I'm the Demon King in Marvel

Chapter 155 The Skeleton Comes to Life
"That's right. If we place the base in another dimension, not only will it not be discovered, but we can also transfer personnel and supplies anytime and anywhere."

The more Steve thought about it, the more excited he became, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"According to the data, the dimension of Hell is very large, and entrances and exits can be opened all over the world, which will facilitate the mobility of comrades across the United States. In addition, the God King said that Hell is now ownerless, and it is divided into lords of all sizes. We can find a way to defeat a small lord."

"As for the harsh environment, it can be transformed by magic..."

Steve didn't think he wanted to take the path of "surrounding the city with towns". The base he envisioned was just a temporary stronghold or military camp for storing supplies and personnel.

At present, Steve still has the mindset of a soldier, and has at most improved to the level of a military commander, but is not ready to be a leader.

The action he envisioned was like that when he led the Howling Commandos during World War II, he would lead his comrades in carrying out decapitation missions, gradually eliminating the "evil enemies", and then inspire the entire American people to stand up together and build a better America.

This is the naivety of the "reformists".

Seeing Steve indulge in self-satisfaction, Johnny was speechless.

So he added lightly: "The old man who signed the contract with me called himself 'Mephisto'."

"Oh, Murphy..." The happy Steve suddenly froze, turned his head and stared at Johnny: "Murphy what?"

"Mephisto, I've looked up some information over the years, and he should be a powerful lord of hell." Johnny glanced at Steve.

Steve got more comprehensive information from Odin, so his expression became serious: "Johnny, if you want to cancel the contract with Mephisto, it may not be enough for the two of us alone. We need to find a helper."

Just as they were discussing how to deal with Mephisto, the Texas Rangers received a report that several bodies burned to skeletons were found in a roadside bar outside Austin.

After receiving the report, the Austin-based Texas Rangers immediately dispatched personnel to the scene of the crime.

"Morris, have you heard?" Andrew, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was talking about a rumor he had just heard in the office: "A flaming skeleton appeared in Houston and was even on the state radio news."

Andrew has an active personality and is always asking about all kinds of gossip in the office. Morris, who is driving, is relatively silent. He doesn't talk much while working and is willing to talk only when he meets someone he knows.

"I read the news. There have been Dongfang Bubai who knows kung fu and wizards who can do magic. It's not surprising to see a skeleton that can emit fire now."

Morris shook his head and said with emotion: "The world is becoming more and more strange."

Although they are "mounted police", times have changed and their main means of transportation has been replaced by off-road vehicles.

It took the two an hour to reach the bar where the crime occurred, located on the Wilderness Highway, from their headquarters in Austin.

The person who called the police had already left, and the only person at the scene was an employee from a nearby gas station, who was curiously looking at the bar filled with corpses.

The American West is vast and sparsely populated. Apart from small towns, the only facilities such as motels and bars are next to the gas stations that are inevitably along the highway.

After parking the car, Morris and Andrew got out of the car, and Andrew shouted to the gas station employee at the door: "Hey, did you call the police?"

The gas station employee turned around and saw the police, and quickly shook his head: "No, about an hour ago, a traveler wanted to rest in the bar after filling up his gas tank. A few minutes later, he ran out, shouting that there was a body."

"He called the police, but I didn't. I didn't want to waste time going to the police station to make a statement."

After saying that, he walked back to the gas station which was more than 200 meters away.

The two policemen knew what kind of morals Americans have, so they didn't force them and walked into the bar. This was a very common roadside bar, with a bar counter, a kitchen behind the bar counter, and upstairs was probably the owner's or employees' dormitory. There were two rows of six tables in the hall.

But what is unusual is that there are charred skeletons sitting on the chairs.

These skeletons had lost all their flesh, but their clothes and shoes only had black marks and were not burned.

They retain the same postures as they did in life, sitting steadily on chairs, some leaning against the backs of the chairs, some with their hands on the table, and there is even one skeleton holding an undamaged glass filled with wine.

Morris's expression turned serious and his brows furrowed.

Andrew, who was always lively, stopped making a fuss. He swallowed his saliva and said in a hoarse voice, "Hey, man, if they were really living people, I don't think this matter should be handled by us."

"You're right." Morris turned around immediately, ran back to the police car, picked up the walkie-talkie and contacted the RCMP headquarters.

"Captain, the skeleton at the crime scene..."

"Ah!" A miserable scream came from the bar.

Morris looked up suddenly and shouted towards the bar: "Andrew, what happened? Are you okay?"

The next moment, Morris saw a scene that horrified him.

The shutter door of the bar was pushed open, but what came out were not people, but charred skeletons!
"Fuck you!" Morris yelled, immediately pulled out his gun and shot at the charred skeleton.

The intercom transmitted the reaction here back to the RCMP headquarters. The squad leader at the headquarters heard the curses and gunshots and asked quickly: "Morris, what happened?"

"Skeletons! Skeletons are alive!"

The team leader at the headquarters only heard this sentence, and as he approached, he heard a series of dense gunshots and the final screams.

“Morris! Morris!” The captain shouted several times, but got no response. He could only angrily yell, “Fuck!”

He didn't dare hang up the phone, but immediately ran to his superior's office and pushed the door open in panic.

"Boss, something happened!"

The Texas Rangers are a special department in Texas. During the former Republic of Texas, it was a paramilitary agency led by the Texas government. Even after Texas was incorporated into the United States, the Rangers were retained and became a law enforcement agency parallel to the state police.

As the times evolve, the Texas Rangers are responsible for tracking down fugitives in addition to investigating cases ranging from murder to political corruption.

In addition, it also serves as a riot police unit, responsible for protecting the Texas state government.

It is equivalent to having the authority to investigate ordinary criminal cases and cases of corruption by government officials, and is also responsible for maintaining local order and has the function of protecting local governments.

It can be seen from this that the Texas rednecks have not forgotten the glory of the "Lone Star Republic". Even the state flag and state emblem are the flag and emblem of the Texas Republic era.

When the Texas Rangers headquarters received the news, more than a dozen charred skeletons had appeared on the wilderness highway and were marching towards Austin. Among them were two skeletons wearing police uniforms and one skeleton wearing gas station work clothes.

Their speed was not fast, but their steps were firm.

(End of this chapter)