people living and causing trouble in it like rats. They are usually unknown to others, but occasionally they will make a big move.

　At that moment, inside the dark, damp, abandoned subway, the air was thick with the pungent smell of rust and decay. The walls were covered in mottled water stains and blurred, faded graffiti. Those who had entered the subway, flashlights in hand and masks on, moved left and right through the dark, deep tunnel, their pace sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Sometimes, upon seeing a faint light in the distance, they would stop and wait for a moment, exchange commands with one another.

　They dressed differently, had different skin colors and ethnicities, but the only thing they had in common was a small purple skull badge on their chest.

　These cultists walked in the dark underground passage for an unknown period of time when suddenly the lights in front of them became bright and the space became clear.

　A magnificent "underground temple" unfolded before them: the walls were stained glass mosaics, forming kaleidoscopic geometric patterns. Despite lacking a light source, it shone with a jewel-like brilliance. A purple skull image was projected onto the lofty dome, and countless candles hung in mid-air, flickering and swaying. Even the floor was bathed in a multicolored, magical halo, reminiscent of a secret realm from a fairy tale.

　The air was filled with a strange fragrance, sweeping away the foul smell on everyone.

　"That's amazing. I've lived in New York for seven or eight years and I had no idea there were places like this underground."

　A young woman wearing a mask looked around curiously and sighed softly.

　"That's not surprising. I've lived in New York for over 20 years, and I didn't even know this place until last week."

　An elderly middle-aged woman said calmly, "Besides, I believe this place wasn't like this a few years ago."

　“You are right. The divine power and revelation of our Lord Dark Sun have indeed descended upon the world not long ago.

　This Dark Sun Sanctuary beneath New York was only recently completed this month, and it won't remain operational for long."

　A "priestess" dressed in a purple robe, with gorgeous silver hair and a purple skull mask, suddenly "floated" over from a corner of the underground temple. Her legs hovered more than a meter above the ground. She looked down at the astonished believers and said in a soft voice, "When this is over, this place will return to being an ordinary abandoned subway station filled with graffiti and garbage.

　Because my Lord pays more attention to secrecy and does not advocate luxury..."

　——Although normally a skull mask would make people feel scary, the skull mask of the silver-haired "priestess" is not realistic in style, but has been greatly cartoonized, which makes it look a bit... cute?

　"I will follow your teachings, my Lord's favored ones! Dark Sun is the only true God in this world!"

　In short, after feeling the tremendous divine power coming from the "Silver-haired Priestess", the believers of the Church of Prince of Lies Xirik, or the American version of the "Zuowang Dao" who came here according to the "Oracle" (a fake mass message sent by Ferry's personal system), all bowed and saluted to show their respect.

　And Fili, who appeared in women's clothing again, looked at the hundreds of "Zuowang Dao" with satisfaction - these were all his missionary achievements!

　With this group of people who are willing to risk their lives to have fun joining in the fun, why worry about New York not getting into chaos?!

　Chapter 493: Prelude to the Big Event in New York

　"I already know your loyalty to His Highness Dark Sun. I wonder if you are working hard to spread the Lord's way of madness in New York?"

　Dozens of meters underground in New York, in the underground temple of Prince of Lies Xirik, which was magically transformed from an abandoned subway station, Firi, dressed as a "priestess", cast a spell and floated in the air, asking a loud question to a group of "Zuowang Dao" people below.

　——Ever since Firi secretly spread the modified version of the "Hyric Scriptures" across the United States and promoted the Cyric doctrine that "everything is a lie", hundreds of "prophets" across the United States have each "suddenly realized" the way of the Dark Sun, creating a large number of crazy entertainment groups.

　As the largest and most prosperous port city in the United States, and a hub of diverse cultures, New York's Dark Sun cults, while not as developed as those on the West Coast, have also grown to a considerable size. Many of these are pre-existing cults, transformed after elders or saints experienced "epiphanies" and implemented reforms within the cult, aligning their doctrines with the creed of Cyric, the Prince of Lies.

　Others are small groups like clubs and research societies that transform into religious groups after their members acquire extraordinary abilities.

　As a result, places like the Huankong Temple that worships the "Dark Sun Bodhisattva" and spiritual societies that promote mysticism have all become truly extraordinary gatherings.

　Although due to the fun-loving nature of Xirik, who now only has the priesthood of lies left, these sects are mainly chaotic and find it difficult to develop to a larger scale. It is also almost impossible for them to merge and integrate into a large underground organization with a strict hierarchy.

　But just gathering these dozens of level zero priests and believers together, their power is enough to make New York even more "lively and bustling".

　At this time, under the smiling gaze of Firi, who was disguised as a "priestess", the Dark Sun believers and priests who came to the abandoned subway station to attend the party today, talked excitedly about the various tricks they used to spread the "Way of Madness" during this period, including cheating, fooling and deceiving people.

　Among the Dark Sun believers in New York, there are many editors and reporters of third-rate magazines and tabloids. In the past, they often made up some weird things about doomsday theories, aliens, unsolved mysteries of the world, etc., in order to attract readers and increase newspaper sales.

　After converting to the Liar Prince Xirik and realizing the "Zuowang Dao" of the "Dark Sun", they began to spread rumors and fabricate lies: horror stories on the Vietnam battlefield, secret Jewish blood sacrifices, and even said that Egyptian mummies had risen from their coffins in the pyramids.

　When the Washington War broke out and Congress and the President came to blows, these people were overjoyed and made up more and more vivid rumors: "The peace talks between Washington and Philadelphia have failed, and President Nixon is about to use a nuclear bomb to bomb New York!"

　"General LeMay is going to implement a scorched earth policy in the rural areas of New York and New Jersey! Five million refugees will flood into New York!"

　"The vampires of Wall Street have buried nuclear mines beneath New York City, intending to drag eight million New Yorkers down with them even if they are defeated!"

　"The new Congress has declared New York a rebel state and is preparing to disfranchise all its residents!

　From now on, New Yorkers are no longer considered Americans. All the people living in New York are illegal refugees!"

　"Soviet submarines have arrived off the coast of New York, preparing to take advantage of the chaos to attack New York!"

　- Note that these rumors are not nonsense spread in pubs, but are directly published in newspapers or broadcast on radio stations.

　After all, the news media of the 1960s and 1970s were all about shocking people, hoping to trick readers into opening their wallets. Consequently, even the more established news outlets were rife with outlandish and bizarre stories, making it difficult to discern truth from fiction.

　For example, at the turn of the century, many of the "unsolved mysteries of the world" that Chinese children talked about with relish, such as crop circles, Death Valley, the man-eating tree, the Bermuda Triangle, the Mayan doomsday prophecy, and prehistoric civilizations, originated from the unofficial histories made up by journalists in the past.

　How can I describe these "wild histories"?

　Regardless of whether it is history or not, just tell me whether this is wild or not!

　Therefore, there will be a saying in the future that "the higher the pixel of a mobile phone, the fewer unsolved mysteries" - after all, most of these "unsolved mysteries of the world" are like the "American beacon of high quality for all" in "Yilin" and "Reader", which only exist in imagination and cannot withstand field investigation.

　In addition to newspapers, magazines and

　In addition to spreading rumors on the radio, these "Zuowang Dao" people also did not forget to do some practical work.

　Some people disguised themselves as IRS staff, knocking on doors to collect special war taxes; others disguised themselves as conscription officers, kidnapping people and extorting bribes, and then throwing the kidnapped unlucky young people into gang strongholds; some even concocted a large number of fake ship tickets and fake plane tickets, and sold them to those unlucky people who were anxious to flee the United States and seek asylum in Europe, making them cry and collapse at airports and docks... The main trick was to cheat people to death without paying for it!

　As for organizing drug parties and having everyone go crazy together, it happens every day.

　What's more, in today's chaotic world, it is not only the Dark Sun Cult, which is keen on the "Zuowang Dao", that is committing fraud, drug trafficking and fabricating rumors in New York, but all kinds of forces from all walks of life are adding fuel to the fire, making the whole city rush towards the direction of a mental hospital.

　Under normal circumstances, the government would crack down on such acts of disorder. But with New York State now a rebellious state and New York a rebellious city, local intelligence agencies like the FBI have suddenly become trapped behind enemy lines, having lost contact with their headquarters in Washington.

　(President Nixon ordered the military to take over the FBI by force, and the entire FBI headquarters became a battlefield, and the files were almost burned.)

　In other words, the local FBI not only cannot continue to cooperate with local law enforcement agencies, but must worry about being arrested and executed en masse one day: it is impossible to expect them to serve as free vigilantes to maintain law and order when their jobs and lives are at risk.

　Meanwhile, New York police were also in a state of panic, fearing they were working too hard under the traitors and would one day be purged by the new government, or even accused of treason. Consequently, the police were actively passive and passive, avoiding any matters if possible.

　The five major mafia families in New York had heard of this, but since they were criminal organizations themselves, they had no position to fight crime.

　The financial vampire tycoons on Wall Street have always treated the lower class as ants and don't care at all about how the people of New York live.

　As a result, while the ruling class remained passive or turned a blind eye, the people of New York heard more lies this summer than in the previous decade, their mental state became more worrying, and they took drugs more heavily than ever before, to the point that they were generally more crazy and suffered varying degrees of mental disorder on an average basis.

　To sum up, after listening to the work report of the local Dark Sun Cult, Firi expressed his approval and praise as a follower of Xirik.

　Then, he organized a collective prayer in this underground temple, asking everyone to hold the Hera Scriptures and gather around the altar.

　Then, accompanied by a vague and terrifying eerie melody and brilliantly colored magical particles, as everyone held their breath in horror, a gigantic purple skeleton phantom, accompanied by a clown lady who served as a "divine messenger," emerged from the ceiling and slowly floated down.

　The clown was seen floating in mid-air, his huge blood-red mouth stretched all the way to his cheeks, revealing a crazy smile like a psychopath: "Ahahaha! Very funny! You are all great artists! Every day you work hard to make the world interesting in various ways! But it's still not interesting enough! You are all too timid! You should work together to make all of New York interesting! Hahahaha!"

　Then, the clown floating in the air waved his hand casually, and countless balls of magic light were scattered, which slowly sank into the bodies of the cultists present. They were pleasantly surprised to feel that their whole bodies were full of strength, and all kinds of wonderful mystical knowledge flooded into their minds, and they instantly advanced to a higher level in the extraordinary realm.

　How should I put it? It seems that as long as I open my mouth, I can "make my words come true" and fool those ignorant fools into bowing down to me!

　Immediately afterwards, bottles of magic potions emerged from the void and floated down, landing in the hands of every overjoyed cultist.

　"This is the blessing and gift bestowed upon you by His Highness Dark Sun! Return and prepare well! A major event will soon take place in New York!

　Our Lord is watching your performance in heaven, waiting for you to serve Him with more fun and make Him very happy!

　Now, let us sing praises to the greatness of His Majesty Dark Sun!"

　The clown lady announced loudly with a smile, raising her hands and reciting a scripture aloud: "Nothing in the world is true, only lies are eternal! Under the purple light of the dark sun, we will eventually awaken..."

　The cultists who had just benefited from this tactic also enthusiastically raised their hands and repeated along with the clown "angel": "Nothing in the world is true, only lies are eternal!"

　“Dark Sun is the only true God in this world!

　All other gods are just weak projections created by Dark Sun to relieve boredom.

　Wake up! Mortals! Don't be deceived by those false gods anymore! "

　-

　An hour later, watching the back of the last Dark Sun believer who came to attend the rally slowly disappear from the deep tunnel, Firi, who was disguised as the "priestess", finally breathed a sigh of relief. She waved her hand to eliminate the magical phantom covering the surroundings, and the subway station returned to its original dirty and dilapidated appearance.

　Then, Fili wiped the sweat from his forehead and cast a spell to remove the illusion on himself and Marita.

　At this time, due to the excessive consumption of physical strength and magic power, the two were too tired to move at all.

　They had no choice but to sit on the ground, back to back. After resting for a while, Marita panted and said to Fili, "Honey, my performance as Harley Quinn is... okay, right?"

　"That's great! Thank you for your hard work." Ferry took out a handkerchief lovingly and wiped the sweat off her face. "But I'm sorry, we can't rest yet. Please take off your makeup and change your clothes quickly. Then come with me to meet the People's Temple and the Black Panther Party!"

　"The People's Temple and the Black Panther Party?" Marita was stunned. "I thought you were going to find the Communist Party of the United States and start the New York Commune!"

　"The Communist Party of the United States?" Fili scoffed and shook his head. "The entire Communist Party of the United States, at its peak, had only about 7,000 members, scattered across the country. At best, they could only distribute leaflets and write articles. They simply didn't have the strength to do anything big.

　Moreover, as a key target of attack since the start of the Cold War, they had been infiltrated over the years, leaving only the hammer and sickle Party flag. Of the ten people in each Party branch, at least seven or eight were spies and informants for the FBI, CIA, or other agencies.

　If I were to go after the thoroughly infiltrated Communist Party of the United States to launch an armed uprising, I might as well just go straight to the FBI!"

　He curled his lips and complained, "In comparison, the Black Panther Party, which is still dominated by black people, and Jim Jones's People's Temple may be a little purer in nature. At least they haven't completely abandoned their ideals. I hope that Leader Jones still has his party membership card..."

　Author's Note: PS: Since Trump's election, Li Ziqi has returned to making farm life videos, and the Huanong Brothers have started raising bamboo rats again. Has the latest version reverted? However, monkeys carrying the virus have also escaped from US labs. The International Table Tennis Championships will be held in Chengdu next month. Hopefully, we won't see a version rollback to the Wuhan residents. Another three years of this pandemic would be unbearable.

　Chapter 494: Leader Jones's Party Membership Card (Additional Updates, Seeking Votes)

　As a megacity with a population of eight million, New York is divided into five boroughs.

　Manhattan, the oldest and most impressive part of New York City, is home to Wall Street, Broadway, and its skyscrapers. While Manhattan also boasts dilapidated housing for the poor and once-criminal areas like Hell's Kitchen, it's still home to many of New York's wealthy.

　Brooklyn, across the bridge from Manhattan, is generally less upscale than Manhattan. However, the streetscape in northern Brooklyn is quite pleasant, with a distinctly bourgeois feel, making it a popular middle-class enclave. Consequently, Brooklyn has also produced many famous Americans, including basketball legend Michael Jordan, Federal Reserve Chair Janet Yellen, actress Anne Hathaway, and, of course, Captain America from the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

　Queens is New York's industrial district, where most residents are recent immigrants and poor white people with limited funds. The environment is noisy and messy, and the cityscape is even more degraded than Brooklyn. Even in the 2020s, it still looks like a mainland Chinese city from the 1990s.

　——By the way, Flushing, where the Chinese community in New York would later gather, is located in Queens.

　The Bronx is a black neighborhood located in the northernmost part of New York City. Like other black neighborhoods in major American cities, it is poor and chaotic, with an extremely high crime rate.

　The last of these, Staten Island, lies offshore south of Manhattan and is the smallest of New York's five boroughs. The island is primarily a middle-class residential area, dotted with beautiful gardens, botanical gardens, museums, sports fields, and recreational facilities. However, there are also industrial areas for oil refining and shipbuilding—of course, as America's deindustrialization deepened, Staten Island's factories quickly vanished.

　It's easy to imagine that neither Manhattan nor Staten Island would be suitable for launching an uprising in New York. The former was the core of the reactionary forces and would be suppressed as soon as they started. The latter was too remote and separated from the rest of the city by the sea, making it difficult for the insurgents to quickly expand their victory.

　If you want to make a big event in New York, the best places to start it are naturally Queens and the Bronx.