Let me remind everyone: according to the hard-won intel we’ve managed to scrape together, the Black Death Emperor possesses a kind of large-scale destructive power that defies scientific explanation. During the Shanghai Massacre, he unleashed this ability, and the devastation it caused to living things was off the charts. Dropping a Tsar Bomba smack in downtown Shanghai wouldn’t rack up casualties that fast. When it comes to mass extinction, no known weapon on earth can hold a candle to him.
My team’s given this ability a temporary name: the Annihilation Zone.
More importantly, this power comes with a terrifying sealing effect. Once you’re in, you can’t get out; once you’re out, you can’t get in. No rescue, no escape. Even if we wanted to break in by force, it’s basically impossible. This seal is scary as hell. And it’s not just regular folks—even Chosen Ones aren’t immune.
Just for reference, several members of the Top Thirty of the Heavenly List were in Shanghai at the time. But even those top-tier Chosen Ones, sitting at the very peak of supernatural power, couldn’t get out until the Black Death Emperor lifted the Annihilation Zone. Basically, once you’re trapped inside, unless the Black Death Emperor randomly calls off the slaughter like he did in Shanghai, nobody’s getting out alive.
This guy is a walking natural disaster—the ultimate threat. He’s a direct menace to the national security of the United States, and to every American’s life. We have to stop him before he ever sets foot on our soil. If he pulls this stunt in Washington D.C., I can’t imagine any reason he’d just call it quits halfway through. So, my proposal: we declare war on the Black Death Emperor right now.
Fast, ruthless, one strike to kill.
As the white-haired elder finished speaking, the whole room sank into deep thought. Unlike that Zade family guy from earlier, this old man’s presence was on a whole other level.
A senator piped up, "Can anyone figure out why that guy is so dead set on crossing the ocean to the United States?"
"Sorry, no way to figure it out," the old man shook his head. "After the Midway Island operation, our military’s been holding back and trying to communicate in good faith. We brought in top linguists, tried every language, symbol, gesture, light show—you name it, we tried it. But he clearly doesn’t want to talk. No response, nothing."
"I see it differently," another senator called out. "I had a team study the Black Death Emperor’s behavior and mental state up close. All the psych experts agree: his mental state is bizarre, with no obvious personal consciousness. He’s like a walking vegetable—there’s no way he’s got any subjective hostility toward America."