I put monsters and super powers in America

For example, he canceled the abstract project of the Booker light tank; for another example, he also wanted to cancel the even more abstract project of the Constellation-class frigate; from these two points of view, he is not the kind of Commissioner Smith who "blends with the dust".

The various policies are relatively pragmatic and break away from the traditional Pentagon bureaucracy.

As for how far he can go, it is hard to say; but at least he has the desire to change.

Therefore, when he learned that "Supernormal" had appeared, the Minister of Defense immediately realized that the real future was here and quickly followed up!

"This kind of power! Once we master it and build an indestructible superhuman army, what will we fear from the Eastern powers? What's the point of engaging in a military competition?"

"The future belongs to us! We will crush all our opponents!"

"Doctor, I don't care what method you use, speed up the research at all costs! I want to see results as soon as possible!"

"Sufficient funding!"

"besides……"

He changed the subject, his eyes sharpened, and looked at the assistant beside him.

"Where is that death row inmate named Luif Mangione, the one who could control lightning? I want him dead or alive! His research value is hundreds, thousands, and hundreds of times greater than those insurance executives he killed!"

"Finally..." He lowered his head and swiped his phone a few times. YouTube, TikTock and other major video platforms had been flooded with videos of "Mothman" killing people and Louis killing "Mothman" with lightning.

"Contact the White House press assistant for me!"

"We must find a way to completely suppress the heat of this matter!"

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New York at night, under an abandoned bridge.

Luif Mangione huddled in a cold concrete corner, pulling his hood even lower to shield himself from the night wind and the hunger in his stomach. Ever since he killed Li Longfei and "escaped" from Xingxing Prison, he had been hiding in the dark corners of the city like a rat.

Agents from the FBI and the Department of Homeland Security were hunting him like mad dogs, and the reward for his capture was skyrocketing.

In fact, if Louisfer really wanted to kill, all those federal agents would be turned into charcoal; but he was still a good man of the United States after all, and his mentality had not changed yet, so he was unwilling to take action.

He was nearly caught several times.

If it weren't for the mysterious golden power that surged into his body after killing Li Long, which enabled him to awaken a peculiar ability similar to "electron leap" - the ability to transform into electric current and move quickly over short and medium distances, he would probably have been captured long ago.

He walked out of the bridge carefully, ready to get something to eat under the cover of night.

Just then, a black, sleek car slid silently in front of him and stopped. The window glass was dark, making it impossible to see what was inside.

All the nerves in Louisfer's body tensed up instantly, and the electricity in his body began to surge restlessly, ready to turn into thunder at any time.

"The cops? Or those damn agents?"

The rear door slowly opened, and the person who stepped out was not the armed law enforcement officers he had expected, but a middle-aged man wearing a sophisticated dark suit, with black hair and facial features that showed obvious North American Indian features.

His eyes were deep and sharp, like a hawk that could see through people's hearts, and there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Louis was stunned.

He knew this man: Atlas Graham, one of his father's few close friends.

A capital giant with enormous influence in finance, energy and emerging arms industries.

After his arrest, Mr. Graham had spared no effort to campaign for him, even spending a lot of money to hire a top legal team to defend him; unfortunately, the legal teams of the insurance company and the Department of Justice seemed to be better.

Atlas Graham looked at Louis's wary and bloodshot eyes, and his young face which was slightly distorted by fatigue and anger, and his smile deepened.

"Very good," Atlas said slowly, his voice low and magnetic, "That's the look."

He took two steps forward, his deep brown eyes fixed on Louis, and his tone was filled with a subtle admiration: "He is not a loyal dog that wags its tail and begs for mercy, longing for its master's bones; he is a wolf that, even if it is covered in wounds, will do its utmost to bite off the chains that imprison it!"

9 (Part 1). Do the people at Dongda University like to eat melons so much?

Saturday's sunshine filtered through the slightly polluted air of Queens, lazily casting its shadows on the bumpy streets.

The main dragon was walking on the way to Tifa's house, his heart filled with joy.

This was naturally due to the fact that Tifa invited him to her home for "tutoring", and also because the "Thunderbolt Lord vs. Mothman" incident completely exploded.

The reminder of the harvest of wishes is flooding the screen like crazy.

Yes, both the Department of Defense and the White House want to suppress this matter.

But is it possible?

Luif Mangione—the very name itself is a huge news story. A death row inmate, supposedly reduced to charcoal in the electric chair, transforms into Thor under the watchful eyes of the public, tearing apart the "Mothman" falling from the sky with his bare hands. Even Hollywood's most daring screenwriters couldn't come up with this scenario.

What's more, the "audience" present at the time included reporters, lawyers, and even some Democratic Party celebrities who had come specifically to watch the fun. Trying to get them to speak in unison and shut up would be as difficult as teaching a husky to guard the door.

So, the White House spokesperson who rose to power through social media could only stand up and hold a press conference with a constipated expression that said "I tried my best".

"Please remain calm and don't panic. Regarding Luif Mangione, I can assure you that the situation is completely under government control and he will be brought to justice soon! Please believe in the capabilities of our federal law enforcement agencies!"

He pushed up his glasses that were almost sliding to the tip of his nose, forced a confident smile, and continued reading the script.

"At the same time, I also want to share some good news with everyone! Through preliminary research on the remains of that... um, 'Mothman', our research team has achieved a significant breakthrough in the field of biotechnology! We are fully confident that we can quickly develop effective means to restrain or even harness this extraordinary power! America will once again lead humanity into a new era!"

This statement, which was intended to cover up the truth, not only failed to calm public opinion, but instead was like pouring a bucket of cold water on boiling oil, causing it to explode instantly.

News programs on various TV stations swarmed in like sharks smelling blood, launching 360-degree analysis and interpretation.

Zhulong clicked on the live replay of Fox News with great interest.

On the screen, a blonde, blue-eyed, plump female anchor was waving her arms in an impassioned, high-spirited tone.

"Friends! Fellow countrymen! Do you see this? Extraordinary power, miraculous power, has descended upon our great American land! This is no coincidence, this is providence! This is God's favor upon our great nation! This is yet another manifestation of Manifest Destiny in the new era!"

On the big screen behind her, slow-motion footage of a lacewing falling was played in a loop, accompanied by majestic and exciting background music.

"Those cowards and traitors from the liberal camp only spread panic and defeatism! But our great president has already seen through everything! It is under his strong leadership that our country can seize this once-in-a-lifetime historical opportunity! We will study the extraordinary, utilize the extraordinary, acquire technology that is ahead of our time, and thoroughly consolidate our global hegemony! We will march from one victory to another! Those shameless lies that slander our president will be shattered in the face of this divine revelation!"

The main dragon almost laughed out loud.

"I didn't know. I thought Fox was taken over by North Korea's Central Television."

The style of CNN's programs is completely different.

In the studio, a senior host with gray hair and a serious expression was having a roundtable discussion with several so-called "experts and scholars". The atmosphere was as solemn as a memorial service.

"This is a catastrophe, a crisis that shakes the very foundation of our nation!" the host lamented. "We see that God, or some unknown higher-dimensional being, has chosen whom to perform a miracle? Not our president, not our hero, but a murderer about to be executed! A complete outlaw!"

A sociology professor took over, his expression filled with worry. "The signal this sends is extremely dangerous. It means that the will of God may completely contradict the legal system, social order, and even moral standards that we are so proud of. This is not just a challenge to our judicial authority, but a profound deconstruction crisis that can undermine our social consensus! When people begin to doubt that the law is no longer the sole criterion of justice, market confidence will be severely shaken, and the foundations of our entire society will be shaken!"

"And yet, what do we see?" the host slammed the table, his face filled with the sorrow of a nation on the verge of collapse. "Our president and his White House team have turned a blind eye to this. Instead, they're caught up in a false sense of triumph, 'hunting down gods,' and spouting off technological breakthroughs! This is like a doomsday party! It's incomprehensible! Absurd!"

The main dragon nodded with satisfaction.

"You continue to bite each other, and I continue to harvest the power of will. Everyone will have a bright future."

In the end, the American public opinion field contributed a full 30,000 wishes to the main dragon!

Get rich, make a lot of money.

In addition, there were some scattered gains.

For example, the 100 points of fear and anger contributed by Tim, the leader of the White Eagle Gang.

The group of anxious researchers at the military base contributed 2000 points; the ambitious Secretary of Defense and his staff, probably because they saw the hope of a "superman army", also sent 1000 points of wish power.

However, Lord Dragon is not worried that the Pentagon will be able to figure it out.

The core energy essence of the lacewing monster, that golden "spirit," had long been completely absorbed by Louis. The military could only analyze the superficial aspects of the flesh and blood they had obtained.

As for whether they can really come up with something and use it against Todai?

The main dragon sneered.

"Dream on. Once I've caught my breath and entered Gaia's dream again, I'll immediately arrange some 'local specialties' for you to try. By then, let alone an expedition, you'll be in enough trouble back home to deal with it."

However, the next source of his wish power really surprised him.

[+30000 wishes, originating from heated discussions among netizens in the Eastern world.]

"No, do the people of Dongda University like to eat melons so much?"

The master dragon became interested and downloaded an APP called "Zhifou".

When I opened the software, the top topic on the hot list was #How do you view the appearance of supernatural beings and mysterious monsters in New York, USA#.

When you click in, you’ll see a wide variety of answers, and a familiar smell is floating in the air.

One highly-praised answer reads:

Thanks for the invitation. I’m in New York and just got off the spaceship.

The essence of this incident is a crushing blow to the foundations of American global hegemony! What does this mean? It means that the United States mainland is no longer an absolute safe haven! Why did global capital flow to the United States in the past? Because it was safe! Now your homeland is experiencing a "Godzilla" crisis, with a "Mothman" constantly descending from the sky to mow down the financial elites. Who would dare to put their money with you? This will inevitably lead to a massive outflow of international capital, especially from the most sensitive hot money. The beacon has fallen, and the big one is coming. Everyone, hold on tight and prepare to witness history.

There are a considerable number of likes and comments indicating professionalism under this answer.

But soon, another tit-for-tat reply came up at an even faster speed, with words full of undisguised sarcasm.

The previous response to the theory of the collapse of the United States was probably a dream. And capital outflow? Do you have any misunderstanding of the words "super technology"?

The disruptive benefits of this thing are far greater than those elusive security risks! Just imagine, if the US cracks the secrets of "supernormality" and discovers anti-gravity and genetic enhancement technologies, what kind of massive, new industry chain will be spawned? Its value will undoubtedly be in the trillions! At that point, it will only attract even more capital and talent to rush into the US like crazy, to seize the opportunities in this new market.

As for those few people Mothman killed? Come on, that's less than the number of people killed by gunfire in New York City in a single day. In the face of enormous profits, what are those casualties? For those on Wall Street, as long as there's money to be made, even if Satan descends, they'll dare offer their business cards and negotiate a partnership! Wake up! This isn't a crisis for the US; it's an opportunity. A massive one!

Under the two opposing answers, the comment section was full of arguments and all kinds of sarcasm, just like an online vegetable market, which also contributed a huge amount of high-quality wishes to the main dragon.

As for netizens in other parts of the world, they only contributed a total of 10000 points of wish power.

“The people of Dongda University are awesome!”

"In the future, we should perform more big events on the grand stage of the United States, which will suit the tastes of the people of Dongda!"

What really made him curious were the two wishes of 50 points each from Atlas Graham - [Ambition and Admiration] and [The Joy of Being Recognized by Louis].

Author's message

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Chapter 9 has been significantly revised, with a large section added.

9 (Medium). Both the Donkey and the Elephant have suffered.

Atlas Graham, this name is not unfamiliar to the main dragon.

He is an important shareholder of the emerging arms giant Palantir Industries, the actual controller of the mysterious "Nasir Capital", and also controls the "Aigros Security Company", a half-militia, half-mercenary organization similar to Wagner.

At the same time, he is also the pastor of Trinity United Church and one of the church's senior leaders.

No one may remember this church just by hearing its name, but former US President Barack Obama was baptized in this church, and his early spiritual mentor, Pastor Wright, was also a member of this church.

Pastor Wright's public statements include: "The 9/11 incident was the retribution for the US foreign policy", "God does not bless the United States, God curses the United States", "The deep government of the United States is using disease, poverty and HIV to eliminate minorities", etc.

In the end, Guanhai, who is running for president, had to make a superficial cut with Pastor Wright and quit the church; but who can say for sure what he will do in private?

In short, Trinity United Church is a "progressive" and strange sect.

It is obvious that Atlas is also deeply influenced by church teachings; as a capital tycoon and vested interest who moves between Wall Street, the Pentagon, the White House and Silicon Valley, he has repeatedly compared America to the collapsing Sodom in public.

He once ambitiously claimed that neither the traditional Democratic Party nor the Democratic Party could save the United States, and only the rising new forces could save this country!

Therefore, Atlas is also one of the important sponsors of the current president.

However, judging from his previous wish, Atlas is obviously disappointed with the current president, a rising new force. He is ready to step down and has already started a new business outside the system.

Anyway...

"Did Louis find the organization?"

The corner of the dragon's mouth raised slightly.

While he was thinking, he had already arrived at the downstairs of Tifa's apartment building.

This is an old red brick building with a lot of paint peeling off on the exterior, revealing the dark bricks inside.

At the entrance of the corridor, several homeless people with dull eyes and ragged clothes were wandering around like zombies, emitting an unpleasant smell.

The main dragon rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" Tifa's clear voice came from inside the door, with a hint of vigilance.

"It's me, Lord Dragon."

With a "creak", the apartment door opened a crack, revealing Tifa's face.