Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 68 Wen Lie's Arrangement

In developed countries in the 21st century, water is not a scarce resource. Zheng Zha can choose to destroy the fire truck, and Wen Lie can also choose to change the battlefield.

So Zheng Zha did not plan to retreat or attack the fire truck, and let the fire truck disappear from his sight.

It's just water. The high temperature of the red flame is enough to evaporate the water.

His hard power is the strongest in the Zhongzhou team. Even if Wen Lie has the advantage of terrain, he cannot defeat him.

Zheng Zha is confident.

As a strong man, he must have this confidence.

As the captain of the Zhongzhou team, if you can't defeat your teammates when they have the advantage of terrain, what qualifications do you have to be the captain?

Zheng Zha's eyes became firm.

The anticlimactic competition in the main god space flashed through his mind.

That time, Wen Lie only used Ripple Qigong and he also only used the blood clan energy, and it ended in a draw.

Today, perhaps we can put a perfect end to that day's battle.

A gang fight is breaking out on the north side of the Bronx.

"Damn white pig!"

"Fuck! Kill these niggers!"

Gang members from both black and white gangs hid on both sides of the street, firing at the enemies on the opposite side with submachine guns.

The whole street was filled with the sound of shattering window glass and screams and curses. People fell down and died every minute. More than 200 gang members used the buildings on both sides of the street as their base and frantically attacked the rival gang.

On a nearby street a few hundred meters away, 10 fire trucks were parked on the side of the road. Hearing the gunshots in the distance, the firefighters looked at each other with strange expressions.

They received inexplicable tasks and encountered inexplicable things.

Could it be that those scum have prepared a lot of incendiary bombs, so they asked them to stay here on standby?

At the nearest church, the pastor who had gone to the city hall with Wen Lie was standing at the door. Hearing the faint but continuous gunshots, his face was heavy but also showed a hint of anticipation.

The nun next to him said, "The devil is causing death again."

The pastor nodded in agreement.

"Just as the bishop predicted, this morning the devil caused a fight between two gangs in the North Bronx."

Recalling the first time he met the demon-hunting bishop from the monastic order "The Buried Organ", the priest couldn't help but sigh.

"I've performed exorcisms dozens of times, and now I've finally seen what a priest who truly possesses the power of exorcism looks like."

Three days ago, a well-dressed man walked into the church where he presided.

The man claimed to be God's agent and came to New York to hunt down the devil. His colleagues - the name Christian pastors call each other - died in the process of chasing the devil, but also seriously injured the devil.

In order to heal his wounds, the devil will go on a killing spree in New York and harvest a large number of souls. He also needs someone to replace his colleague who has ascended to heaven to assist him in hunting demons.

The man said this, but the pastor didn't believe it at all.

What kind of serious priest would dress like that? Even the Pope doesn't wear something that expensive.

However, the man performed miracles such as making dead trees bloom, stopping water flow, and healing the sick. How could the pastor still have any doubts?
Over the next two days, the pastor introduced the man to other churches and City Hall in New York.

That is why priests, pastors, and nuns from all over New York gather in this church.

City Hall, the mayor and council members had already received news of the gang fight in the Bronx, and had also received notification from Wen Lie.

"Do not care."

"Do not care?"

The officials were stunned and confused. Although the more of that shit gone, the better, but couldn't they at least pretend to do it?

This is how it usually happens. The police will drive to a nearby location and wait, and then deal with it after the fight is over.

"Demons always cause chaos and death. If they're not there, they're somewhere else."

Wen Lie's answer was very consistent with the officials' understanding that it was better for some people to die in the Bronx than in Manhattan.

However, no one knew that the gunfight in the Bronx was also directed by Wen Lie.

The government, religion, underworld, including the thugs subdued by Zheng Zha, are all pawns under Wen Lie's control.

At around 11:40, the car Zheng Zha was riding in arrived at the northern entrance of the Bronx. Noticing that the gang fight was not over yet, the driver parked the car outside the Bronx.

The driver looked at the street a few hundred meters away and couldn't help but back off.

"Brother, do you want to retreat today?"

Zheng Zha rolled down the car window and could smell the smoke from guns and bullets, as well as the strong smell of blood.

Zheng Zha took a deep breath, opened the car door, walked out, and said calmly, "You can leave now."

The smell of blood made the cells in the body of the vampire count somewhat active.

The driver glanced toward the Bronx and saw a gang member get shot in the head through a window and fall from the second floor.

This kind of world is not something a small fry like him can touch.

The driver, feeling even more withdrawn, stammered, "Brother, then I'll wait for you at the intersection over there?"

There was no response, and Zheng Zha had already walked towards the Bronx.

The gangs on the surface were exchanging fire, while the gangs underground were holding a ceremony.

Below the firefight area, in the dark and damp sewer, sewage dripped onto the altar.

A crude altar made of rock and wood, with numerous blasphemous patterns painted in blood.

"Kunda Estrida...Amantos...Ilqui...Gate...Noss...Phratus...Kunda...Amantos Kunda..."

The leader of the black gang held the Book of the Dead and recited the spell in a rap style.

As the spell sounded, the pattern on the altar began to flicker with a dim light.

"Devil, I summon you. Boss Jimmy from the black gang summons you. I dedicate my soul to you. I dedicate my life to you. My men, the white people killed by my men, I dedicate them all to you. Respond to my call!"

The black man raised the Book of the Dead and shouted wildly.

An evil aura emanated from the Book of the Dead and spread across the streets. Blood flowed from the bodies like arrows, pointing to the location of the altar.

A chilling wind blew through the street, and a black man rubbed the goose bumps on his arms.

At this moment, a bullet from the opposite side shot into his throat.

As the pain became intense, the black man vaguely saw a disfigured figure floating before his eyes. Wasn't that the Miller brother whose face was smashed by the white man just a few seconds ago?

Dozens of confused souls gathered at the altar. The strong evil aura formed a circular gate, and a tall demon emerged from it.

A massive demon stood upon the altar, its eyes emitting a malicious yellow light, its wings and skin covered in scales. Tufts of black hair clung to its shoulders, its inky black north and pale belly forming a strange contrast.

This is a newly born soul-stealer that desperately needs food to grow. It looks at the black gang leader in front of the altar with hatred.

The black gang leader smiled and wanted to order the devil as soon as he opened his mouth.

However, the Soul-Reaver Demon didn't wait for him to speak and pounced on him with its bloody mouth wide open.

The black gang leader only felt a sharp pain and then lost his life in confusion.

(End of this chapter)