by W. R. Benton
New World Order
666 - Mark of the Beast
Volume 1
by
W. R. Benton
ISBN 978-1-944476-34-2
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Dedication
This book is dedicated to my “war buddies:” “Rap” Brown, “Stoney” Burke, Stephen Carrier, and to the memory of Master Sergeant Thomas Lujan, a special and good man. I salute you, gentlemen, as well as others who served
with me in Thailand during the end of the Vietnam war.
To my four children, Lisa Benton Willis, James Hollis, David L. Benton, and Amie Benton.
A Word from the Author
The New World Order 666 - The Mark of the Beast, Volume 1, is what happens when the rich and elite of the world manipulate the United Nations, along with other nations, using the New World Order. They attempt to place the whole world under the control of one leader, with a totalitarian world government. They hope to have one world bank, only one currency, one government, and they promise comfortable lives for all citizens of the world. Countries are invaded by UN troops and martial law is declared, a few weapons are gathered, food is suddenly strictly rationed, no cars, no gas, no utilities, for anyone who is not wealthy. Protection is to be provide by the UN troops and all is going well as one nation after another falls. This is all part of the Illuminati agenda and things are moving smoothly. That is, until the UN troops step on American soil.
In America the "New World Order" is resisted. The President of the United States, bought and placed in position by the NWO, declares martial law and orders all Americans to surrender their guns and have micro chips implanted, or die. Without the chip implant, food cannot be bought, medical services are denied, jobs cannot be kept, and your whole history, personal, professional, and health, is saved on the chip. No chip, no food. This micro-chip is advertised as the ultimate safety device and provides a way to find lost or stolen children and the elderly who wander off or drive away, all because it will have a GPS tracking capability. It will also send medical information on all individuals to a centralized computer system, which will dispatch 911 ambulances to the individual in the event of a medical emergency. However, it also has a sinister and dark side as well; it records your very thoughts and the computer system can give the implanted person suggestions, which the human brain will process as original thoughts.
Conservative Americans have decided to die rather than give up their freedoms and most see the chip as the Mark of the Beast from the Bible, but who is the anti-Christ? A full blown civil war balances with the conservatives battling the liberals, who are assisted by funding from the NWO, along with personnel and equipment by the UN. Soon, the Union dissolves. Conservative states join together to form the CSA, the Conservative States of America. The primary reasons for the split and soon to be fought civil war is over the failure of the United States to follow the Constitution and chip implanting. The CSA feels the Constitution cannot be ignored and mandating the chips is a violation of basic human rights and a violation of individual privacy.
Then, the United States violates Constitutional law by stating the Second Amendment is now void and will no longer be honored. The President of the U.S. is not concerned, because his funds are supplied by the NWO, and his troops by the UN. Additionally, some high ranking military members on all sides are on the NWO payroll.
Today, some of us do not believe in the New World Order, but some of our Presidents do. In a speech delivered on September 11, 1990 during a joint session of the Congress, President George Bush explained his objectives for post Cold War global government, in cooperation with Soviets, and he stated:
“Until now, the world we've known has been a world divided—a world of barbed wire and concrete block, conflict and cold war. Now, we can see a new world coming into view. A world in which there is the very real prospect of a new world order. In the words of Winston Churchill, a 'world order' in which 'the principles of justice and fair play ... protect the weak against the strong ...' A world where the United Nations, freed from cold war stalemate, is poised to fulfill the historic vision of its founders. A world in which freedom and respect for human rights find a home among all nations.”
While considered a silly conspiracy theory by many Americans, the term New World Order suggests strongly of the emergence of a powerful totalitarian world government controlled and manipulated by the rich and powerful, with enforcement by the UN. This conspiracy is often considered a warped view held by a few of the far right, who are paranoid, or by the “Bible thumpers” as the basis for the end of times prediction in the Bible. Of the two, I'm more inclined to believe the Christians. Besides, as the old adage says, “Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they're not out to get you.”
Sound far fetched? Not really. Just go to any major search engine and type in New World Order and it will pop up thousands of pages and sites. The New World Order Conspiracy is alive and well, but is it fact? Read about it and draw your own conclusion.
Additionally, what I've written here could very well happen. They'd start with a few well planned murders and they'd surely be rich enough to afford only the best in agents. Then some catastrophic event in the states, like a dirty bomb close to the White House. If the NWO has bought the President with billions of dollars, he simply declares martial law.
The towns and caves mentioned in this story are real, including Rolla, Newburg, Licking, and Devil's Elbow, Missouri. I have spent many days running around on the banks of the Little and Big Piney Rivers. The cave where my group initially runs to, is in fact Gourd Creek Cave and I've camped there many nights. Even the store owned by Homer Poor is real, but I've given the owner a fake name, because I have no idea who owns the place now.
So, relax, find a comfortable chair, and get your favorite drink. It's time to read W. R. Benton's, “New World Order - 666: Mark of the Beast, Volume 1.” Enjoy.
W. R. Benton
1 June 2016
Jackson, Mississippi
Contents
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sp; A Word From the Author
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
About the Author
A sample chapter from "New World Order: Vol. II"
“That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain.”
— William Shakespeare, Hamlet
9 And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive [his] mark in his forehead, or in his hand,
10 The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb:
11 And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name.
12 Here is the patience of the saints: here [are] they that keep the commandments of God, and the faith of Jesus.
— King James Version
From the book of Revelation chapter 14:9 through chapter 14:12
CHAPTER 1
Agent X1 was a quiet man who rarely spoke to anyone not related to his work, and even his wife had no idea what he did for a living, thinking he worked in the stock market. He worked for an individual with a high management position in the stock market, but his payments originated in Switzerland, not that X1 cared. Agent X1 knew his Boss simply as Mr. Smith. Payment for his work was always done electronically, with funds that were manipulated by Certified Professional Accountants working for the U.S. Federal Government, and usually only after the money had been moved numerous times by a number of wealthy individuals. The accountants keep the money flowing in his account as government fund transfers, with all sent using legitimate payment centers. Some of his payments came from the American Government or other governments around the world.
X1 paid no income tax, his real identity was gone, completely deleted from all computers, and there were no paper trails associated with him. He had a number of unregistered weapons, three of which he carried at this moment. He had access to any drugs, even deadly ones, he needed and could change roles in a heartbeat to complete his mission. In his office at 'work' he had over 30 passports of different nationalities and valid driver’s licenses to back them up, along with the identities of 30 different men in the world's computer system. This computer system was linked into the international do not fly listing, FBI, CIA, and the United Kingdom's MI5 and MI6 branches. Each of his “characters” was listed as no security threat, with a small image of an eye within a triangle on the lower right of each file, indicating his working for the NWO.
Agent X1 was an enforcer for a secret organization, slowly bringing about the New World Order, and he did what was asked him, without question. He was often called to break bones, maim, or in some cases, kill. Murders done by him came in three forms; 1) The victim would simply disappear, 2) a neat and clean assassination, 3) a bloody and gory killing that could be blamed on someone else or create panic. It didn't matter much to him what he was hired to do, because X1 was a professional hit man and had been taught by the very best—the United States Government.
After a stint with the Green Berets, he was offered a job with the FBI, which he took, and learned a great deal about the art of ending people's lives. But when he transferred to the CIA, he discovered countless ways to kill and hurt folks, but only in the service of the New World Order (NWO). It was while with the CIA he became what he was today, a deadly enforcer. What most Americans did not realize was the CIA, the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and all political leaders, were neck deep in bringing the New World Order into being. Even the President of the United States was placed in the oval office by the NWO, not the American people. Each member of the senate or congress was placed there by rigged voting and the vote of the individual American, at all levels of politics, was useless and never counted. Normal crime, terrorist activities, and such didn't concern X1, because his mission was only with the NWO. If caught or arrested, he'd be released within an hour, no matter the crime. His skills were seen as essential to the American Government and the key players of the NWO establishment, who were not located in the United States, but in Europe. X1 was a tool, a very useful tool.
He was currently in the elevator of a high priced penthouse in Houston, Texas, with an assignment. His target, James Mims, was the owner of Mims Aircraft Manufacturing Firm and he was to be terminated because he knew too much and suddenly wanted out of the NWO. X1 was an average size man, wore black plastic framed glasses which he didn't need, and a blonde wig. He had no scars, no fancy rings, absolutely nothing that folks would remember about him. He was dressed in a dark gray suit and carried three pistols with him at all times. He had a silencer screwed into the barrel of his .38 and if all went well, he'd kill the man quietly. It was 0300 and most everyone was asleep in the city.
Walking to the door to the penthouse, he used his lock pick tools and was in the apartment in seconds. He was wearing thin, black leather driving gloves as he closed the door behind him. This place is beautiful, with images and paintings from around the world, and some of the art must be worth a fortune, he thought.
He moved to the security system, input the code he had and now the alarm system was disarmed. He walked by a fully stocked bar in the huge living room, and dirty whiskey glasses littered the coffee and end tables.
He pulled the.38 and moved to the bedroom. Just as he expected, his hit was laying on top of an oval bed nude with two beautiful women, who were nude as well. One woman lay on each side of him.
Sure is a waste of good woman flesh, but I can't leave a witness, he thought.
He raised his pistol, shot the blonde in the middle of her beautiful face and the back of her skull exploded. The redhead stirred, rolled onto her back, and he shot her in the chest, her death instantaneous. He couldn't help but admire her large breasts with hard nipples. His primary target was still sleeping, so moving close to the man, he shot him in the left eye and not a sound was heard as his body quivered as it shut down. He moved to the man's wallet on the night stand and took all of his money, removed his expensive jewelry from a jewelry box, and took his credit cards, which he'd never use. He'd shred them once back in his office. On the way out, he picked up a Rolex watch from the dresser and left, but only after programming the security system again. Now the death would be reported as a robbery and after a while, the media would grow bored and stop reporting, or they'd be ordered to stop by the NWO, who owned the media too.
James Walker sat at his kitchen table reading the newspaper and shook his head. A minute later, he said, “Honey, there is something unusual about the killin' of that rich Mims guy in the paper here.”
“Mims? He owns a company that builds planes, right?”
“Yep, same guy, but according to the newspaper he and two housekeepers were killed last night and his place robbed. I don't see that happening, not with the security he must have had in place. Didn't he have guards? His place, according to the paper, was a million dollar penthouse on the top floor of the Mims Building.”
“And just last week a CEO for some big government supplier was found drowned off the coast of Mississippi and there are still no leads. As for Mims, I doubt those women were housekeepers, if you look at their photos.” she said as she topped off his coffee cup.
“That drowning was strange, too. The man didn't like water, couldn't swim,
and didn't own a boat, and yet his body was found floating almost twelve miles off shore.” James said, and then shook his head again.
He was in his early 60s, with a potbelly, still had his rugged outdoor looks, most of his auburn hair, and a salt and pepper beard. He'd retired from the military over 20 years ago and while over the hill physically, he'd never admit it. He had high blood pressure and his doctor was always telling him to lose weight. He'd been an investor while in the military and bought shares of some new computer companies and now was a fairly wealthy man, but you'd never know it. He was dressed his usual, with jeans, ball cap, dress shirt and cowboy boots.
“Well, it doesn't impact me or my little world. I know no billionaires and most of my friends live from payday to payday, trying to make ends meet. We're lucky you invested when you did and selected the right companies.” Donna said.
Donna was two years younger than James, had always kept her body slim and trim, so as a result, she still turned heads when out in public. Her blonde hair now comes from a bottle but at one time it was natural. White hair waited until she was in her late fifties before it struck hard. She was popular, had a few close friends, but neither of them socialized on a large scale. She worked for the police department as a dispatcher and before that had worked a 911 switchboard. She didn't need to work, but did it to pass her time.
She stood, bent and gave James a deep teasing kiss and said, “There will be more like that when I get off work. I think tonight would be a good time to have a candlelight supper.”
“For sure, baby, if you want. Yes, let's do it. Call me if you have to work late. I'll thaw a couple of steaks and have it all ready when you get home.”
