American Strategic Deception Bureau

　Even if the spacecraft didn't break into pieces when it hit the ground, at least the astronauts inside would have suffered fractures.

　However, the landing site of the American spacecraft was not on land, but on the sea. The spacecraft fell into the sea and floated up again, easily relieving the impact force.

　Soon, the spacecraft was lifted onto the aircraft carrier by a US Navy helicopter, and the United States' first manned space flight was successfully completed.

　Although he only "soared" into space for a few minutes, not as far as Gagarin did, circling the earth, it can still be considered a space trip.

　Moreover, in order to steal the limelight from the Soviet Union's Gagarin, the United States also hyped up Alan Shepard and packaged him as a star idol - he was paraded in a national float, met by President Kennedy, and was awarded the NASA Distinguished Service Medal and the Distinguished Flying Cross. He was just short of being given a Congressional Medal.

　In this way, relying on the victory of the Dominican War and the successful landing of the first American astronaut, President Kennedy successfully established his and the new government's prestige, thus paving the way for the implementation of the "New Frontier" policy that he strongly advocated.

　——Every famous American president has his or her own iconic slogan, just as President Obama’s slogan is “Change” and President Trump’s slogan is “Make America Great Again”, and President Kennedy’s slogan is “New Frontier”.

　The "New Frontier" encompassed both domestic and foreign policy. Domestically, Kennedy planned to adjust interest rates, implement a long-term deficit fiscal policy and health insurance, and propose civil rights laws to address racial segregation, transforming the United States from an "Anglo-Saxon nation" into a nation for all Americans.

　Basically, it is equivalent to a kind of "internal expansion" that appropriately overdraws national strength and expands the ruling base.

　It can be roughly compared to the ancient Roman Emperor Caracalla, who granted citizenship to all citizens and truly transformed Rome from a city-state into a country.

　In terms of diplomacy, Kennedy continued to pursue a global strategy of world domination, attempting to organize the "Alliance for Progress" to strengthen control over Latin America; he proposed the "Grand Plan" to try to incorporate Western Europe into the Atlantic Community with the United States as the main body, rather than the current ambiguous relationship.

　Later, he also included space exploration and moon landing plans in the "New Frontier", trying to spread the glory of the American flag beyond the earth.

　In short, this was an extremely ambitious expansion plan, or perhaps an American version of "World Raiders." Only the United States at its peak could afford a full-scale offensive of this scale—but it was a stretch, and it affected the interests of many interest groups.

　Therefore, Kennedy's New Frontier Plan encountered numerous obstacles from the very beginning, and every step forward was difficult...

　Of course, for Fieri, who was in Florida, these political events in Washington were just newspaper commentaries.

　What really kept him in mind was...

　"what--"

　"Sir! Madam's water has broken! She's about to give birth!"

　As two charming female voices sounded from behind, Ferry immediately dropped the newspaper and jumped up with a whoosh.

　"Hurry! Carry Marita to the gynecological examination bed! The one I brought from the torture room..."

　Author's Note: PS: It's strange that there have been more and more dog bites lately, and petty animal protection is becoming more and more rampant. But when I was in the Urban Management Dog Beating Team, we would kill dogs and bring the bodies to the owners to collect dog disposal fees and fines, but I didn't see anyone dare to act like a spoiled child.

　They are just a few blood-soaked iron forks and sticks. Do they have much deterrent effect?

　Chapter 68, Monica's Birth

　"Ahhh-"

　"Alena! Is the water ready?"

　"Ahhh-"

　"Juanita! Use the gauze dipped in alcohol to wipe Marita's sweat!"

　"Ahhh-"

　"Alena! Hold both of Marita's hands down!"

　"Ahhh-"

　"Juanita! Get the enema! Fill it with warm water!

　Don't look at me like that! I'm not playing a game. I'm cleaning her intestines to prevent postpartum wounds from becoming contaminated by feces, which can lead to bacterial infection and inflammation! Some cases of puerperal fever are caused by not giving pregnant women an enema!

　I shaved her pubic hair for the same reason!"

　"Ahhh-"

　"Come on! Marita, try to relax your body, then take a deep breath, puffing up your belly a little... Then, breathe in and out three times shallowly and one time deep. Try to relax your lower body and move your muscles outwards! Come on! Believe in yourself! You can do it!"

　……

　Accompanied by bursts of high-pitched cries, Marita Lorenz, who was lying on the delivery bed, cried out in a voice as loud as a bell and extremely miserable.

　There is no way. Any pregnant woman's delivery begins with waves of increasingly frequent contractions.

　This is an endless, inescapable, unstoppable pain that spreads throughout the body and seeps into the heart and lungs.

　Therefore, the healthier and stronger a woman is, the louder she will scream at this time.

　If Fili hadn't cast a spell and drawn a soundproof barrier in the room beforehand, I'm afraid all the customers and prostitutes in the "Wave" brothel would have heard it.

　At this moment, this beautiful red-haired woman was already covered in sweat, her hair sticking to her forehead, beads of sweat covering her cheeks, and she looked very tormented, but she still gritted her teeth, arched her plump body, and continued to slowly move her hips.

　I have to say that Marita Lorenz is worthy of being thrown into the Amazon rainforest with bare hands.

　In the indigenous tribe, there were only a few strong women who were able to return to the civilized world alive. The labor pains lasted less than half an hour, and the loud cry of the baby was heard in the room.

　——Compared to those unlucky pregnant women who struggled and cried on the delivery bed for a whole day and night, her delivery was so smooth that it couldn't be smoother.

　Fili took the bloody child in his own hands, cut her umbilical cord with a carefully sterilized bayonet, and applied medicine to stop the bleeding.

　Juanita carefully placed the child in a basin of warm water, gently cleaned him, and then placed him in the swaddle that had been prepared.

　At this time, Marita, who had fainted, woke up again and found that Ferry was wiping her body with a towel soaked in warm water.

　The corners of her mouth moved, as if she wanted to speak, but because she was too tired, she couldn't make a sound for a while.

　But Fili still noticed Marita's awakening. He immediately wiped the sweat off her face and asked softly, "Honey, are you tired?"

　Marita's eyes were blurry and she was weak. She spoke incoherently, "Fortunately... not very tired. My child..."

　Ferry wiped the blood off her legs, then turned around and picked up the swaddled baby girl and placed her next to Marita.

　"Look, just as I said before, she's a very healthy little girl. She was crying so loudly just now!"

　As he spoke, he opened the swaddling clothes and showed the baby to her mother.

　"It really is a girl..." Marita said with a sigh, "The child seems to have some wrinkles!"

　Some people think that babies should be as delicate as jade. But in fact, newborn babies look a little wrinkled.

　It will take some time for the skin to stretch out and become the baby look that we often see around us.

　"Well, isn't that what all newborns look like? Don't worry, she'll be beautiful soon!"

　Fili said disapprovingly, "By the way, what do you want to name her? Honey?"

　"Let's call her Monica! That's the name I gave to our last child, and I'm using it for her now."

　Marita looked at her wrinkled daughter, a trace of reminiscence in her eyes. "Before I was kidnapped by the CIA and had an abortion two years ago, I made a decision. If it's a girl in my belly, I'll name her Monica; if it's a boy, I'll name him Ziokro.

　It’s a pity that the poor child didn’t even make it to birth…”

　"Ziokoro... Little Corn? Why don't you call it Little Potato?"

　Fili was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but say something strange.

　Perhaps because the words were too strange, Marita ignored them and continued to look at her daughter intently.

　At this moment, the baby girl Monica, who was originally sleeping, seemed to notice something. She smacked her lips twice and suddenly started crying.

　But the crying was not harsh at all, instead it was very cute and rhythmic, like a beautiful vocal piece.

　"Ahh, mommy's little baby is hungry! Don't cry, don't cry, mommy will feed you right away!"

　Although she was extremely tired, Marita forced herself to cheer up amid her daughter's cries. With Fili's help, she sat up and fed her daughter. At the same time, she casually asked, "Hey, honey, why did you let me give birth here instead of going to the hospital? You're not afraid that I'll run away, are you?"

　"Of course it's because of my possessiveness as a man. I want to have all of you!"

　Fili hugged her delicate body, whose skin was as smooth as silk, and watched her feeding her daughter. He smiled and teased, "Now, every inch of your body, inside and out, has no privacy. I have seen, touched, and examined it all..."

　Marita rolled her eyes as usual, but she didn't slap Feri's hand away and continued to breastfeed.

　At the same time, Alena and Juanita finished cleaning up the mess in the house and came over to look at Marita and Monica.

　In the sunshine after the rain, three naked women were teasing a naked baby girl. The scene was so warm and charming.

　Fili admired their beautiful figures with a smile, and decided to strike while the iron was hot and complete the ceremony today.

　He waited patiently for Marita to finish breastfeeding her daughter and put her back in the cradle that had been prepared long ago. Then he told Alena to hold Marita's body tightly from behind and sit on the sofa together. He also asked Juanita to stuff Marita's mouth with a clean towel to prevent her from screaming.

　"Hey? I just gave birth! Why are you playing games right away? You don't even give me a break..."

　Marita pouted and complained, but then opened her mouth obediently when Juanita placed the towel next to her face.

　After her mouth was blocked by a towel and she could not make any sound, Fili took out a purple Dark Sun Holy Emblem and chanted a few spells.

　Then, a parchment contract shining with magical light suddenly appeared in the void and floated in front of Marita.

　"My dear, now that you've given birth to the child, isn't it time to sign this soul contract to be my slave?"

　"..." Marita, with a towel stuffed in her mouth, suddenly opened her eyes wide, and was stunned by the shattered world view.

　-

　The next morning, standing in front of the floor-length mirror in the corner of the room, Marita Lorenz looked at

　Looking at yourself in the mirror.

　In the bright huge mirror, every part of the 21-year-old red-haired beauty is simply flawless.

　——Her innocent face, like that of a girl next door, is delicate and beautiful, with a hint of childishness; her D-cup breasts are plump and soft like round cheese pudding, and her round buttocks are as smooth as ripe peaches; her snow-white and smooth skin exudes an intoxicating musk, and is so elastic that one wants to pinch it... It is impossible to tell that she just gave birth to a child yesterday!

　Touching her smooth belly without a single stretch mark, Marita couldn't help but exclaim in her heart:

　Is this the miracle of magic?

　Just as she was looking at herself in the mirror, intoxicated by her almost perfect body, the cry of a baby suddenly sounded behind her.

　Marita's heart suddenly tightened, and she quickly turned around and ran towards her daughter Monica, but found that Alena had already picked up Monica, humming a song to coax the baby girl, and stuffing the equally full and swollen fruit on her chest into Monica's mouth.

　Marita originally thought it was just a pretense, but when she took a closer look, she saw that the plump fruit on Alena's chest was also secreting white juice from the top, flowing down the corners of Monica's mouth and dripping onto the floor of the room.

　"Hey? Alena, you're not pregnant, so how come you have milk?" She looked up at Alena and asked curiously.

　- Unlike Juanita, who was still a girl, and Marita, who was petite, Alena, a former female guerrilla fighter, was 6 feet tall (a real big horse at 182 cm), with a pair of super long and well-proportioned legs and a firm butt.

　So, when Marita and Alena stood together, they could only look up at each other and talk.

　"Ah, the master is worried that you don't have enough milk and the child is hungry, so he asked me to help. As for how I did it..."

　Alena replied, nodding at Fili, who was writing furiously at the table. "Have you forgotten who our master is?"

　"Another magical miracle? My god, why are there no proper spells used by a magician like you, Fili?"

　"Uh, let me correct a mistake. I'm not a magician, but a priest. All my power comes from God." Firi stopped writing and replied.

　"Priest? The power from God?" Marita blinked. "The God you are talking about shouldn't be God, right?"

　"That's right," Firi admitted, nodding. "My Lord is a Lie... no, the God of Mischief, who reveres the color purple. He sent me on his behalf to travel the human world, hoping to make this boring and tedious world lively and bustling..."

　Author's Note: PS: American Jewish influence was relatively minor during Kennedy's presidency, and Kennedy didn't rely heavily on them when he came to power. But just a year or two after Kennedy's death, American Jews experienced a rapid rise in power, and during President Johnson's second term, they quickly became a force that no one could mess with.

　The reason is that after World War II, the Jews had initially controlled the media and finance in the United States, and had the hard power to do whatever they wanted.

　But the McCarthy movement broke out immediately afterwards, causing the American media and entertainment industry to fall into a massive scrutiny where everyone was in danger. Jews were often accused of being pro-communist or "un-American" and did not dare to insert their own private opinions into the news media to establish their own "inviolable" image.

　At the same time, due to the dormancy of more than ten years, the old-school people mistakenly believed that it was okay to let Jews control the media, so they relaxed their vigilance.

　It was not until President Kennedy completely ended the McCarthy movement and relaxed control over the media and entertainment industry that the Jews dared to jump up.

　Therefore, Jews had little voice in American politics in 1962, but they became very powerful by 1967, and became the boss a few years later.

　Just like the environmental activist Greta, who was so famous a few years ago, but in the blink of an eye, she became a target of public condemnation - some things change very quickly.

　Chapter 69: Wild Imagination

　Just as Pavel Korchagin turned his family into a party branch, Firi also formed a small church around him called Prince of Lies Cyric.

　Well, Captain Ferry King's self-proclaimed "magic change" of Cyric's portfolio from lies to pranks seems a bit audacious. But after all, a prank is still a lie, and no matter what kind of prank, it's basically related to deception.

　——Aren’t those famous and shocking scams and tragic disasters in history often praised as “God’s pranks”?

　What's more, before becoming a god, Xirik was just a funny guy with daily brain cramps, so it seems there is nothing wrong in calling him the "God of Madness".

　If you beautify it a little bit, it becomes the god of mischief.

　Moreover, compared to the God of Lies, the God of Mischief sounds more pleasant - saying that someone often lies is usually a severe moral accusation; but to say that someone is good at pranks... isn't this the basic skill of comedians and talk show hosts?

　Even among members of Congress, there are many pranksters who are good at playing practical jokes - being able to make people laugh in Congress is also a skill!

　At least, before he developed Alzheimer's, Sleepy Joe was basically unable to do this.

　Therefore, Marita just asked around and learned that believing in the Dark Sun Cyric did not require any cruel blood sacrifice (after the defeat, Cyric had no relevant priesthood and could not enjoy blood sacrifice), and

　Since he didn't need to cook living people, and only needed to play pranks and jokes frequently, he readily accepted this new belief and enthusiastically thought and discussed with Fili how to come up with more interesting pranks.

　For example, she suggested that Ferry could hold the little girl Juanita who had just taken a bath, touch her all over, and read the novel "Lolita" at the same time.