I made up myths in America

Chapter 38 The Water is Too Deep to Control
"drink!!"

In a gymnasium on Staten Island, New York, Kristen, with her hair tied into a ponytail and wearing a knight's uniform, looks heroic.

Holding the alloy heavy sword specially made for her, she moved swiftly and rushed towards the three main battle tanks in front of her, which served as imaginary enemies, at a speed so fast that ordinary people could not see it.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

The next second, just like on a real battlefield, three main battle tanks remotely controlled by technicians actually opened fire.

Three 600mm caliber vehicle-mounted machine guns, each with 12.7 rounds of ammunition, aimed and locked onto Christine's figure, emitting a terrifying mechanical roar.

In an instant, the tall and slender girl was enveloped by the metal storm, as if she would be torn to pieces in the next second.

But at this moment, a light yellow halo was released under Christine's feet.

After these bullets approached the range of fifty meters around Christine, their trajectories suddenly dropped, as if the gravity applied to them suddenly increased several times. The bullets that were originally shot straight at Christine now all hit the ground.

At this time, Christine had already jumped high, holding a heavy sword, and chopped it down with great force in an extremely violent posture. The sword blade tore through the air, making a sharp roar, and smashed a US main battle tank that could withstand large-caliber armor-piercing shells and low-yield air strikes into pieces like paper.

Moreover, the enormous force on the sword's tip not only hit the ground, but also instantly created a large hole several meters wide in the ground.

"Hiss."

General Ross, the military representative who was invited to watch the battle, and Major Blake standing behind him, could not hide their burning eyes when they saw this.
With a look that would scare even men, they watched Christine's figure flash by, swinging the heavy sword in her hand and easily destroying the other two main battle tanks, and then they all applauded loudly.

"Okay, Chief Kelly, the strength of this female swordsman in your investigation team is astonishing, but I want to know, is her ability replicable?!"

With Christine, who was originally an ace officer of the New York Police Department, Ray Kelly took the lead in the investigation team in his capacity as the Commissioner of the New York Police Department.

After all, the waters involved are too complicated, and he is afraid that his capable man George Gently will not be able to handle it.

And in the final analysis, although George Gently is capable enough, his status is a bit low after all. Many times, when dealing with forces like the FBI and the military, Ray Kelly has to take action personally.

For example, at this moment, after hearing the subtext of the general in front of him, Ray Kelly said calmly:

"I'm sorry, General Ross, I'm afraid that's not possible. Our investigation team has arranged for the most authoritative experts to conduct a physical examination on Christine."

"But the test results show that the cells and blood that were abnormally active in Christine's body quickly decayed to the same strength as an ordinary person after leaving her body."

"This also applies to the results of the biology professors' previous tests on Luke Duncan."

"Is that so?!"

Upon hearing this, the general, who had always been known for his tough style in the military, showed regret on his face, but he also knew that the other party was not lying.

After learning that the investigation team had a superhuman of their own, major forces like the military, FBI, and CAI all tried every means to obtain a copy of Christine's physical examination report.

The results in the report did not disappoint.

Whether it is skeletal muscle density, resting rate, cell activity and other physical data, Christine's performance is different from that of ordinary people, far exceeding the physiological limits of normal humans.

Yet, even with such a dazzling supernatural being standing there, the test report showed that the other party's supernatural power was completely unreplicable! !

After leaving her body, the mysterious power will quickly disappear.

For soldiers like Ross who admire strength, and for many American dignitaries who long to possess this extraordinary power to prolong their lives, there is nothing more regrettable than this.

To some extent, the extreme scarcity of this extraordinary power has also led to the prices of religious items with a long history and possibly mysterious powers being driven up in major auction houses recently.

The Vatican, whose influence and status have been declining since modern times, has recently been flooded with visitors.

The French President even visited in person, hoping to renew the friendly relations between the two countries.

"Director Kelly, please cooperate with me in the future."

Although it cannot be copied now, maybe it can be copied in the future.

General Ross did not leave immediately. Instead, he supported the investigation team with a batch of the latest US military equipment and left one of his own men with the investigation team. Only then did he leave with the soldiers amid Ray Kelly's smiling thanks.

Teng Teng - in the blink of an eye, the gymnasium that was full of American soldiers just now was left with only Major Blake in camouflage uniform.

But he wasn't shy. With a serious expression, he stood at attention, saluted Ray Kelly, and said:

"Chief Kelly, Blake Hammond reports to you."

"Major Blake, this is not the military. Don't be so serious. Relax."

Ray Kelly waved his hand, indicating that the other party could put his hands down.

He knew that this was a nail planted by the military in the investigation team, but there was nothing he could do about it, because their Special Event Investigation Team was a newly established department.

Although it has the support of the New York Police Department, the manpower and resources it can mobilize are still too limited, and it is inevitable that it will compromise with other departments in exchange for resources.

Ray Kelly didn't take the matter seriously.

Instead, he cleared his throat and instantly switched to the image of a kind superior, ready to ask Christine, who had just finished warming up, about her well-being and strengthen the relationship between him and this ace of the investigation team.

"Chief, something bad has happened!!"

At this moment, a police officer who came running out of breath interrupted Ray Kelly's effort.

"What's wrong?!"

Ray Kelly frowned unhappily after being interrupted.

"Frank Clinton showed up early, stormed into our headquarters, and captured Deputy Director Daughtry."

"what?"

Ray Kelly was stunned when he heard this.

“Bang, bang, bang!!”

At the same time, in Lower Manhattan, New York, in front of the police building near City Hall, fierce gunfire continued.

Many New Yorkers who work or live nearby excitedly took out their phones to take pictures of the person who had been under fire from the police for so long but was still alive.

It was Frank, who was covered in flames and had turned into a skeleton again.

After learning that his daughter was missing, he came to Wilson Paul's real estate company with anger.

But the place was already deserted, Wilson Paul and his trusted subordinates were not there at all.

So Frank, who was already blinded by anger, went to the New York Police Department headquarters without thinking, to the office of Wilson Paul's umbrella that he had found out before.

So this is the scene before our eyes.

Frank was being targeted by many policemen in shock and anger, but he didn't even move his body.

His right hand, the only part not burning with black flames, grabbed the neck of the terrified Kaz Daughtry. His eyes seemed to burn with endless rage, and he said in a hoarse, low voice, "Tell me, where is Wilson Paul?"

"Ahem, I don't know. I only know that they were taken away by the investigation team. I don't know their exact location."

Kaz Daughtry's face flushed crimson, and his limbs flapped helplessly in the air, like a fish deprived of oxygen.

He really wanted to say, put him down, and he could take Frank to see the investigation team. Wilson Paul had been abandoned anyway.

No one would offend a supernatural being who was suspected of having obtained demonic powers for him.

But Frank didn't even give him a chance to say a second word.

boom! ! !
His right hand, which had remained normal before, suddenly ignited with a raging black flame, setting all the fat on Kaz Dotteri's body, which weighed over 130 kilograms, on fire.

(End of this chapter)