"Destroy him?"
Spencer burst into laughter when he heard Johnny say that.
Johnny, legs crossed, was holding a whiskey bottle in one hand and resting the other on the back of the sofa, looking utterly indifferent.
Spencer leaned against the office desk and asked, "What do you plan to use to destroy him?"
The two n looked at each other and fell silent for a mont.
"Tell , Johnny." Spencer walked behind Johnny, took another bottle from the cabinet, expertly popped the cork, added so ice cubes, and poured himself a drink.
"Are you planning to use an automatic rifle or a bomb, huh?" he said, sitting opposite Johnny with his drink in hand.
"You probably haven’t heard, but six months ago, the forr President of Libitelli couldn’t kill him with a nuclear bomb," Spencer said.
Johnny pouted, nodded, and gestured for Spencer to continue.
"Let put it simply, no country on this planet can afford his retaliation. Even the Emperor of Yin Country has tried to align closely with him, climbed into his bed," Spencer chuckled.
He continued, "Johnny, you are nothing compared to him, his forces are a million tis stronger than you, but since that Libitelli incident, they have remained silent, not making a single move."
"Is that all you have to say?" Johnny swirled the whiskey bottle.
"What else?" Spencer said.
"Are you trying to get to give up? Afraid I will get killed?" Johnny squinted his eyes.
"No, no, Johnny, I’m just mocking you. You’re more than welco to try, I’m very curious to see how you’ll do," Spencer laughed.
He then sobered up and said, "I forgot to tell you, Johnny, from what I know about him, if he ever runs into soone like you, you wouldn’t last three seconds. Given that you bombed his villa, for him, that’s a declaration of war... You can argue with him using words, but not with fists. Johnny, you are already a dead man."
Spencer raised his glass, and Johnny reluctantly lifted his whiskey bottle to clink with him.
"To your death anniversary, though I don’t know on which day it will fall," Spencer laughed and downed his drink.
Johnny smiled too, but instead of drinking, he turned his whiskey bottle upside down, letting the amber liquor splash onto the floor.
Spencer’s expression shifted, but he remained composed, placing the glass down on the coffee table and silently watching Johnny without a word.
Johnny poured all the whiskey onto the floor, his boots getting wet from the alcohol, and quickly emptied half the bottle.
He shook the bottle to ensure it was empty before gently placing it back on the coffee table.
Then, he looked at Spencer and said, "So, is this the level of understanding you people of Wei Tianyang have?"
Spencer didn’t respond, just arched his eyebrows.
"Super assassin, human weapon, political tool... that’s your understanding of him, right?" Johnny asked.
Spencer just opened his mouth to speak when Johnny quickly added, "Oh yes! And for people like you, he’s also a perfect subject for dissection, right?"
"You don’t—" Spencer began, but Johnny stretched out his hand with an open palm.
"That’s it," Johnny said. "That’s why you’ll be rejected by the New World."
"Johnny, you’d better know what you’re talking about," Spencer sensed a hint of danger.
"Wei Tianyang is not a human, not a super weapon, nor a tool used by politicians to deter their adversaries. He is a god, he just doesn’t know it yet."
"He is a True God among us, walking on the earth. And you, you turn a blind eye to this miracle."
"Like , he is utterly disappointed with this world. I know how to change it, but can’t. He doesn’t know how to change it, but can," Johnny said.
"You’re dreaming that he’ll co to you and say ’Let’s collaborate.’, aren’t you?" Spencer shook his head, laughing.
"No, this is not a dream," Johnny smiled.
Spencer didn’t know what other tricks he had up his sleeve.
"I’ve always been wrong in the past; I thought that to overthrow the existing political order and reshape the world, what was needed was absolute ard force, what was needed were threats of terror... Now I finally understand, the only thing that can replace a regi is divine power."
"I want to destroy Wei Tianyang as a human and awaken the divine part of him; this world will be ruled by the only God."
Johnny said.
"I only knew you as a terrorist, but I never thought you were also a religious fanatic. He will simply kill you cleanly..." Spencer said.
"That’s exactly what I want him to do. I will use my death to awaken him, I will enter the new scriptures as the first martyrs, I will beco a part of the Divine Era, living forever in that New World."
Johnny laughed.
"You can’t get close to him; what he seeks is completely different from you, you can’t compare to him!" Spencer beca sowhat agitated.
"I’m just the final push at the door, the matter of enlightening him I have already entrusted to the big shot sitting in the President’s office. But before that, during this transition, there is sothing I need to do for him." Johnny laughed.
"You ca to for this, right?" Spencer said.
"I need you to give the formula and production technology for the neutralizer." Johnny laughed again.
Spencer tilted his head, his finger pressing against his temple, sinking into painful contemplation.
anwhile, in the Prussia Will People’s Republic.
Watching Leona suddenly kneel before him, Wei Tianyang sprang up from the couch like a startled bird.
"Nonsense!" he exclaid.
At the sa ti, he reached out with his right hand and pulled Leona up.
"Do you want to deceive people?" Wei Tianyang said.
"You blocked a nuclear bomb and saved millions of people; just by this act alone, it’s clear you are a god among us," Leona said.
"No, I also killed millions of people in Wuliang City; how do you explain that?" Wei Tianyang said.
"The holy scriptures also recount the sa; Rada Gan destroyed the world in seven days and then, realizing it was wrong, spent another seven days creating the New World," Leona said.
"That’s just a story, you all know very well that the holy scriptures get a new version every few years!" Wei Tianyang rubbed his forehead and said.
He looked at Leona and noticed a change in the way she looked at him.
"Listen, Madam President, I’m just an enhanced version of the Superpower Special Forces; in this era where super soldiers are no longer a secret, how do you expect others to believe that I am a god?" Wei Tianyang asked.
"Mr. Wei, it doesn’t matter if others believe or not; you must first believe it yourself. You have already done things that only a god could do; anyone else wouldn’t be as composed as you are now," Leona said.
"I’m not interested in becoming a god. Miss Leona, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now," Wei Tianyang said.
With that, he vanished into thin air, leaving the room.
Leona’s corners of her mouth slightly curled up, and her cell phone vibrated appropriately; she pulled it out from her top pocket and saw it was a call from Johnny.
"How is his attitude?" Johnny asked.
"As we expected, he doesn’t want to beco a god," Leona said.
"It doesn’t matter; I will start a fire in this world and when he extinguishes it, He will beco what He must beco," Johnny laughed.
"And the formula for the neutralizer won’t go smoothly, will it?" Leona said.
"No, he gave the formula for the neutralizer, presumably hedging his bets," Johnny said.
"That old fox won’t take a loss; he’s harsher than you and ," Leona said.
"The world will proceed to the crossroads as we’ve scripted..." Johnny laughed.
"Do you truly want to beco a martyr?" Leona said softly.
"Sobody has to sacrifice, but for a better New World, it’s all worth it," Johnny said.
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