Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 971 Paradise Town

I thought it was outrageous enough that the Horde would give me an ID card for money, but the Alliance went even further, starting to sell guns before I even got off the ship.

"Pistols, revolvers, shotguns, and AKs are on sale with two full magazines as a bonus, so make way."

Looking at the smuggling crew pushing a cart full of weapons, Yan Xu was speechless. They were already free before even reaching the shore.

However, the smuggling crew members had very compelling reasons for selling their wares, which tempted many people.

The reason is actually quite simple: although buying a gun costs money, at least you'll have a gun even if you lose the money.

If you don't buy a gun, the money may not be yours even though you haven't spent it.

The math is actually quite simple. Apart from those who were brainwashed by the alliance's propaganda about freedom and beauty, many people bought one for self-defense.

While some people were buying guns, they were also eyeing who hadn't bought any. Their gazes were more frightening than the gun barrels themselves. Yet, some fools remained obstinate, believing that once they disembarked, they would arrive in a free country, where the police would help them like angels and let them enjoy a paradise-like life.

Unfortunately, this paradise might be called Paradise Town.

Yan Xu and the others leaned against the cabin wall. The huntress unconsciously rubbed the quiver at her waist with her fingertips. Red Spider crossed her arms over her chest, and the cold light from her metal joints made it clear that she was no ordinary person, so naturally no one dared to provoke her.

After disembarking, Yan Xu and his companions thought they had come to the wrong place, because there was an even taller Superman statue next to the Statue of Liberty.

The bronze cape stood motionless in the wind, and the giant statue with the iconic smile of the Alliance Superman looked down at the city with its empty eyes, giving people a cold and oppressive feeling.

Moreover, something was wrong with New York. The city was filled with an atmosphere that made people feel crazy and oppressed, making Yan Xu feel as if he had returned to Gotham.

Regardless, at least this is a civilized country. The group was planning to find a place to rest for a day, and then...
With a loud crash, the overturned car tumbled in mid-air as the surrounding crowd expertly covered their heads and ran for their lives. The black people, in particular, took advantage of their race, not only running fast but also smashing the windows of nearby shops and making a few free purchases, making sure they didn't leave empty-handed.

Yan Xu's gaze was fixed on the center of the chaos, where a drug addict who had been walking unsteadily with needle marks still visible on his arm was now bulging with muscles all over his body, and the veins under his skin were writhing like earthworms, even more exaggerated than the bodybuilding bigwigs from Kowloon Technology's body-training program.

He roared wildly, his destructive urges driving him to slam his fist into a fire hydrant. A jet of water shot into the sky, but it couldn't extinguish the evil fire in his heart.

However, this power came quickly and went even faster. In less than half a minute, he deflated like a punctured balloon, collapsing to the ground without a sound. The empty syringe rolling around him still contained traces of liquid containing evil energy.

Just then, several police cars slowly drove up, their lights flashing but their sirens blaring, as if they were afraid of being heard.

After getting out of the car, the police officers skillfully set up a cordon and began collecting the body, their movements as natural as if they were cleaning up trash.

"What on earth happened to the Alliance while we were gone?!" The huntress clenched her fists, her voice filled with disbelief.

The league used to be terrible, but at least it looked decent on the surface. Now, it's just too lazy to even pretend anymore.

Aside from the car owner who was pounding his chest in frustration, there wasn't a single person around taking pictures. This seemingly normal reaction is what's most chilling; it's clearly not normal.

"Looks like we came back at the wrong time." Red Spider suddenly felt that his previous retirement life wasn't so bad after all. Teasing lions on the savanna was quite nice, at least it wasn't as exciting. So he said with a bit of helplessness.

Actually, this isn't a secret; a little intelligence gathering would reveal it. The current disastrous situation is caused by the proliferation of a fel-based potion.

It's so widespread that, although it's not legal yet, it's somewhere between a powder and a leaf, and anyone with a little connections can buy a tube.

However, this stuff has too many side effects; using too much can cause a berserk state and can easily lead to sudden death.

Therefore, it needs to be diluted and mixed with something else to become a green mood that brings joy, allowing you to enter a fantasy world, as if you have transformed into the Hulk and wreaked havoc endlessly, which is incredibly exhilarating.

However, prolonged use can lead to the accumulation of certain substances in the body. Once this exceeds the safety threshold, the situation described above will occur.

In theory, as long as the dosage is controlled, the risk can be reduced.

The problem is, this is a country where people take painkillers like vitamins and smoke leaves as a form of entertainment.

Asking the people of the alliance to control the dosage is simply the biggest joke.

"How did it spread to this extent? Where did it come from? Did those goblins capture an entire demon army and drain their blood?" The huntress knew what the fel potion was made of, so she said with a headache.

"Take a look at this data, along with the news and videos." As expected of someone who works in intelligence, Mr. Broad Bean quickly grasped the key point, and after some analysis, the situation became quite clear.

"It was Superman's doing," Starscream said with certainty after reading the report. When the virus first started spreading, it was Superman who fought it off and defeated many villains who used fel potions to enhance their superpowers. He gained immense prestige and even became the mayor of New York City.

Whoever profits the most is the murderer, so there's no doubt that the mastermind is Superman from the League.

Unfortunately, the citizens who voted blindly and without thinking were disappointed. Just like those damned politicians, all the promises made by the League Superman vanished with the election victory. They either avoided talking about it or just kept shouting slogans. So the final result was that the people adapted to living in the same city as those drug addicts who were like ticking time bombs that could explode at any moment.

What else can we do but leave this city?

The problem is that this thing is spreading throughout the entire alliance. Given the number of addicts in the alliance, plus the curious and foolish youths, it's only a matter of time before it spreads throughout the entire alliance.

“Look, doesn’t this look like a door?” Yan Xu, who had been standing by the window gazing at the Statue of Liberty and the Superman statue, suddenly spoke up.

"Hmm?" Red Spider and Mr. Bean knew Yan Xu wouldn't speak carelessly, so what did this mean?
Every year, some alien races accidentally arrive on Earth through spatial rifts. Because their numbers are small and they cannot exist independently, they gradually integrate into human society.

But what if a door suddenly opened between Earth and another world, completely connecting the two worlds?

Just thinking about the goblin rampage and the undead calamity in Tokyo sends chills down everyone's spine.

If they were the Justice League, if they were the Avengers, they would definitely take on the responsibility of resolving future crises and then risk their lives.

Unfortunately, they weren't. No one suggested going there to see if they could save the world, because what Superman loved to do most was stand on top of his own giant statue and look down at all of New York.

Who can guarantee that Superman has forgotten about them? So the safest thing to do is to leave the city as soon as possible. As for the world crisis, let the heroes who save the world handle it.

(End of this chapter)