I Created a Containment Object at the Start, and Became a God

107: FBI! Predator!“Shhh... Shhh... Shhh...”

Heavy, sticky footsteps, like the relentless beat of a death drum, clearly echoed in Tom’s and John’s ears, growing closer and closer.

Every step felt as if it were landing directly on their hearts!

The tall, scaly shadow of the Lizardman had already passed through the gaps in the bushes, engulfing their hiding spot!

Extreme terror finally breached the dam of their sanity!

“Fuck! Fuck! Run! RUN!!!”

John let out a scream that wasn’t human, completely abandoning all thought of hiding. He sprang up from the ground and turned to flee desperately toward the area outside the Swamp.

He had long forgotten to fire the gun in his hand; at this moment, his mind was consumed only by the most primal instinct—escape!

“Oh God! Save US! Mom!”

Tom had also completely broken down, nearly dropping his phone, but he subconsciously gripped this tool of his livelihood tightly.

Scrambling and crawling, he followed John in a frenzied run, tears and snot pouring out uncontrollably as he babbled incoherently.

The two of them, like antelopes targeted by a cheetah, fled wildly across the muddy, dark Swamp ground, stumbling and slipping.

They didn’t even notice the branches whipping their faces and bodies, caring only about getting farther, and farther away from the demon behind them!

And behind them—

The Lizardman saw the two “little things” scrambling out from behind the dirt slope.

It was the same idiot who had been asking questions and disturbing its “meal” earlier. A brutal, fierce light instantly erupted from its pair of cold, vertical pupils!

It let out a low, angry roar, its strong hind legs kicking the ground violently. Its massive body burst forth with astonishing speed completely disproportionate to its size, charging after them like a green bolt of lightning.

It would never allow prey it had already caught, especially these insects that dared to pry into its secrets, to leave alive!

The live stream was still going, but the scene had completely spiraled out of control!

Tom had no time to worry about the camera while running wildly. The phone shook violently in his hand, the screen spinning wildly.

The violent shaking only allowed for occasional, fleeting glimpses in the gaps of the movement: the terrifying, high-speed green silhouette relentlessly pursuing them from behind, and its eyes, which glowed with a bloodthirsty red light in the darkness.

The comments section of the live stream absolutely exploded, panic rushing in like a tsunami of data:

“OMG! OMG! It’s catching up! Run!”

“God bless those two poor guys! Please run faster!”

“Holy Shit! That speed is insane! They’re going to be caught!”

“Call the police! Fucking call 911! Who is in South Carolina?! Dial 911 right now!”

“It’s useless! The police will just die against this kind of monster! We need the military!”

“Is the admin dead?! Why aren’t they cutting the stream?! This is too bloody!”

“I don’t think the government wants to shut down the stream.”

“The world has really changed... Ever since the incident in Japan blew up, governments around the world can no longer hide the truth. Are they trying to make US adapt to this crazy new world early?”

“Adapt my ass! This is the apocalypse trailer!”

Gifts and donations were forgotten; everyone’s hearts were in their throats, collectively experiencing this real-life race against death through the chaotic, shaky footage.

However, as the comments suggested, it wasn’t just ordinary netizens witnessing all this.

United States, Virginia, Quantico, inside a senior office at FBI Headquarters.

A middle-aged man in a suit with a severe expression was staring intently at the massive display screen on the wall, which showed a high-definition feed of Tom and John’s death stream.

He was the Senior Director of the FBI Department of Anomalous Events Investigation, Marcus Wright.

The crystal-clear image of the Lizardman on the screen, the terrifying speed it displayed while chasing humans, and the previous horrifying segment of skinning and marrow-sucking made his expression so grim it looked like water could drip from his face.

“Skepao Swamp again. First, it was those humanoid, unknown species with high-tech weapons... now the Lizardman pops up to cause trouble... these damn bastards.”

He cursed under his breath, then immediately grabbed the encrypted phone on his desk and pressed a speed-dial button.

The call was answered almost instantly.

“This is Wright.”

His voice was cold and hard as iron. “Skepao Swamp live stream incident. Threat assessment level raised to highest priority. Authorize the Special Tactics Team to deploy immediately!”

“Mission objectives: One, ensuring civilian survivors is the highest priority, but if necessary... use all means necessary to eliminate the threat.

Two, recover all biological evidence, ensure absolute control of the scene, and block all unauthorized signals.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the fast-moving green demon on the screen again, and added:

“Tell the team captain that the target creature is extremely dangerous, highly intelligent, and aggressive. Authorize the use of lethal force... if necessary, summary execution is permitted. I want their departure report within half an hour!”

Hanging up the phone, Marcus Wright took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

But Marcus Wright did not feel the slightest sense of relief; instead, he angrily slammed his fist onto the heavy mahogany desk, producing a dull “thud.”

He cursed under his breath, his tone filled with anger and helplessness over the loss of control:

“Damn the Island Nation Government! A bunch of absolute lunatics! Gamblers!”

“They think that by publicly revealing the existence of gods and awakening all that chaotic stuff, they can regain the right to speak, or even lead a new era?

Idiots! They have no idea what fire they’re playing with! With that one kick, they shattered the fragile balance and information blockade that governments worldwide painstakingly maintained for decades, or even longer!”

He stood up and paced restlessly back and forth across the dark-carpeted office.

“Now look! Pandora’s Box has been opened! Supernatural events, UMA sightings, anomalous phenomena, ancient ruins are popping up everywhere in the world.

The number of reports is spiking exponentially! Before, we could fob them off with weather balloons, mass hallucinations, or natural phenomena. But now? Japan itself has certified the existence! The public isn’t stupid! It’s impossible to hide it anymore!”

He recalled the vague yet clear instructions given by his superiors when the technical department urgently requested permission to forcibly cut the damned live stream signal:

“Do not intervene for now. Maintain observation.”

Wright knew exactly what this implied.

The higher-ups realized that continuing to forcibly cover it up would only intensify public distrust and panic. If the truth were to erupt in a more uncontrollable manner, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It was better to go with the flow, using these controllable real-life cases like a vaccine to allow the public to gradually accept this bizarre new reality.

This was a cold and reluctant strategic shift.

“Make the public adapt to this damned, strange world beforehand? Hmph...”

Wright gave a wry smile, shaking his head, his face etched with exhaustion. “I’m afraid it will only backfire and trigger greater chaos and fear.”

He let out a long sigh, sat back down in his chair, and tried to steady his emotions.

As the Director of the Department of Anomalous Events Investigation, he had to face reality and deal with one mess after another.

He opened his computer, entered multiple encryption passwords, and accessed a top-secret database labeled “Project Blue Book - Archive X.” He skillfully entered a series of keywords to filter the results, finally pulling up a folder with an extremely high encryption level.

The folder was labeled: [Unknown High-Tech Humanoid Organism - Skepao Swamp First Contact Incident - File No.: UMA-4001].

He double-clicked to open the folder, which contained numerous on-site analysis reports, soil sample test data, energy residue spectrum charts, and some highly blurred images captured adventurously by satellites and early witnesses.

However, his gaze finally settled on the main photograph on the folder’s front page, the clearest image after technical enhancement.

The photo was taken at night using a telephoto lens. The image was somewhat blurry and grainy, but an unsettling figure could still be clearly discerned:

It was a tall, burly, humanoid creature radiating explosive power.

It wore an indescribable mesh suit, seemingly woven from some kind of biological material and high-tech alloy, and was equipped with various strange weapons and tools.

Most strikingly, it wore a metal mask on its head covered in eerie patterns and connected to dreadlock-like ornaments. The mouth of the mask revealed ferocious fangs resembling insect mandibles.

Its posture was filled with the arrogance and precision of a predator, completely out of place in the surrounding primitive Swamp environment, like an ultimate hunter from another world.

This was precisely the Iron Blood Warrior that Lin Zhi had deployed in the US, which had operated and left traces in the Skepao Swamp area!

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