I made up myths in America

Chapter 100 Will You Win?
"THAT'S A NUCLEAR WEAPON!!!"

Watching the huge mushroom cloud rising on the sea in the distance.

At the San Diego Zoo, several Indian teenagers who had just acquired superpowers and were excitedly trying various things were shocked.

No, the US military is so cruel that it can detonate nuclear bombs as it pleases, and more than one.

"sister"

Robert and his companions, who were just discussing whether to go back and take revenge on the white people after gaining the ability, suddenly became dispirited and obediently came to Mina, waiting for her next instruction.

"Disaster is about to befall this land."

Mina looked up at the sky and said solemnly, "Let's go back to the town and tell the local residents to spread the word that only those who believe in our American gods can be protected."

"Sister, you look just like those charlatans on TV." Robert complained silently.

The waters converged and tied Robert up.

Mina raised her hand and hit him hard on the head, snorting coldly: "You little bastard, how dare you disrespect the priest."

"Yes, he must be severely punished."

The other three Indian boys lifted Robert up with laughter.

At the same time, on the military transport plane.

Michael stared blankly at the huge mushroom cloud rising from the sea on the screen with his mouth wide open. He turned around and asked the big guy next to him, "Has the military gone crazy? Self-destruct?!"

"Maybe it's for some other reason."

Kane crossed his arms and frowned slightly as he looked at Nathan, who was typing quickly on the keyboard and enlarging the satellite image screenshots.

"found it."

After a while, Nathan turned the computer around, and an enlarged satellite screenshot appeared in front of everyone.

It was a face so beautiful that it would put even Victoria's Secret supermodels to shame, oh, and more than one.

In the picture Nathan took, many mermaids, each more beautiful than the other and with perfect figures, floated around the aircraft carrier of the Pacific Fleet.

Michael looked at the photo and then at his female colleague Christine.

They found that this female colleague who was previously rated as the most beautiful policewoman in the New York Police Department suddenly became a little ordinary.

However, thinking of the "Pirates of the Caribbean" movie he had seen before, Michael touched his chin and asked a little puzzledly: "Aren't mermaids raised by Poseidon, the King of the Sea? I remember that's what it said in the movie, right?"

"This is Nadaha, the Siren of the Nile."

Professor Alan Hurston stared intently at the screen as he explained to the FBI agents, most of whom he considered illiterate. "Legend has it that these creatures, like mermaids, possess beautiful appearances and lure people near the river with their singing. They are a famous monster in ancient Egyptian legend."

"All right."

Michael didn't dwell on it.

Because they had arrived at this time, the transport plane slowly landed and stopped at San Diego International Airport.

This place is absolutely packed now.

No one wants to stay in this city that could be destroyed at any time.

Among them, there were a particularly large number of Jews with pustules on their faces. Like zombies, they densely surrounded every plane in the airport.

Seeing the transport plane with military logo that Michael and others were on land, many Jews immediately rushed over, waving handfuls of banknotes in their hands.

"Soldier, let me go up, I can give you one hundred thousand dollars, no, two hundred thousand!!"

"I know your Ministry of Defense's Secretary of Logistics, William Laplante. Please let me and my family go up."

"I'll pay you 500,000, and I can transfer the money now!!"

The madness of these Jews not only frightened the soldiers on the transport plane, but also surprised everyone in the investigation bureau.

But they soon had no time to pay attention to these things.

Along with the screams of the passengers crowded together in the airport, they knew why the airport had not allowed the plane to take off and why these Jews were so crazy about this military transport plane.

Because now there was a private plane that the airport leaders could not bear the pressure and signaled to let go. Less than ten seconds after taking off, the hail in the sky was too big and the engine malfunctioned, and it exploded in front of them.

boom! ! !
The explosion sent the Jews at the airport into a frenzy. Ignoring the raised guns of the soldiers in front of the transport plane, they rushed in. Michael, stunned, pulled out his phone and checked the news, only to learn that San Diego was now under a complete blockade.

There are hailstones in the sky that can kill people, dense locusts on the roads leading to other cities, and sirens in the sea that can bewitch people. It is really a mess. No matter which road you take, it will be a dead end.

"He's really ruthless! This ancient Egyptian high priest Imhotep is truly ruthless."

Michael suddenly realized that it was a bit unwise for them to come to this damn place on their own initiative.

At least he would never act rashly and risk his life to fight the High Priest Imhotep.

At most, I can just paddle behind and fight against the minions.

so.
Because of the desperate and crazy behavior of these Jews, the morale of the investigation bureau members was a little low, and they all turned their eyes to their immediate superior, George Gently.

"Mr. Eagle, let's begin."

After many tests, George Gently found that the rat spell would be much more effective when used by him, a Chinese, but it did not have this effect on other Chinese people. He opened the suitcase with three codes, took out the carefully kept rat spell, and handed it to Feiying beside him.

"alright."

Feiying took the rat talisman with a bitter face and walked to the other side, next to the bronze statue of the saint that was moved out by the FBI agents.

Chime! !

As he pressed the rat talisman in his hand, the weathered bronze statue of Joan of Arc and the bronze horse under her crotch once again lit up with a strong white light.

"Oh, God."

The Jews and passengers around seemed to realize something, and they knelt down near the bronze statue with tears streaming down their faces.

Under their extremely excited gaze, Joan of Arc revived again.

She slowly opened her eyes while riding on the bronze horse. She frowned and glanced at the Jews around her and the thick layer of sin that clung to them. A trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and she snorted, "Heresy."

As she spoke, she ignored the pagans who wanted to come up and kiss her toes, and together with the bronze horse under her crotch, her whole body released an incomparably holy light. A pair of long white wings of light spread out from behind the bronze horse again, carrying her into flight.

Chime! ! !
Illuminated by this scorching white light, everyone in the airport, except the Jews and the British, found themselves feeling warm. The uneasiness and fear in their hearts quickly faded away, and were replaced by gratitude to Her Majesty Joan of Arc and faith in God.

“Lord, we thank you!”

“You are our refuge and strength, and your messengers protect us from evil. May all praise and honor be given to your holy name.”

All the passengers and staff in the airport who were bathed in the Holy Grace knelt down at this moment and prayed devoutly.

Only the Jews and the British stood there awkwardly, looking at each other with uneasy expressions.

Among them, the Jews were mainly confused. They didn't know what their ancestors had done to make Joan of Arc in the 15th century hate them so much.

At this time, the British were already cursing the British king and the Inquisition in their hearts.

This is all the fault of those bastards!!

Otherwise, how could such a pure and kind Saint Joan of Arc not protect them?

"咴咴!!"

Under the gazes of the crowd, some praising and some frustrated, the bronze horse raised its head and neighed, carrying Joan of Arc to the sky above the airport.

At this time, the army of death with jackal heads and human bodies were marching in orderly steps and slowly walking out of the San Diego Naval Base.

Drake, with his sphinx body and human face, appeared on the San Diego TV live broadcast with a rather strange face, his servile temperament was full of authenticity:
"Americans, the explosion of the four nuclear submarines just now was just a small warning."

"What if you still try to disrupt the resurrection ceremony of my master Imhotep, the greatest priest of ancient Egypt, by launching these modern weapons?"

"The ten terrible plagues and pestilences will occur in every city in America."

“So, accept your fate and be grateful.”

boom! !

Before he could finish his words, the large LED screen at the airport entrance was cut in half by Joan of Arc with a cold face and a sword.

She rode her horse in the air, her eyes flashing with a scorching white light. She fixed her gaze on the extremely evil figure in the distance. She raised the sword in her hand without fear and launched a charge as she had led the French people to victory hundreds of years ago.

"I have nothing to fear except treason. I have nothing to fear, for God is with me."

(End of this chapter)