I made up myths in America

Chapter 66: Corpse
New York time, 8:13 p.m., which is when the video was shot.

Beverly Hills, Holmby's exclusive luxury residential area.

Witnessing this strange and bizarre scene, the Hollywood celebrities attending the charity gala fell silent.

Occasionally, there were a few people who screamed, but they covered their mouths tightly the next second.

"Tear!!"

Under everyone's horrified gaze, the security guard who was held in the air by the shadow tentacles behind Elliot was torn into pieces like a rag doll.

At this moment, fresh bodies exploded like bombs, and blood mist filled the magnificently decorated manor.

The red carpet that the celebrities walked on just now under the spotlight was even more bright red.

This horrific scene, comparable to hell, caused the crowd to remain silent for a few seconds before they began to scream and shove to flee.

"Oh, it's really ugly."

Elliot watched the scene with indifference.

Looking at the gentleman who was polite just now, now rudely pushing away the female companion who was blocking his way,

The celebrities who had just been the center of attention, surrounded by spotlights, now stood alone, their eyes blank, some even feeling a surge of heat flowing from under their high-slit skirts.
When someone uses violence to break the rules set by these high-ranking people, all the things they are proud of will be worthless.

"Da da."

At this time, fierce gunfire rang out.

The security personnel who rushed over from other parts of the villa area looked nervous, but still pointed their guns at the monster at the door and chose to open fire.

As security personnel in the world's most expensive and wealthy area, they are of course equipped with the best weapons and equipment.

Glock 17/19 automatic pistol, M4 carbine, NGSW rifle, lightweight tactical bulletproof vest
Their equipment is enough to fight a small-scale encounter in the Middle East.

But when they all focused their fire on Elliot, these valuable weapons performed worse than fire sticks.

The shadow tentacles around him quickly closed in the moment of being attacked, tightly wrapping Elliot's body, forming a huge black ball about three meters in size.

The bullet hit the surface of the black ball, as if it had been shot into water, and lost power after a while.

But Elliot's counterattack was very fierce.

Whoosh, whoosh—

The next second, countless sharp spikes extending very far outwards emerged from the surface of the black ball. The security guards who had been shooting just now widened their eyes, spitting blood from their mouths, and looked down at their bulletproof vests that were of no use at all, as well as their hearts that were pierced.

“Ah, ahhh!!”

The last hope was shattered, and the panic among the celebrities attending the party became even stronger.

The party, which was so lively just now, turned into a mess.

Some people ran out in panic, some collapsed in fear, and some chose to beg Elliot for mercy.

"Bishop, it's me. I'm also a member of the Soul Perception Club. I donated 100 kilograms of gold a few days ago."

"Oh, I remember you."

Elliot stopped and looked at the rapper kneeling at his feet with tears streaming down his face. A kind smile appeared on his face and he lowered his head and said:
"You came to Sean Combs's party. Are you close to him?"

"No, no, I don't know him at all, really."

The black rapper shook his head frantically, but the next moment, he slowly lowered his head and looked at his pierced body in disbelief.

"I'd love to believe you, kid."

Eliot met his dying gaze, half-knelt down, and sighed softly, "But your skin color is not convincing at all."

The video ends abruptly here.

The duo of reporters who watched the video, Mason and Niles, finally knew who filmed the video.

Niles, who was also black, grabbed his tablet and shuddered. He said in a panic, "Mason, I think we're still too close to Beverly Hills. What do you think?"

"I feel so too!!"

Mason nodded in agreement.

"It seems I will have fewer targets to find." In a room in a somewhat shabby-looking apartment building in Brooklyn, New York.

Frank looked at the various videos about Beverly Hills that were sent out on his computer almost at the same time, and crossed out several names on a list with an expressionless face.

These were all people he had found during this period, people who were in the same interest chain as Paul Johnson, or some extremely evil people he had found on the dark web who deserved to die.

"Then I'll choose you as my next target, Judge Dworkin."

After changing into a repairman's clothes, Frank went out with a calm expression.

“Ah, ahhh—”

Compared to ordinary people who are just watching the fun, the Special Incidents Bureau, which has the support of many network technicians, can obviously receive more internal videos of Beverly Hills.

Screaming, killing, and begging for mercy are almost the main themes in these videos.

Under the horrified gaze of the FBI agents, Elliot, the extraordinary criminal, killed his way from the entrance of the villa to the end.

None of the Hollywood celebrities or wealthy people who attended Sean Combs' party actually escaped from the villa area.

The broken bodies were piled all over the valuable floors and lawns, and the air seemed to be filled with a strong fishy smell.

Among them, Sean Combs died in a particularly tragic way. When Michael, who had already rushed back to the police station, saw it, he felt a little panicked and swallowed hard.

He swore that if that bastard George Gently dared to let him go to Beverly Hills to die, he would quit on the spot.

As if he had guessed what he was thinking at the moment, George Gently did not speak.

He turned his head and glanced at the people in the room who were demoralized, sighed silently and said:

"General Doug, I think you've seen that almost twenty minutes have passed since those videos were filmed. I don't think there are any living people left in Beverly Hills."

".I see."

In the video, Brigadier General Doug Wicket was silent for a while. After making a phone call and communicating with his superiors, he issued the latest instructions.

Soon, the tactical missile system deployed east of Edwards Air Force Base adjusted its trajectory, locked onto Beverly Hills, and launched a salvo.

Whoosh! Whizzing! !
Nearly a hundred tactical missiles, powerful enough to destroy fortified ground shelters, were launched from Edwards Air Force Base.

It flew from the horizon at a speed of Mach 2.5, with a deafening sonic boom, and slammed heavily into the huge black light curtain covering the sky above Beverly Hills like flowers scattered from the sky.

Boom! !

At this moment, huge flames and smoke rose, and all the citizens of Los Angeles could hear the earth-shaking explosion.

The huge black curtain that had always appeared indestructible finally cracked this time.

Click, click, click——

Clearly visible cracks appeared on its surface.

In the end, the black light curtain created by Lu Bai himself, which was created by the little skeleton in the Skeleton Illusion Picture, turned into a shadow again and dissipated in the night sky.

"Lord Shiluo, what should we do next?"

In the villa littered with corpses, Elliot looked at the skeleton illusion picture that was automatically floating in the air, and the little skeleton inside it with its arms crossed, seeming a little dissatisfied with the disruption of its arrangement. He bent down slightly and asked.

"Humph, I didn't expect that firearms have developed to this level in just a thousand years since my last retreat."

The little skeleton stepped out from the skull fantasy picture.

Originally looking just a tiny thing, it grew rapidly against the wind, and eventually turned into a skeleton messenger that was nearly five meters tall, with a tall and twisted body, dozens of thick bone spurs spread out on its back to form wings, and exuding a ghostly aura.

"This"

Feeling the huge pressure that seemed to be coming towards him, Elliot's breathing stagnated and he unconsciously bent his waist lower.

And Shi Luo looked up at the dozens of missiles flying towards him again in the night sky, crossed his arms over his chest, and grinned coldly.

"Since most of the souls have been collected, let's let these foreigners take a look at what the evil god seed that Master Yanshi intends to use as the core of the giant god soldier looks like."

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(End of this chapter)