I made up myths in America

Chapter 35 A big problem
"Ahhh!!"

The moment Frank said this, black flames burst out from David Thompson's eyes, mouth and nose.

He let out his last howl in despair.

The whole person turned into a black torch.

Finally, as the flames burned more and more fiercely, the soul and body were devoured by the fire of karma, leaving only a black human-shaped mark on the wall.

This horrifying scene was witnessed by two prison guards who were guarding the door and rushed in quickly after hearing the warden's screams.

Both of them had expressions as if they had seen a ghost, but their reactions were quite fast. They almost immediately pulled out their guns, took off the safety, and frantically pulled the trigger at the ghost thing in front of them.

boom! Bang bang! !
In an instant, Frank was shot at least a dozen times in the back.

But he felt nothing at all, not even a hint of pain.

He slowly turned around, raised his skeleton hand burning with black flames and took a look. Then, facing the increasingly terrified eyes of the two prison guards, he said expressionlessly:
"You've been fighting for so long, now it's my turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, he spread out his right palm and pushed it forward.

boom! !

A pillar of black flames suddenly burst out, engulfing the prison guard on the right who had punched and kicked him before.
Immediately afterwards, the column of fire blasted a large hole in the office wall with its remaining force, attracting the attention of more prison guards and prisoners outside.

Some prisoners have begun to discuss enthusiastically whether there is a tough guy in the prison who has contacted the desperadoes outside and is planning to escape from prison.

After all, the noise just now was clearly like the loud noise of a rocket launcher exploding.

"Quick, sound the alarm, something's wrong!!"

Unlike the prisoners who were gloating over their misfortune, the prison guards on duty saw that something was wrong and immediately sounded the sharp and piercing sirens.

This means that serious violent conflicts and riots have occurred in the prison and people need to be sent to suppress them immediately.

Thump, thump, thump.

Soon, accompanied by the sirens sounding faster and faster, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard.

Leading the charge was Hudson Kane, head of security at Florence Prison.

He previously served in the U.S. Army Delta Force, but later retired due to injury. He then came to Florence Prison as security director. As soon as he took office, he used his vigorous military style to rectify the workplace.

With his help, the Florence Prison is now impregnable, with twelve huge guard towers on the periphery alone.

Hudson Kane didn't think that any terrorists could break in, but after hearing the sirens, he immediately armed himself and rushed to the scene of the incident with his men, all dressed in retired US military equipment.

"No, you devil, get out of here and let me go, let me go, ah ah"

At this moment, from the warden's office, the surviving prison guard's cursing, begging for mercy, and final hysterical screams were heard.

Through the thick smoke and dust in the office that had been engulfed in flames, the fully armed prison guards finally saw what kind of "terrorists" they were facing.

It was a humanoid skeleton with strange black flames burning all over its body, just like the demons carved in the church ukiyo-e paintings!!
Prison guards: o(Д)っ!
No, Sir, is this something we can deal with?

Even Hudson Kane, who was full of confidence the previous second, felt a sharp change of mood at this moment.

After all, he had also read the reports about the gray giant and the Indian witch in major news media a few days ago.

Compared with these monsters that can easily blow up an entire street, what can they do with their limited manpower and few guns?
Then, a rather funny scene occurred in the prison.

Hudson Kane didn't even need to warn anyone. When Frank, covered in black flames, walked out, no one dared to shoot.

For every step Frank took forward, the guards took a step back.

Finally, Frank arrived at the prison gate of Florence Prison, where every prisoner longed to arrive.

He even borrowed a car from Security Chief Hudson Kane and drove away from the highest-security federal prison in the United States in full view of everyone. "Huh, great! We finally got rid of that demon and we survived!"

The prison guards who stood there like wooden pillars did not come back to life until the sound of the car engine gradually faded away. They patted their chests and showed expressions of relief for having survived the ordeal.

Only Hudson Kane felt a little depressed at the moment, looking at his beloved car reluctantly as it drove away.

Damn it, that's his new car!!

Half an hour later, the perimeter of Florence Prison was filled with reporters and media who had rushed to the scene.

Hudson Kane, who lost his beloved car, decided to make a fortune from these media.

So, with his tacit approval, the media reporters who had finally spent money to obtain the internal information were eager to get started and wrote reports that night that were eye-catching enough to attract the audience.

In less than an hour, the news had basically spread across the United States, causing a huge response.

Even the last Harrisburg fire was not as hot as it was.

After all, this is a real devil!!

Many Americans watched the news footage of Frank's body burning with flames, and each one was more excited than the other.

Not that they are all followers of Satan.

But since the demons have appeared, what does that mean? It means that their omniscient and omnipotent Lord is definitely watching them in heaven.

For a country founded largely by Puritans, nothing could be more exciting than this.

That night, the number of people going to churches across the United States to worship suddenly soared. Some people even burst into tears on the spot and pulled the confused priests to confess their sins.

"Father, I was wrong. I shouldn't have liked my brother's boyfriend and slept with him."

"Father, I was wrong. I shouldn't have tried sex reassignment surgery out of curiosity."

Many people are destined to suffer from insomnia this night.

But the most panicked one must be Wilson Paul.

Others were just watching the fun online, but he really had a life-and-death feud with Frank Clinton.

"Boss, what should we do?!"

A group of his men looked at him eagerly.

"Damn, let me think about it"

Wilson Paul stood up and paced back and forth irritably.

If he doesn't want to give up the foundation he has worked so hard to build and flee abroad to hide his identity, he can only fight with Frank Clinton.

So, early the next morning.

Because their church received a large donation of 20 million US dollars, they came here to thank Archbishop Timothy Dolan, the big patron.
After hearing the exorcism request made by the tall, bloated, white bald man opposite, he was stunned.

"Excuse me, Mr. Wilson, who did you say you wanted me to help you expel?"

"Frank Clinton, the one who made headlines today and was nicknamed Ghost Rider by netizens, shouldn't be a big deal for you, a cardinal personally appointed by His Holiness the Pope?"

Wilson Paul asked eagerly.

Timothy Dolan: "."

No, it's a big problem.

(End of this chapter)