I awakened to be a menace at the start of the game, and my parents sent me to the cherry blossom vie

Chapter 170 Archbishop Madison

The White Palace.

The top-secret conference room was deathly silent.

A dozen or so of the most powerful people in the United States sat at the long oval conference table.

At this moment, everyone was staring at the huge holographic projection on the wall.

The image freezes.

On the left is a rotting angel, stripped of its golden shell and covered in black maggots.

On the right, there are thick, dark purple tentacles emerging from the void vortex, covered with countless eyeballs that send chills down your spine.

"Gurgle."

Someone swallowed hard, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet conference room.

Strong's face was ashen, and he braced his hands on the table.

"Can someone explain this to me?"

"What the hell is this thing?"

The Minister of Defense wiped the cold sweat from his brow and stood up.

"Your Excellency, President."

As he spoke, he pulled up another set of data, "According to the energy wave analysis, those three... monsters are indeed the six-winged divine messengers that the Vatican has been promoting."

"A divine messenger?"

Strong pointed angrily at the screen.

"You call this a divine messenger? Your divine messenger is covered in rotting flesh and maggots?"

"Those charlatans from the Vatican have fooled the whole world! They don't worship any God at all!"

Everyone fell silent.

There's no way around it, the scene is just too impactful.

The Vatican has always held a superior international position, relying on its mysterious and unpredictable holy light power and so-called "miracles".

Although the U.S. leadership is wary, they have always regarded the Holy See as one of their trump cards in the fight against other awakened forces.

But now... their trump card has been revealed, and they've discovered that it contained nothing but a bag of excrement.

It's not only disgusting, it's also terrifying.

"And this too!"

After talking about the three rotting flesh angels, Strong looked at another screen.

Through the previous live stream, they already knew the relationship between Lin Fan's family of three, but they just couldn't feel happy.

What exactly do Lin Jianguo's family do?

What on earth is this monster that Lin Fan created? Are the people in the intelligence agency just sitting around doing nothing?!

The intelligence chief stood up, forcing himself to look up:

"Your Excellency, we have just investigated and found that Lin Fan's file is extremely clean."

Even before the Japan incident, he was just an ordinary young Chinese man, showing absolutely no unusual behavior.

"Those tentacles... the expert team suspects they are the same tentacle monsters that appeared in Japan before."

"As for anything else... we have no way of knowing!"

"asshole!"

Upon hearing this, Strong slammed his hand on the table:

"This dangerous family is right here on our soil! Running rampant in Raccoon City! And you're telling me you didn't know?"

The Secretary of State sighed and interrupted, "Mr. President, the focus now is not on assigning blame, but on what we should do."

The meeting room fell silent once again after these words were spoken.

What should I do?

Yeah, what should we do?

Now even the angels who can unleash heavenly golden light have been sucked dry by those tentacles, and the existing regular army of the United States would just be cannon fodder.

As for those awakened individuals in their country?

Going there would probably be suicide!

"I propose a complete lockdown of Raccoon City."

The Defense Minister said in a deep voice,

"At the same time, sever all covert cooperation with the Vatican. What's behind the Vatican is too evil, beyond our control. If these rotten monsters descend in large numbers, the US Congress will become hell."

I second that.

I second that.

The top officials have all expressed their opinions.

They were scared.

The fear of Lin Jianguo's family was at least tangible and visible, but the fear of those unknown and evil creatures was a pure, instinctive terror.

However, just as Strong was about to make a final decision, the conference room door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

The head of the Presidential Secret Service rushed in, sweating profusely.

"How dare you! Who let you in!" Strong roared in anger.

The Secret Service chief, panting heavily and looking flustered, said, "Your Excellency, people from the Holy Land have arrived."

"The Holy Land?" Strong frowned. "People from the Vatican? What are they doing here?"

"I don't know. Their helicopter landed directly on the South Lawn, specifically requesting to see you."

The Secret Service chief swallowed hard. "The one leading the group is Cardinal Madison."

Upon hearing this name, the expressions of several senior executives in the conference room changed simultaneously.

Madison was the true power figure in the Papacy, second only to the Pope in status.

"Do they dare to come again?"

Strong sneered.

"I just saw their true colors, and I feel disgusted. Get them out of here!"

"Your Excellency, please reconsider."

The Secretary of State quickly intervened.

"It would be unwise to break ties with the Vatican now."

We just lost the Rattlesnake Squad, leaving our Awakened forces weak.

"Why don't we meet them first and see what they're up to? We can also try to gauge their intentions."

Strong's expression shifted between light and dark.

He looked at the disgusting lump of rotten flesh on the screen, and then thought of the United States' currently stretched superhuman strength.

"Tell them to go to the second-floor reception room. I want to see what other tricks these charlatans can come up with." Strong straightened his suit and tie and strode out of the conference room.

Soon, the group arrived at the second-floor reception room.

Strong pushed open the door and entered, followed by the Secretary of Defense and the Secretary of State.

There were four people standing in the spacious room.

Three Templar Knights clad in heavy silver armor stood guard in a triangular formation behind them.

On the sofa in front, sat an elderly man dressed in a long red robe.

The old man had gray hair and held a scepter inlaid with gold gems in his hand, exuding the majesty of a superior.

It was Cardinal Madison of the Papacy.

When Madison saw Strong enter, he didn't even bother to get up; he merely raised his eyelids slightly.

"President Strong. A surprise visit. May the glory of the Lord protect you," Madison said in a low voice.

In the past, Strong would have found the sound sacred.

But now, he only felt that there might be a bunch of wriggling black maggots hiding under that red robe.

Suppressing his discomfort, Strong walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite Madison.

"Archbishop Madison, no need for formalities."

"You forcibly entered the White Palace without permission. If you cannot provide me with a reasonable explanation, I will consider it a declaration of war by the Holy See against the United States."

Strong's tone was forceful.

Madison narrowed his eyes.

He noticed the change in Strong's attitude.

Normally, this president would treat him with utmost respect. What's wrong with him today? Has he taken some kind of poison?

But Madison had no time to worry about that. He had received a direct order from Pope Paul VI to immediately investigate every detail of Raccoon City.

Raccoon City.

Madison got straight to the point, lightly tapping the carpet with his scepter.

"President Strong, hand over to me all the surveillance and satellite footage your military collected in Raccoon City. The Vatican needs this information."

Strong and the Secretary of Defense exchanged a glance.

"Your Excellency Archbishop, this is the territory of our United States."

"Your divine messenger caused such a huge commotion here, destroying half the city, and now you think you can take away the intelligence with just a word?" Strong sneered.

"This is His Holiness the Pope's decree."

Madison remained unmoved, his gaze gradually sharpening.

"Strong, you'd better know who you're talking to. Hand over the information, and the Vatican will not treat you unfairly. If you don't, you won't be able to bear the consequences."

The air in the room cooled down instantly.

The three Templar Knights rested their hands on their sword hilts, their bodies radiating a faint golden light.

Strong gritted his teeth.

He was very unhappy with the other party's attitude.