I made up myths in America

Chapter 61 Hydra

"Fuck, I knew this money wouldn't be easy to make."

A week later, Pelican Bay State Prison, California.

Looking at the blood all over the ground and the bodies of serious criminals, Michael, who led the team here, had a gloomy face.

He imagined his life after joining the Special Incidents Bureau: luxury cars, beautiful women. When he was chatting up the beauties in the bar, a helicopter suddenly flew over and two cool black-suited agents came out. They said to him in a very respectful tone, "Mr. Michael, the world is in danger and we need your help urgently."
Then, under the shocked and admiring gazes of the people behind him, he casually put on his sunglasses and said to the beautiful women he was trying to approach, "Sorry, girls, I have to go save the world. Let's talk next time." Oh, that was so cool! !
But his real life was like this: he worked overtime seven days a week. Not to mention going to the bar to pick up girls, he only slept for a pitiful five hours a day and was busy following that damn Italian guy around to collect corpses all day long.

Those people in the Investigation Bureau seem to be very powerful. They analyze things all day long, but they have never caught the other party even once.

“This life is terrible.”

The more Michael thought about it, the more he felt that his life was going to be bleak.

If the penalty for breach of contract wasn't so high, he would have resigned on the spot and just found a place to stay.

“Sizzle, sizzle.”

Just as Michael was sighing to the sky and other FBI agents were busy cleaning up the scene and collecting information, the walkie-talkies on their waists rang at the same time, and George Gently's voice came out from them.

"Michael, you can come back now. We discovered the cult organization that Elliot secretly established in Los Angeles, and successfully instigated a member to defect."

"Ah, is it so awesome?"

Michael blinked at the words.

More than an hour later, Michael, who had rushed back as quickly as possible on a military transport plane, saw through the one-way glass of the police interrogation room a middle-aged white man who was about forty years old and was imprisoned inside.

"Why does this person look familiar? He looks a bit like that one."

"Bryan Singer, who has directed many well-known films including 'The Usual Suspects'."

Kane said with his arms folded across his chest.

"Yes, that's him."

Michael slapped his head and remembered everything. "I remember this guy is already in his sixties, how come he looks younger than me?"

"Because Elliot used his powers to help him regain his youth."

George Gently came over from behind with a cup of hot coffee.

"Hiss, there's such a perverted ability??!"

Michael's eyes widened when he heard this.

“It’s not that good actually.”

George Gently looked at the director in the interrogation room, whose eyes were red and who seemed to be in a state of madness, and said with a smile on his face:

"Professor Harvey and his team tested Bryan Singer's cells and discovered that while his cells remain highly active, the length of his telomeres is less than one-tenth that of people his age."

"so what?"

Michael blinked, too embarrassed to say he didn't understand.

"So, people his age might have another 20 years to live, but he only has less than two years left."

George Gently revealed the reason why the great director, who had been unwilling to betray Elliott before, suddenly chose to turn against him.

Boom! ! !
I don’t know why, but it rains a lot in Los Angeles during this period, as if God is warning people that something bad is about to happen.

Meanwhile, in the San Fernando Valley, at the Soul Sensing Club, Elliott, who had just returned from Pelican Bay State Prison, washed off his blood in the rain and sat quietly by the window, creating a somewhat eerie oil painting.

"boom!!!"

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed by the window, and noisy raindrops fell on the ground.

It was clearly a normal sound of rain, but Elliot's hand holding the paintbrush suddenly stopped.

He heard some noises that shouldn't be there.

"It seems those people have finally come here."

There was no surprise on Elliot's face.

As someone who had some understanding of the official power of the United States, he did not think that this cult that he had temporarily formed to complete the task of Lord Yanshi could hide for long.

In fact, being able to hold on for so many days was beyond his expectations.

"Then, let me show you how powerful the power that Master Yanshi has bestowed upon me is."

Elliot added the finishing touches to the horrific painting in front of him, dots of red ink on the eyes of the nine-headed monster in the painting.

"Hoohoo!!"

Suddenly, in the oil painting, the nine-headed monster called Hydra in ancient Greek mythology seemed to come alive. Its nine hideous heads raised up at the same time and roared towards the outside of the painting.

A large number of shadows, as if they were real, flow out from the painting.

Soon, when the armed helicopters sent by the investigation team surrounded the club in San Fernando Valley, the painting in front of Elliot, which was supposed to be covered with ink, turned into a blank piece of paper again.

Rustling——

It was as if a huge, invisible and intangible shadow enveloped half of the San Fernando Valley.

The actors who were still diligently filming the "Pirates of the Caribbean Adult Edition" series of films in this weather suddenly felt cold on their naked bodies. After the director called "cut", they stood up and looked out the window in some surprise.

"Teng, Teng Teng——"

They saw armed helicopters with huge searchlights flying through the dark rain.

"What happened? Why did the police send a helicopter?!"

"Is there another gang fight here? Didn't I hear that the gangs have recently offended some tough guys and are all in hiding?"

As the actors and directors looked at each other, suddenly, a sharp and piercing noise of metal being crushed was heard in the sky.

Stab! !
In the somewhat gray night sky, eighteen huge red vertical pupils suddenly lit up.

Mr. Jack Sparrow, who starred in this adult version of Pirates of the Caribbean, was standing naked by the window and happened to see who the owner of the eighteen huge eyes was.

There were nine huge snake heads, each larger than a car, with ferocious and terrifying edges.

One of the huge and ferocious snake heads opened its bloody mouth and bit an armed helicopter into a pile of scrap metal with sparks flying everywhere.

“Ah, ahhh—”

People who finally saw what was happening screamed in shock.

(End of this chapter)