I made up myths in America

Chapter 46: All things flourish and thrive

In New York's Chinatown, inside an antique shop with a new sign called "Yashe".

Lu Bai was stroking a solid black kitten he had just picked up from the trash can yesterday, and was watching with great interest the guest specially invited by the TV station, a black female psychic who was quite famous in the United States. She was saying seriously that she had sensed the evil breath of hell a long time ago, so she was able to guess in advance that the fire monster was the three-headed dog of hell.

"There are only two options. Isn't this just choosing one or the other?"

Lu Bai wanted to complain about the poor professionalism of these American charlatans.

To be honest, his level is even worse than the fortune-telling old man who set up a stall on the street near his home in his previous life.

At least those old guys can give you a lot of professional terms and small words that you can't understand.

These psychics who developed in the United States are far inferior.

"But who makes people believe this?"

This is also the reason why Lu Bai deliberately made the image of the ring dog phantom closer to the three-headed dog of hell.

It's really tempting to rely on God's faith.

It has only been a few days, and ever since he cosplayed as Mephisto, the Lord of Hell, and endowed Frank with the power of [Infernal Fire], the wish power in Bai Ze's monster diagram has grown to nearly 300,000.

This made Lu Bai want to play the role of an angel and make a fortune more and more.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have the right talent or ability, and he can't just rely on the illusion ability of the lovebirds to perform.

There are too many smart people in this world. If an angel comes but does not show his divine power and grace, it would be a big flaw.

"However, it seems that the angel's arrival isn't necessary right at the beginning. I can lay the groundwork a little first."

Lu Bai's thoughts gradually diverged.

But this did not affect his ability to remotely control the fire in Frank's body that continuously absorbed the surrounding negative emotions to stage the Ghost Rider's rampage after Frank fell into a coma.

“Roar, roar, roar!!”

Under Lu Bai's will, the Cerberus, which was just a ball of fire and had no independent consciousness, completed its second stage transformation.

Three huge dog heads with blurred facial features and mouths, noses and eyes covered in black flames emerged from the thick fog, spewing out terrifying black flames towards the helicopters, drone groups and floating Christine in the sky.

The helicopter pilot died with almost no pain.

Several helicopters melted and twisted like fireballs. After being ejected thousands of meters by the airflow, they fell to the ground like meteors and hit Bowling Green Park, not far from Wall Street.

The most famous thing about this park is probably the Wall Street Bull.

This is a modern artwork created by Italian artist Arturo Iglesias. It is known as the symbol of Wall Street in the United States, implying that as long as the bronze bull is there, the bull market will be there.

Now, with several meteors burning with black flames falling, fireworks are everywhere, and the bronze bull weighing several tons is quickly melting and twisting in the flames. Perhaps the bull market is gone.

"Ahhh!!"

Many nearby residents who did not heed the police broadcast and evacuate began screaming, pushing and fleeing when they heard the loud explosion outside.

Many New Yorkers living outside Wall Street suddenly realized that they were not completely safe either. What if the terrible three-headed dog of hell suddenly came running over?

"Dad, it's okay!!"

In a family of four in Lower Manhattan, a middle school boy who had just declared himself a die-hard fan of Kristen, because of her heroic temperament and superb appearance, swears to her parents and sister:
"Believe me, beauty is justice. Officer Christine will definitely defeat that ugly monster."

As soon as he finished speaking, on the live broadcast of the TV station, because she was distracted by saving people and exhausted, Christine was hit by the flames spewed out by one of the heads of the three-headed dog of hell. Her body was thrown far away and fell into the exhibition hall of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York a few kilometers away.

Father:"."

Mother:"."

younger sister:"."

"This" they had the upper hand just now, but now the situation has been reversed.

In the New York Police Department headquarters, Ray Kelly broke out in a cold sweat on his back. He held onto the table with his hands and felt a little dizzy.

its not right.

The scene of everything flourishing and full of vitality is still before my eyes, how could I suddenly lose?

"I understand, it's because it's Hellfire!!!"

The bespectacled folklorist Alan Hurston seemed to have figured out some key point and clapped his hands excitedly.
"Of course, ordinary liquid nitrogen cannot extinguish the flames from hell. These are the flames that inflict eternal punishment on sinners in hell. They symbolize endless pain and despair, and they exist eternally and will never be extinguished."

"Ah, so that's how it is?"

Upon hearing this, Ray Kelly looked at the other experts and scholars in the command room in surprise.

"Well, that's correct."

“The fire of hell is truly unquenchable. Only the power of God can extinguish it completely.”

Regardless of whether they believed it or not, the experts and scholars present all nodded seriously.

In any case, they definitely don't have the ability to drive out the three-headed dog of hell.

If you are undecided, just blame it on God.

boom! Boom boom! !
While they were talking, after getting rid of Christine, the last obstacle, the three-headed dog of hell, like the monster in the special effects movie, began to run wild in the land-scarce Manhattan district of New York.

The former headquarters of Citigroup, the classic yet modern 55 Wall Street building, was swept by the flames spewed by the three-headed dog of hell and burst into flames, with billowing black smoke rising into the sky.

The Empire State Building, one of New York's landmark buildings and a frequent presence in Hollywood disaster films, also suffered the same fate.

With a loud bang, it was smashed into two pieces by the huge flaming body of the hellhound, and fell down to the ground.

"Damn it, everyone! Are we just going to watch this vicious dog destroy New York?!"

In the Pentagon in Washington, Department of Defense officials and military representatives looked at the scene with grim expressions.

Some people have suggested launching a nuclear bomb to let this hellhound experience the power of mankind's most powerful weapon.

"Do you have this right?!"

The official who made the suggestion was then met with stares from most people in the meeting room.

The president hasn't spoken yet.

Who can take on this responsibility, or dare to take on this responsibility, to launch a nuclear bomb on their own territory, especially in New York, one of the most prosperous cities in the world?

"That"

Then the officials and generals present here actually have no good solution.

After all, launching ordinary missiles will only add fuel to the fire on the opponent's body. Liquid nitrogen missiles have also been proven to be ineffective and cannot completely destroy the opponent. They can only play a restraining role.

"steaming!!!"

Just as the conference room fell silent, the sound of a helicopter propeller spinning at high speed suddenly came from the live broadcast screen.

Defense Intelligence Agency Director Lt. Gen. Scott Beryl looked up and told technicians to bring the drone over New York closer.

As the drone approached, he saw the figure in the cabin clearly and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"That is?!"

(End of this chapter)