I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 361 - 359 Assassination of the Governor

Chapter 361: Chapter 359 Assassination of the Governor

Several days later.

Spencer, as usual, arrived at his office at United Pharmaceuticals.

Only to find Johnny sitting in his chair, casually savoring his cherished wine.

Although anger surged from within, Spencer also understood that he couldn’t lay a finger on him now, no one could.

That day, he had given Johnny the formula for a type-one antidote, and Johnny had then shared this formula with the world, though for two very different purposes, indeed they had done the same thing.

"You’ve turned Heisai State into a complete mess," Spencer said.

"A mess? No, this is exactly what they wanted," Johnny replied.

He swiveled his chair to face Spencer, holding the wine bottle in his left hand and dangling a cigar from his mouth.

"We both know what would happen once the formula for the neutralizer leaked out; they’ve been wanting to do this for a while, only no one dared to be the fall guy. After all, it’s a dead end," Johnny added.

He got up, took a swig of wine, then walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window.

"They’re happy now, aren’t they? The United Army has a good excuse to enter Heisai State, to fight a tough battle. This will bring in billions of orders for several arms dealers in West Soil and the Sethiyan Federation, not to mention the profits of PMC companies and the underground arms dealers," Johnny said.

"To be someone else’s scapegoat, is that what you want?" Spencer said.

"No, no, no, I told you, this is to make Wei the one he must become," Johnny replied.

He turned back, placed the wine bottle on the table, took out his lighter, and lit the cigar.

"But it seems to have backfired," Spencer said.

"That’s the limitation of humans. But I’ve long anticipated these setbacks; they’re inevitable. He did the right thing, but to become a god, you can’t just do the right things," Johnny said.

Spencer chuckled and said, "You’re a terrorist. What will you do after you’ve put him on a pedestal? What do you think he’ll do to you?"

"That’s the biggest difference between you and me, Spencer. You’re highly educated, with a high IQ and cutting-edge knowledge in a certain field. You’ve founded one of the largest companies in the world, and the money you’ve made could even buy the whole of Georgetown."

"But your spiritual pursuit is no different from a kid clamoring for candy. What you’re seeking, and what I’m pursuing, although they seem the same, are fundamentally different."

"Don’t think I don’t know your motive for giving me the formula. You too want Wei Tianyang to become what you think he should be. You hope he becomes a force to counterbalance the political circle, but you’ve never considered one thing—he’s not human, Spencer. He’s no longer human."

"He won’t, and can no longer, fit into the ’human’ organizational structure. He won’t be confined within the concepts created by ’humans’. You want him to play a role within the ’human’ concept, you yearn for him to reshape human society, which is simply ridiculous."

"The biggest difference between you and me is that I’ve transcended the category of ’human’. I may be of flesh and blood, but my pursuit and beliefs are above that. What I want is for him to end the age of ’humans’. I want him to burn this world to ashes... I don’t care if the flames consume me as well..."

"With my worn body, to ignite the fires, to kindle the rage in his heart, that is my pursuit."

"But the problem lies in... the only problem is that... he is too strong, and he’s become stronger too quickly. There’s no one in this world who can guide him; he has no adversary."

"Without setbacks, even gods can become lost. Therefore, there must be someone to give him a push."

Johnny spoke fervently, a steady stream of words flowing.

"You’re a madman, Johnny, it’s not him who wants to destroy the world, it’s you," Spencer said.

"No, he and I are alike. We both have endured... cruel childhoods, but the only difference is that he resents this world and also just so happens to have the power to destroy it, but he himself doesn’t know," Johnny said with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" Spencer asked.

"I’m here to add some intensity to this world. The spread of the antidote is a fact; the unfinished products are running across the land of Heisai State... but it’s not enough," Johnny said, walking to the left side of the office’s display wall.

The wall’s relief sculpture was a scaled-down replica of United Pharmaceuticals’ Heavenly Falling Objects, twenty-seven in total, covering the entire wall.

Spencer understood that Johnny wanted United Pharmaceuticals to provide military-grade Black Medicine.

"Don’t even think about it, Johnny," Spencer snapped.

"You’re just one piece of the puzzle, in fact, my allies have already shared some. Soon, we’ll see adversaries worthy of the Superpower Special Department on the battlefield," Johnny said with a smile.

"If you want to burn yourself to death, don’t drag me with you," Spencer said.

"You’re already on board; the neutralizer didn’t just appear out of thin air," Johnny said with a smile.

Spencer didn’t reply; he had long known he would come to this inevitable end, the day he handed the antidote formula over to Johnny.

But the world indeed needed a balance, those old men with connections everywhere had controlled the world for too long, Wei Tianyang was this world’s opportunity, a step that, even if doomed, he had to take.

Meanwhile, far away in West Soil, in the Prussia Will Democratic Republic, Leona had just hung up a phone call.

Four heavy trucks discreetly set out into the night, headed toward the northern regions of Earth Sea.

Four superpower Black Medicine doses, derived from the Heavenly Falling Objects, enough to equip hundreds of people, were being transported to that blistering area.

In that vast mountain range, countless guerrilla squads fought year-round, PMC lurked there frequently, and low-intensity conflict continued for decades, hatred intertwining with hatred, drawing young men from the Stans into a blood war that spanned generations.

After tonight, there would be hundreds of triangular forms appearing on that low-intensity battlefield.

Zhao Ling would be very displeased; the northwest of Yin Country would face tremendous pressure, and the situation would become unstable, but Leona didn’t care.

The White House.

Steijie’s office lights were still on; he and his ministers were still discussing the Federation’s festivities, meticulously revising the speech for the day.

Meanwhile, in an old room in Georgetown, twelve nondescript men sat, closely examining the parade route, the blueprint of the Golden Avenue.

Beside their feet, in briefcases, were the parade honor guard uniforms—twelve assassins, positioned in twelve different locations, each ready to strike given the chance, ensuring a fail-safe plan.

Steijie had just finished discussing the speech draft with the press officer when suddenly, he remembered something Helena Mina had said to him over the phone:

"Politicians who are too naive don’t tend to live long."