I write obituaries for the gods.

Chapter 64 exploded!

Alpha-level demigod.

After witnessing Euclid's overwhelming power firsthand, Lin Chen had no choice but to take him seriously as a target.

Professor Jürgen warned Lin Chen never to think of confronting an Alpha-level demigod head-on.

But Lin Chen knew that as long as the investigation continued, the confrontation with Euclid was only a matter of time.

"..."

Jiang Zhengge looked at Lin Chen, gently stroking his stubble-covered chin, and after thinking for a while, he finally spoke:

"We don't have a clear understanding of Euclid's specific power. The F Council has intervened too few times, so we simply can't build up enough knowledge about Alpha-level demigods. We can only speculate on their upper limit based on their classification."

"Even so, based on our experience with the demigods so far, every demigod has flaws."

"The flaws of an Alpha-level demigod don't sound easy to find," Li Zhanyi muttered.

"Take it one step at a time, there's always a way out," Jiang Zhengge chuckled. "The Alpha level isn't as unattainable as you think... Aside from their extraordinary powers, they're essentially just mortals with huge flaws."

Jiang Zhengge's gaze was somewhat evasive when he said this, and Lin Chen clearly noticed it.

It seems like this isn't his first encounter with an Alpha-level demigod?

Lin Chen wanted to ask a couple more questions, but then Li Zhanyi suddenly shouted:

"Wow, this is amazing! We've got some juicy gossip to share!"

"Where did it explode?" Lin Chen leaned closer.

"Shen Xuanyi and the foundation have been exposed!" Li Zhanyi held up her phone.

So fast? Everyone was amazed by Shen Xuanyi's efficiency.

Lin Chen had only received the materials in the morning, and the propaganda war had already begun in the afternoon. He thought Shen Xuanyi would wait for an opportunity or something.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. United Concrete Group has been forced into this situation, and if it drags on any longer, it will be beyond saving.

Lin Chen took out his phone, opened his blog, and clicked on the trending topics.

The top trending topic: United Concrete Group issued an announcement regarding the safety of the Tiejiao Bridge.

Lin Chen clicked on the trending topic and read Shen Xuanyi's post.

She revealed all the details of the Iron Cape Bridge design, including the bridge structure, construction process, and material flow.

"The mercenaries employed by the United Concrete Group successfully retrieved the original files from the bunker," Li Zhanyi read aloud from the text. "She didn't mention the Investigation Bureau!"

"That's kind of you," Jiang Zhengge chuckled, "It allows us to remain in the shadows in the public discourse."

"She accused the foundation of extortion and forced acquisition of United Concrete Group," Louis murmured. "There are phone recordings, edited video footage of the bunker incident that night, including footage of Captain England snatching the files."

"There's another trending topic," Lin Chen refreshed the page. "It was posted by an anonymous account. It's a clip from the Captain England crew leaving the victims to die in the school incident! The victims' faces are blurred out, very meticulously."

"And they even maliciously edited it, omitting the footage of us rescuing the victims," ​​Li Zhanyi laughed, "creating an effect of 'the victims are dead,' which both protected them and made the public outcry even more. It's brilliant, truly insidious."

"Shen Xuanyi isn't a hothouse flower," Jiang Zhengge said with a smug look. "Ah... I always love seeing the foundation run into trouble..."

"Captain England's live stream is flooded with comments!" Li Zhanyi exclaimed excitedly.

Upon hearing this, Lin Chen hurriedly opened Captain England's live stream.

In the video, Captain England is still selling lessons, but the comments section is already filled with insults, all calling him a "butcher" and a "murderer."

Lin Chen watched as the English captain's expression gradually shifted from calm to restraint, observing the curve of his lips twisting little by little.

"Fooking idiot!" he cursed in a broken London accent. "Those videos are obviously AI! Attifly, Sooyoung, Tatara, Junt!"

"You all believe that? Fook, my good buddy Optimus Prime suffered from the aftereffects of the Ironhorn Bridge incident. Before he died, he told me to protect you! Lads, believe me!"

Then, Lin Chen saw the SC message posted by someone else:

"Isn't Qingtian a side station from Nantong? Did you get promoted by giving him something? And the British captain? You're a rip-off (sweating soybeans)."

Then these SCs came one after another:

"Hey, he's getting impatient, he's getting impatient, he's a creepy guy who tricks abnormal entities into beating hostages (Tangyuan is not bad)."

"Who's down there, Optimus Prime or you?"

"You're right, but my youth was as the British captain. I handled one Gamma-level incident (obtaining the Sky-Piercing Soul Ring), zero Beta-level incidents, and thirty-six Delta-level incidents. My record isn't as good as the friendly entity 'Police Officer' from the Anomaly Investigation Bureau. But I sold 16470 sets of English conversation courses, and with that honor, I became a star-level demigod of the Foundation."

"This guy with the fake London accent, who likes to max out his resources, rig up Delta-class physical fish-blasting videos, edit videos, and has a bunch of fake honors, claims to be on par with Optimus Prime, but actually gets drowned in a Gamma-class ruin, just laughed (covers face and laughs)."

Looking at the barrage of comments flying everywhere, Captain England lowered his head, his fists clenched tightly.

"Aaaaaah!" he suddenly roared.

The next second, the screen disappeared, and the live stream was cut off.

"My defenses have been broken..." Lin Chen felt a sudden sense of relief.

"I also spent over thirty dollars on SC," Louis said quietly, "enough for two cups of milk tea."

"You actually started playing around..." Lin Chen muttered to himself, glancing at Jiang Zhengge:

"Do we need to go along with public opinion?"

"Let them fight it out first, while we stay in the shadows and reap the benefits."

Jiang Zhengge smiled and waved gently:

"Go about your own business, Louis. Work out a few infiltration plans for the Waldorf Hotel before dinner. Lucy... do as you please. Zhanyi, are you alright? If you're free, go to school. Your advisor wants to see you. Don't look at me like that; your studies are important too. Lin Chen, any plans?"

"I plan to go see Professor Jürgen," Lin Chen said. "I plan to have him help me develop a 'Whale Cry Bullet'."

"Not bad, you've got a sense of responsibility," Jiang Zhengge nodded approvingly. "Let's come back here after dinner and have a meeting to discuss the specific plan."

"Alright, let's call it a day."

......

Foundation's live broadcast room.

Captain England stared blankly at the live-streaming equipment that had been torn to pieces.

When those overwhelming barrages of comments flooded in, he seemed to have returned to his helpless childhood.

He was born in the countryside and from a young age, he longed for the white people on television. He watched those gentlemen sitting in the streets surrounded by Victorian buildings, enjoying afternoon tea, dressed in suits and top hats—they looked so handsome.

He worked hard to learn the British accent and kept improving his grades. Finally, he sold the few acres of land at home and raised enough money to pay for the tuition of a joint high school, imagining that he could integrate into the world of higher civilization.

To accumulate credits, he engaged in intense competition at school, joining the rugby team in addition to his studies, because the winning team in each game would give all members a bonus to their GPA.

Then, in that fateful match...

Johnston, who later became known as "Optimus Prime," elbowed him into the ICU.

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