Two hours after the nuclear strike on Hama City, the news could no longer be suppressed and began flooding the internet.
The radiation from the nuclear strike spread to the small towns and villages surrounding Hama City, affecting hundreds of thousands of people. Many self-righteous humanitarians online furiously condemned the Coalition high-level officials.
Meanwhile, on Goro Island.
Inside a study within the manor, Tang Yongyun had been reviewing the Syndicate's development since the defeat of Darkness.
A messy pile of documents lay scattered across the desk in front of him.
He scanned the documents: “Specter and Evil Spirit Research Project,” “Supernatural Personnel Benefits Upgrade,” “Recruitment Strategies for Foreign Supernatural Talents,” and “Support Program for Scientific and Technological Talents.”
The entirety of Goro Island was currently under his control, though a nominal leadership team still existed on the surface.
‘Every single one of these plans is a massive money sink. Relying solely on the income of Goro Island and the Syndicate, we can't expand if we want to sustain them in the long run, and if we do expand, we won't be able to sustain them.’ He stared expressionlessly at the documents.
With the supernatural era just beginning, only by seizing the initiative quickly could they establish themselves as a more formidable power in the future.
As he stared at the proposals, Tang Yongyun's expression gradually grew cold.
Under the leadership of the Special Bureau, the Nanming Kingdom had already channeled most of its funding into supernatural-related projects. He absolutely could not afford to fall behind.
Since they lacked funds, they would simply have to seize them.
Doing business and engaging in trade was far too slow. Besides, he had already become an original supernatural being. If he still had to behave and run a normal business, what was the point of having supernatural powers?
He looked up at the world map hanging on the wall, his gaze sweeping across the other four major islands.
The Western and Eastern Continents were too chaotic, making them unsuitable for his development. That left only the other four major islands to conquer.
Ultimately, Tang Yongyun's gaze locked onto the largest island closest to Goro Island: Mude Island.
‘It's less than fifteen hundred kilometers from Goro Island. I can travel back and forth at any time.’ Just as this thought crossed Tang Yongyun's mind and he reached for his phone to issue the order...
Ding!
A customized ringtone chimed from his phone.
Hearing this long-unheard ringtone, Tang Yongyun was momentarily stunned. This was the exclusive ringtone he had set for Zhao Jin.
‘Has Destiny finally sent instructions!’ A sharp glint flashed in Tang Yongyun's eyes.
Working for Zhao Jin yielded supernatural rewards at the very least—rewards that were highly beneficial even to him.
Without hesitation, he tossed his plans of conquering Mude Island to the back of his mind and opened the message sent by Zhao Jin.
Destiny: 【Take over the Coalition. Wipe out the high-level officials within twenty days. Once you have control of the nuclear weapons, begin setting up Jesus in the real world.】
The message was direct. After reading it, a cold smirk played on his lips. “It seems the nuclear strike on Hama City was too loud, and Destiny is displeased.”
He stood up and walked out.
Time was short, and the task was heavy.
At five in the morning, a blue private jet took off from Goro Island, heading toward the Coalition.
Inside the jet were Jiang Nan, Buck, Bai Yuwen, the twin sisters Fang Qing and Fang Shui, and over twenty other men and women.
They were all supernatural beings Tang Yongyun had recruited from various places during this period.
In a private cabin at the front, Tang Yongyun leaned back against a sofa, expressionlessly watching the night scenery passing outside the window.
For this trip to the Coalition, he brought only elites. Jiang Nan was the only ordinary human among them, tasked specifically with organizing intelligence.
Meanwhile, at the Demon Hunting Association's headquarters castle.
Juan Gerard had not slept all night. He stared at the intelligence report in his hands regarding the establishment of a second supernatural department.
His face was incredibly grim. “These damn politicians. Who do they think they are, trying to play this balancing act with me!”
He didn't bother summoning his subordinates for a discussion. Since its founding, the Demon Hunting Association's performance had indeed been abysmal.
Not only had they failed to station supernatural beings in every major city like the Special Bureau did, but the few supernatural beings they did have were only good for fighting battles where they already held the upper hand.
In their own words, becoming supernatural was meant for enjoying life, not for throwing their lives away.
Of course, it wasn't that there were absolutely no supernatural beings who genuinely wanted to work for the Coalition, but such individuals were far too rare.
“Gerard, what do you plan to do?” From behind him, the voice of the Lost Sheep echoed.
Its complexion had returned to normal, maintaining the proud demeanor befitting a powerful entity.
Gerard gritted his teeth and said, “Hmph, I've already obtained intelligence through my channels. They want to prop up a faction led by the Eddie Society, merging it with seven or eight minor supernatural factions to keep the Demon Hunting Association in check. How laughable! A piece of trash faction thinks it can balance us!”
Beside him, the Lost Sheep listened with a hint of confusion. The Eddie Society? What kind of trash society was that? It had never even heard of it.
Nevertheless, it maintained its cold, temperamental image. “In that case, why not teach those politicians a lesson? Let them understand that the Demon Hunting Association is not something they can easily suppress.”
The Demon Hunting Association was its tool for harvesting fear. If its authority and power were restricted, its future path to becoming stronger would be obstructed.
“In two days, the supernatural beings from the Eddie Society and those small factions will head to the central city to establish the Supernatural Bureau. Gary, the president of the Eddie Society, will become the director. But they want to set this up? Has my Demon Hunting Association agreed?” Gerard stood up, his face flushed with anger.
The Lost Sheep's mouth split into a sinister grin. “Hehehe, go ahead, Gerard. Any garbage character thinks they can vie for power with us. In two days, annihilate them in the central city. Let those politicians understand that the Coalition belongs in our hands!”
A day later, at night, in the central city.
In a suburban villa district, Tang Yongyun had bought a property here long ago, specifically to serve as a convenient gathering point for the day they made their move against the Coalition.
Inside the first floor of the largest three-story villa, the core members of the Scott Syndicate had gathered.
“The Supernatural Bureau? Doesn't the Coalition already have the Demon Hunting Association? What the hell are they playing at?” Buck's booming voice echoed from the living room.
In the living room, Jiang Nan rolled her eyes at him while holding the intelligence files. “Could you stop shouting?”
“Whether it's the Demon Hunting Association or this upcoming Supernatural Bureau, the Coalition's official supernatural forces are far too weak. Will the Coalition's high-level politicians show up for the event?” Tang Yongyun asked, looking at Jiang Nan.
Jiang Nan shook her head slightly. “Aside from the Coalition President, the others probably won't show up. They propped up the Supernatural Bureau precisely to counter the Demon Hunting Association. It's almost guaranteed that a clash will break out on the day of its establishment.”
“Let them fight. The more they fight among themselves, the easier it will be for us to carry out the decapitation strikes,” Bai Yuwen sneered.
Standing over two meters tall and packed with muscle, his grin gave him the distinct look of a villain.
“Since they aren't showing up, I want all of you to reach the capitals of the various nations within a day. Within ten days, secretly eliminate their leaders, prop up new puppets, and take control of the nuclear weapons.” Tang Yongyun looked around at everyone present.
As he spoke, black crows began emerging one by one from the top of his head.
These crows flew over and perched on their shoulders.
He looked at the crowd and said, “Take these crows with you. I don't care what methods you use, you must make the puppet successors willingly sign the Doom Contract.”
“Understood! Their supernatural forces are about to wage a civil war, so they probably won't have much defense left!” the younger twin, Fang Shui, giggled.
Buck was somewhat excited. “Boss, we're actually going to take over the Coalition!”
Tang Yongyun said nothing, merely turning to look out the window expressionlessly. ‘Take over the Coalition? All of this is nothing more than paving the way for the birth of Jesus.’
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