American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Another stray bullet shattered the sugar bowl on the table, and the sharp porcelain fragments flew up like flying knives and pierced an old woman's eye. She immediately bled profusely and rolled on the ground in pain - well, if nothing unexpected happened, she would probably go blind.

　Because the target was too small compared to the tank, several RPGs missed the monster and instead hit a tanker parked on the roadside not far behind... Watching the fireball soar into the sky, Thompson could only pray silently to God, hoping that no one was nearby.

　However, although the secondary damage was so severe, after the smoke cleared, the three-meter-tall red figure finally lay motionless on the ground.

　Several National Guard soldiers jumped off the armored vehicle and cautiously approached, wanting to check if the monster was alive or dead. However, they were quickly driven back by the stench and fired a few more shots at the monster from a distance. Seeing that it didn't move, they set up roadblocks and established a cordon.

　Immediately afterwards, a large group of fast-moving reporters rushed over, setting up their cameras and taking photos of the monster's corpse. Some reporters took microphones and interviewed passers-by, regardless of the fact that many of them were covered in wounds and in urgent need of bleeding and bandages...

　"Excuse me, are you Officer Thompson, the first officer to receive the call?" A National Guard soldier finally squeezed through the frantic reporters and approached Thompson. "Captain Gonzalez, our commander, please come over and explain the situation."

　Then, as Thompson walked to the side of the armored vehicle, he heard a scream coming from the radio: "Red Rocket Gas Station needs backup! Repeat, Red Rocket Gas Station needs backup! Monsters appear!"

　The captain also complained to Thompson with a constipated look on his face, "Why didn't you inform us earlier that there was more than one monster?"

　Thompson: (ΩДΩ) I don’t know either!

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　Compared to Carl, who had the blood of the Berserker Demon and caused a big commotion on the streets near the Blue Lizard Motel, Roy, who had the blood of the Six-Armed Snake Demon, and Daisy, who had the blood of the Succubus, were much less destructive.

　In fact, shortly after they abandoned Carl, who had lost control, and ran away from the Blue Lizard Hotel, Daisy, who was sweating profusely while running, was spotted by several men on the roadside because of her uncontrollable charm and irresistible aura of seduction.

　They looked at Daisy's beauty, and first there was a flash of amazement in their eyes, and then it turned into full greed.

　A voice whispers in their hearts, urging them to indulge their desires.

　Soon, a middle-aged vendor who was setting up a stall couldn't help but grab Daisy, put his hand over her mouth, and dragged her into the alley. Other men wandering nearby followed suit. Even men who were driving abandoned their cars and rushed into the alley in a frenzy.

　Before long, bursts of indescribable lascivious sounds emanated from the deep and dark alley.

　However, when Daisy was once again in a state of being "covered in men" and sweating profusely in "pain and pleasure", Roy abandoned her without any loyalty. While the driver was horny and about to rape Daisy, he stole the car left behind by him and ran away.

　——Roy knew very well that since she couldn't change back to her mortal appearance, she would be immediately exposed wherever she went with her current appearance of horns on her head, red skin, and a tail behind her butt. Her only way to survive was to hide in the wilderness and find an abandoned farm.

　Her plan was to hole up in Chino Hills State Park for a few days before trying to make it to the Mojave Desert.

　Unfortunately, although she managed to grab a car, it was already running out of gas. After driving less than ten kilometers, the tank was already low.

　In desperation, Roy had to bite the bullet and find a relatively deserted gas station, trying to pretend to be an actor who forgot to remove his makeup and add oil.

　Unexpectedly, she had just parked the car at the gas station when a police car and two National Guard jeeps came behind her.

　The police and soldiers in those three cars had been called in to reinforce the Blue Lizard Inn's "Monster on the Street Incident." Seeing this "unhuman-looking" woman in the gas station, they couldn't help but feel suspicious and went to question Roy.

　As a result, because it was a stolen car, Roy couldn't even report the license plate number when questioned by the police, which immediately exposed his true identity.

　Next, she had to rush into the small supermarket attached to the gas station, took the female clerk hostage with a pistol, and confronted the military and police.

　But not too much

　Soon, it was learned that a monster was trapped in the Red Rocket Gas Station, and the city's military and police quickly rushed there in an attempt to give the monster a good beating.

　Not long after, a fierce gunfight broke out at the gas station. Roy, who only had a pistol and four bullets in his hand, was quickly shot dead on the spot.

　Next, the police found Daisy in an alley not far from the Blue Lizard Motel. She was being besieged by three strong men, with dozens of people queuing around her. Her body was soaked and covered with sticky liquid... By the way, they also arrested Old Buck in the Blue Lizard Motel. He had just woken up from a drug-induced high, looking at the big hole in the wall and the bloodstains all around, and was confused and had no idea what had happened.

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　"Ah, it only took half a day for this Tiefling bandit gang to be wiped out."

　In the San Fernando Valley refuge villa, Firi looked at the internal police notice sent by the fax machine and couldn't help but sneer.

　"Who told you to choose such an exaggerated demon bloodline? The Berserker!"

　Marita smiled and said, "Things like these that are stinking and extremely violent can't be hidden even if they want to. The stench alone gives them away. If you had fused them all with the bloodline of a six-armed snake demon, or a fire demon, they might not have fallen apart so quickly."

　"Well, my original intention was to create a demonic, degraded version of the Hulk," Fili sighed. "By causing a big commotion, I could draw people's attention and let them know they're living in a supernatural world."

　——Although several years ago, Firi had already taught the extraordinary profession of "Tantric Master" to the outside world, which could strengthen the body and cure all diseases, and quietly developed many secret sects that worshipped the Prince of Lies, Xirik.

　But the former only brings benefits, no harm or danger, and lacks visual impact—it's just a man and woman having sex. The latter has long been commonplace in the United States, where cults are rampant and evil gods are everywhere, and it doesn't seem particularly special.

　Now, through the sight of three tieflings roaming the streets, using scenes straight out of a superhero comic, the American people have finally realized that the peaceful, dull world they've known is no more. The future promises a turbulent era of gods and demons, the emergence of supernatural powers—the notion of "Gotham City, with its simple folk, and Arkham, with its thriving talent" will soon become reality, transcending the comics.

　Citizens of major cities across the United States will soon be able to frequently watch their own or their neighbors' roofs being smashed by all kinds of strange falling objects from high altitudes, or being destroyed from time to time by various new super villains.

　Even hot dog vendors have to have experience dealing with poison gas leaks, suicide bombs, and demonic massacres in order to survive.

　Well, for ordinary citizens, such a noisy, exciting and thrilling daily life is obviously too frustrating.

　But in this way, his "strategic deception bureau" can gain a larger space for activities and more ways to deceive people.

　Those things that appeared in street literature in the past, such as the horror legends of the Bermuda Triangle, the secrets of the Easter Island statues, the man-eating trees in the tropical rainforest, the city of R'lyeh in the South Pacific, the ruins of ancient aliens, etc., may also be brought into reality.

　In short, let’s make this world more lively and noisy, no, even more crazy!

　As he thought about this, he read the report forwarded by the local FBI in Los Angeles.

　[Description]: A newly discovered mutant in Los Angeles, codenamed "Succubus," is a 37-year-old German-American woman, 160 cm tall and 40 kg in weight. She is thin, has fair skin, red hair, green eyes, and long shaggy hair.

　According to medical personnel's examination, the organ structure and muscle tissue of the mutant "Succubus" are somewhat different from those of humans. In terms of appearance, there is a 2 cm long horn on her forehead, and a 15 cm long and 1 cm diameter tail extends from the caudal vertebrae behind her buttocks.

　This mutant is able to release some kind of supernatural power that attracts men and needs to consume men's reproductive fluids to maintain vitality.

　All young and middle-aged men who come into contact with a succubus variant will suddenly display abnormal physiological arousal and attempt to have sex with her. Elderly men and young boys show no unusual symptoms. Once removed from the succubus's presence, 80% of men who have come into contact with her will immediately return to normal. The remaining 20% ​​will experience varying degrees of auditory hallucinations, dizziness, and tinnitus, but these symptoms will resolve on their own within an hour...

　Well, as expected of a professional intelligence department, the archival reports they write are of such standard and style.

　Fili curled his lips and continued to flip through the pages, only to find that there was nothing further behind—there was no report on the other two tieflings who had been killed, probably because the autopsy and research on the bodies had not yet been completed.

　However, immediately afterwards, another report was forwarded by the fax machine. It was about Firi's previous proposal to imitate the Japanese Shinto Federation to set up an "American Supernatural Power Forum" and create an American supernatural gathering brand. The application was finally approved by Washington.

　However, regarding the location of the supernatural gathering, Washington rejected the idea of ​​holding it in the small town of Eden in the San Fernando Valley. This is because although this place was once the first public supernatural training base in the United States (the place where the Tantric master Joy Zen practiced), it has now become a gathering place for believers of the Dark Sun Sect and a church.

　The White House believes that such extraordinary gatherings should prioritize pluralism, diversity, neutrality, and internationalism, and should not be anchored in the headquarters of any particular religious group. Otherwise, there's a risk of promoting them as state religions within the extraordinary realm.

　"So, according to Washington's opinion, where should you hold this extraordinary gathering?"

　Listening to Feri complaining while reading the fax, Marita came over curiously and asked.

　"None of these locations are suitable. They believe that the venue for the Extraordinary Gathering should be changed every year, just like the Olympics."

　Firi's expression was a little strange. "So, Washington asked me to hold the first American Supernatural Power Forum on board the ship."

　"Huh? On a boat? A yacht party?" Marita blinked.

　"That's about right. According to the White House, the country is facing financial difficulties right now. Therefore, this first supernatural gathering should be a small-scale experimental event. We don't need to invite too many people, and we don't need to make it too extravagant. We can just find a yacht and hold a sea party.

　If the Extraordinary Gathering fails, there won't be a next one. If it succeeds, the venue should be changed as often as the Olympics, with the next Extraordinary Gathering being held wherever the ship goes.

　Phiri explained, “If necessary, we can even hold extraordinary gatherings in foreign ports to demonstrate our country’s influence.”

　"That sounds great. Hollywood is in Los Angeles, so it makes sense that the Oscars are always held there. But the extraordinary people are scattered across the country and even around the world. It is indeed necessary to change the venue frequently to make it fair."

　Marita asked, a little confused, "Do you really want this extraordinary gathering to be held in the San Fernando Valley?"

　"That's not the case. For me, holding a party on a boat is actually quite acceptable."

　Fili waved his hand. "But... well, there's something wrong with the ship assigned to me! It's the Yukikaze, the ship we were on before! Now, after being repaired and completely disarmed, it's been handed over to my 'Strategic Deception Bureau' to be used as a yacht for supernatural gatherings!"

　"Yukikaze? Oh, that thirty-year-old Japanese warship! Yeah, it's definitely a bit old, and it's not very stable when sailing on the sea. The slightest wind and waves will cause it to pitch violently."

　Marita, who had once crossed the Pacific Ocean with Firi on the Yukikaze, thought for a moment and nodded in understanding, "But at least this ship is quite large. If we don't need to go out to sea and just stay on the shore to hold a party, it shouldn't be a big problem.

　We just need to find a professional party-organizing company in Hollywood, and they can definitely make this old boat look beautiful..."

　Um, is the point I'm making about the Yukikaze being too old? The point is its auspicious "Phoenix" luck and the title of "Friendly Destroyer"!

　Hearing Marita's words which were completely off the mark, Fili couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

　While the Yukikaze's auspicious/disasterous qualities are largely literary artifacts and metaphysical concepts, the problem is that the concept of supernatural powers is inherently metaphysical and idealistic. And now, coupled with the auspiciousness of the former Imperial Japanese destroyer Yukikaze...

　Well, who knows what kind of bizarre results will come out of this collision!

　Layers of red velvet cupcakes. The impromptu strains of a jazz trio drift over the side of the ship, mixed with the clinking of champagne bottles and beer cans in an ice bucket.

　Further away in the smoking area, a dark-skinned Latino waiter wearing white gloves was using a sterling silver cigar cutter to cut the ends of cigars into perfect arcs.

　Several eye-catching balloons, made in the shape of the bunny head of the Playboy logo, were hung on the front and back of the Yukikaze.

　To show the generous sponsorship of Playboy magazine for the "American Super Power Forum" conference.

　Fili stood by the open-air swimming pool on the boat, looking at the slim, naked handsome men and beautiful women, who were either playing in the pool or lying on the shore sunbathing, with beads of sweat slowly oozing from their bronze backs, shaking their plump buttocks and round breasts, and flirting with each other.

　Waiters walked around carrying frozen cocktail glasses with straws, and condensation on the walls of the glasses rolled into the pile of oyster shells on the small round table.

　While this circular pool, constructed from the base of a dismantled destroyer turret, may seem a bit cramped compared to a standard cruise ship pool, the sheer number of beautiful bodies gathered within its small expanse of water makes it a true "concentration is essence"—after all, isn't the whole point of a pool party to admire beautiful women? Who would simply stare into the pool?

　Not to mention, the handsome men and beautiful women who come here to attend the party are not ordinary people, but extraordinary people with extraordinary net worth!

　This is much more upscale and impressive than any supermodel show or Miss America beauty pageant!

　"Ah, what a joyous occasion, isn't it, Mr. Hefner. Thank you so much for your generous sponsorship."

　Fili smiled and said to his special guest and sponsor, Hugh Hefner, the owner of Playboy and a professional "bunny girl breeder," "Otherwise, if I only relied on the meager funds allocated by Washington, I would never be able to hold this extraordinary gathering in such a grand manner."

　"You're welcome. We've been friends for many years. Besides, this will be of great benefit to my business."

　Hugh Hefner waved his hand, speaking modestly. Even though he was attending a party, the Playboy founder hadn't changed into a standard suit and tie, but instead wore his signature burgundy silk pajamas and velvet slippers.

　It may seem a bit rude at first glance, but compared with those "masters" who attended the meeting in swimsuits or even just wrapped in a towel, it was already very decent.

　"Ten years ago, even if I wanted to hold a bikini party, I would have been accused of violating moral standards and poisoning the minds of young people. But now... even if I turned a major national conference into a nude party, no one would dare to say anything."

　Looking at the well-dressed gentlemen and ladies in front of him, chatting and laughing happily with the naked men and women, Hugh Hefner couldn't help but nod with satisfaction.

　"Yes, nowadays Playboy has become a campus reading material that is openly subscribed to by most high schools across the United States. This was simply unimaginable ten years ago. If we work harder, maybe there is hope that it will become a textbook!" Ferry also nodded with a smile.

　Although the current world has been forcibly transformed from a world without demons into a supernatural world due to the secret manipulation of a certain time traveler, the only supernatural profession that has become popular and has penetrated the Iron Curtain and spread across the globe is the "Tantric Master" mentioned in the "Pink Book".

　The profession of "Tantra Master" is universal, and it's all about bare-bottomed sex. There's no other method of practice besides sexual intercourse, hard and indiscriminate sex, barefoot and naked—which, coincidentally, is Playboy's forte.

　As a result, Playboy decisively launched a series of illustrated columns, lectures, and special issues. Not only did they offer basic sex education, but they also featured interviews with numerous "Tantra Masters" to guide those seeking supernatural powers on how to "practice" with their girlfriends and boyfriends.

　Then, Playboy, which had already become a top magazine in the vulgar industry, took advantage of the opportunity to enter the American education industry and was even introduced into campuses!

　Indeed, many conservatives with traditional ideas expressed disapproval of this uncivilized, immoral, and thieving behavior. But the problem was that, with the politically correct slogan, "Everyone cultivates superpowers; we must not lose to the Soviet Union at the starting line," Playboy was still accepted into schools.

　After all, during the Cold War, the all-round competition between the two major camps was the main theme and political correctness that could not be violated in American society.

　If the American right-wing conservatives actually declare that in order to maintain social order and traditional morality, the United States can give up the field of superpowers and does not need to compete with the Soviet Union in superpowers... then the American left-wing progressives will take the opportunity to start digging up old accounts and discuss whether the even more wasteful space race and arms race, as well as the CIA's spy war against the KGB, are necessary since superpowers are not important!

　After all, at this moment, the "Germanic winning theory" that would fool the United States in the future is still in its infancy, and performance competition is the mainstream.

　In the imperialist era before World War II, relations between countries were based on strength. If you were strong, you were right, and if you were weak, you deserved to be bullied. The Pope had no army and could only be bullied. No matter how noble the Habsburg family's bloodline was, the crown still fell.

　Although each country has its own set of subspace winning closed loop theories, that is, to praise the personality cult of its own leaders and to promote itself as great

　The theory of national superiority, but this kind of false and empty talk is often not even believed by its own people, let alone the international community.

　The most successful examples were probably the "Theory of the Invincibility of the Imperial Japanese Army" during the Japanese Empire and the racist theories of Nazi Germany. However, their effective dissemination never extended beyond the boundaries of their own ethnic population and territory.

　After the Cold War, the US and the Soviet Union were still competing for performance. When the US developed nuclear weapons, the Soviet Union had to develop them too. When the Soviet Union launched satellites into space, the US had to rush to launch satellites. When Soviet astronauts went into space, the US had to launch its own manned spacecraft as quickly as possible. When the US developed computers, the Soviet Union also began researching computers—though no matter how hard they tried, they could never catch up and were even surpassed by New China at one point.

　Given this, a new competition in the realm of superpowers has emerged, seemingly requiring relatively low costs, requiring only further intellectual liberation and a slight abandonment of moral principles... So, how could either the US or the Soviet Union admit defeat in this area? Admitting that their countries' sexual prowess were inferior to their opponents'?

　Not to mention, the masters in the United States and the leaders in the Soviet Union are still waiting for their country to train more "Tantric masters" to maintain their health and stay alive!

　How can their good deeds be ruined because of some old stubborn and backward ideas?

　We must criticize these backward-thinking guys! Otherwise, what will happen to my health and life?

　Therefore, in the late 1960s and early 1970s of this dimension, the social atmosphere on both sides of the Iron Curtain was rapidly developing towards the situation in the early 21st century on another timeline. Except for the fact that the "Tantric Masters" excluded homosexuals, which led to the LGBT movement and the nationwide transgender craze being unable to take off, in terms of the boldness of relationships between men and women and the extent of exposure of the body in public places, European and American societies at that time were even worse than those in Europe and the United States.

　Moreover, because the entry threshold of this "superpower competition" is too low, while the benefits are too great and immediate, third world countries such as India have followed suit and joined this superpower competition where there is no smoke of war and only beautiful bodies are seen, and they have achieved remarkable results.

　Indian newspapers and television stations boast every day about how many "Tantric masters" their "Shaktism" sect has trained, and they widely invite wealthy people from developed Western countries to come to India to enjoy a pleasant "superpower health care journey" and make a lot of money for the Indian people!

　This has led to the United States being even more hesitant to give up its own strength in the extraordinary field.

　——Losing to the Soviet Union in the realm of superpowers would be one thing, but if we also lose to India, Brazil, Greece, and Mexico...

　Where should the United States put its reputation as a superpower and leader of the free world?

　Isn't it just about opening more nudist camps and beaches, letting more young men and women enjoy their lives naked? It's all approved! We're going to do it on a grand scale!

　Then, since there are so many nudist schools, it is no big deal to let students read Playboy on campus.

　Chapter 635: The Snow Wind Award for Superpowers (Part 1)

　"Come to think of it, I was a little surprised when you told me that such an important national gathering of people with superpowers was actually held in Los Angeles. Don't those bureaucrats in Washington like to get these lucrative and powerful organizations as close to them as possible?

　"Of course, I know things aren't going well in New York right now. But there are plenty of other great cities on the East Coast. And the weather permits—it's summer now, and even Boston is hot. Why would the White House let you hold this extraordinary gathering in Los Angeles?"

　Hugh Hefner suddenly pointed at the barefoot and bare-bottomed male and female "Tantric Masters" in front of him who were flirting with each other and asked Fili.

　"First of all, Mr. Hefner, the location of the American Supernatural Power Forum's annual meeting is not fixed. The first annual meeting was held in Los Angeles, which is considered a pilot project. The next annual meeting may be moved to Boston, Baltimore, Philadelphia, or Miami."